Heroes of Silver Moon

"Cuckoo", protested with dissatisfaction in his stomach, and Simon slowly opened his eyes because of hunger.

"How long have I been asleep?", trying to sit up from the bed, looking at the quiet room lit by candles, Simon thought as he patted his head, which was still aching.

The purpose of this quiet room is to keep quiet, so it adopts a fully enclosed design. The entire quiet room has no windows, and only a wooden door can lead to the outside world.

Therefore, Simon was not sure at all how long he had slept.

"Geta", opened the wooden door of the quiet room, and Simon walked out weakly, he was so hungry that he lost all energy.

"No way." Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun in the corridor, Simon felt a little speechless. He actually slept all day.

Before arriving at Clifford's study, Simon knocked lightly on the door, and said, "Mentor, may I come in?"

"Come in," Clifford's voice came from the room, Simon pushed open the door and walked in, then saluted Clifford.

"Teacher, is there anything else you want to order?" Simon asked respectfully, looking at Clifford who was sorting out the documents at his desk.

"No, you should be very tired today, go back to rest first, and I will tell you about other things when I have class tomorrow." Clifford said lightly after finishing all the materials at hand.

"Okay, mentor, then I'll go back first," Simon said while covering his growling stomach.

"Yeah," Clifford nodded slightly.

Saluting to Clifford again, Simon turned and walked out of the room. The college's cafeteria was still closed at this time, so he had to rush over to fill his stomach.

In the evening, Simon, whose stomach was a little full, returned to the dormitory comfortably.

"Simon, where did you go today? Why didn't I see you at lunch or dinner?" As soon as he returned to the dormitory, his roommate Mike asked suspiciously.

"The tutor taught some very important knowledge today, so I delayed eating." Hearing the roommate's question, Simon replied vaguely.

"Oh", seeing Simon avoiding this question, Mike nodded thoughtfully, and then didn't continue to ask.

He and Simon are not very familiar with each other now, and blindly asking questions will cause the relationship between the two parties to become stagnant. Besides, Simon attended the School of Magic, and the knowledge of mages has many rules.

"A high-end restaurant has opened next to the college. Let's go and have a look on our rest day this month." Mike sent an invitation to Simon for the first time.

"Uh, okay." Simon hesitated for a moment, and then agreed.

His roommate, Mike, has a relatively cold personality. The two of them have been together for three or four days now, but the relationship between them is still just a state of familiarity.

Now that Mike finally sent an invitation, there is such a great opportunity to promote the development of the relationship, how could Simon not go?

It's just that Simon is a little worried, whether his tutor will still give him lessons on the day off, after all, the tutor is always in a hurry.

It was as if he wished he could finish teaching Simon what he was supposed to learn in one day.

"Forget it, let's see it later!" Simon shook his head helplessly. If the tutor really wanted to continue the class, then he could only decline Mike's invitation.

Simon can figure out which of the two would be the greatest loss to him, the loss of a chance to enhance the relationship between roommates and the loss of a chance to teach with a tutor.

Dragging his drowsy head, Simon lay down on his bed and fell asleep. After the first meditation, although he had slept all day, he still couldn't lift his spirits.

The next day, Simon, who finally regained his strength, came to the study of his mentor Clifford.

"There are two things I want to tell you." Looking at Simon standing in front of the desk, Clifford said, "First, I guided you to meditate for the first time yesterday. While you were meditating, I also measured Check out your cultivation qualifications."

After handing over the form filled in yesterday to Simon, Clifford went on to say, "From the results, your situation is better than I expected, and your cultivation aptitude is probably around the middle."

"Uh, mentor, the day before yesterday I was in the dean's mage tower, and the measured aptitude was mid-to-low!" Simon said in surprise, looking at the last line of the form in his hand, the medium aptitude evaluation marked by the instructor.

"That's just a rough measurement, not as accurate as the actual measurement." Hearing Simon's doubts, Clifford said calmly.

"Uh, it shouldn't be that the dean's test is inaccurate, probably because he didn't test it out, I have a cheat that came a long time ago," Simon complained in his heart when he heard the instructor's explanation.

"The next thing is the second thing." Putting down the teacup in his hand, Clifford looked at Simon and said slowly: "Before you become a formal mage, you need to use meditation medicine to assist in meditation.

And the cost of the meditation potion ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is not included in the tuition fee, so you need to pay for it yourself, I told you about this point yesterday."

"Yes, mentor, I know," Simon said with a wry smile. After paying the tuition, he only had fifty-four gold coins left on him, and he didn't know if it would be enough to buy meditation potions.

"Your cultivation aptitude is probably at the middle level. According to usual experience, you need to meditate about 150 times before you can successfully ignite the first soul fire. Therefore, you also need at least 150 bottles of Meditation Potion"

Tapping the desk with his fingers, Clifford looked into Simon's eyes and said.

"Uh, mentor, how did you calculate the number of times I need to meditate to become a junior mage?" Simon asked dumbfounded when he heard that the instructor directly calculated the number of times he needed to meditate.

After he experienced the first meditation yesterday, he didn't even feel the change in his soul, but the instructor showed that he knew more about his practice than himself.

"I've said it all, based on past experience, for example, this batch of recruited public students, their cultivation aptitude is probably around the upper middle level.

It is slightly higher than your cultivation aptitude, so if they want to become a formal mage, they only need to meditate a hundred times."

Sipping the black tea in his hand, Clifford said with a light smile.

"Well, so to speak, the number of times I need to meditate at each stage of practice is at least 1.5 times that of theirs," Simon asked with some pain.

"Yes, to become an intermediate mage, they need about a thousand meditations, and you need 1,500; to become a high-level mage, they need 10,000 meditations, and you need 15,000; , they need 100,000 times, you need 150,000 times"