Wizard of All Souls

After class.

Eat and sleep to practice turtle god.

Time passed day by day.

The time has finally come - the busy principal's day at school.

In fact, when talking with his friends before, York still concealed a little bit about his cultivation.

His "Turtle God Exercise" is not the seventh set, but the unprecedented ninth set!

He has practiced to the ninth set of turtle exercises that no student has ever achieved.

His strength has reached the peak of the reserve knight.

You can attack the quasi-knight at any time.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the next breathing method.

"It's okay, the principal will definitely show me the way."

The principal seems to be an amiable person, answering all questions, saying that he can be found for any academic problems-if those rumors are ignored.

All kinds of scary rumors about the principal, even if most of them are false.

The few facts that are known are enough.

Therefore, except in class, no one dared to talk to the principal at ordinary times, and they were all cautious about greetings, so don't ask questions.

Standing at the door of the principal's office, York took a deep breath nervously.

After taking more than a dozen deep breaths, my beating heart still couldn't slow down.

Knowing that he couldn't calm down, York had no choice but to knock on the door directly.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

York knocked with a trembling hand.

"Come in." A gentle voice came from the opposite side of the door.

"……Yes Yes!"

York froze for a moment, then responded in a panic.

Click!

Because he was too nervous, he even removed the door when he opened it.

York closed the door in embarrassment.

"Student, don't be nervous, just sit down and talk slowly." Will said with a smile.

York sat down stiffly.

"Water? Juice? Tea?"

"No, no need."

"I think you need a little wine to boost your courage now."

Looking at the wine glass pushed in front of him, York hesitated for a moment, then decisively picked up the wine glass and drank it.

As the principal said, what he needs most now is courage.

The spirits turned into scorching flames and erupted in the body.

York's cheeks were rosy, his body felt warm, and his thigh muscles stopped shaking.

"That, principal..."

It was the first time for York to have close contact with the principal.

The headmaster didn't look as majestic as he imagined, but instead looked like a middle-aged aristocratic uncle who cared about his people.

Just being watched, I couldn't help feeling good in my heart.

After York squeezed his thigh muscles hard, he mustered up his courage and said, "Master Will, I have already practiced the ninth set of Turtle Gymnastics, and I have the strength of a peak preparatory knight, so I think..."

slap.

Will clapped his hands and praised: "Are you York? It took six years to reach the peak of the reserve knight from scratch. It's amazing."

"It's not that I don't have a little foundation. My uncle is a hunter." York said shyly, scratching the back of his head.

Does his uncle being a hunter have something to do with practicing breathing?

No.

"After studying for six years, when the education level of other people is generally only the second or third year of elementary school, and the turtle god exercise is stuck in the sixth set, you can actually bloom in both culture and knight classes. You really deserve the name of genius Number."

"Yeah?"

Being so praised by the person he admired made York feel a little flustered.

"There is no doubt that you have the qualifications of a great knight." Will gave York a thumbs up.

"hiss--"

York suddenly took a breath.

He felt that being able to become an official knight was already his limit, and the possibility of realizing it was still very small.

Big knight?

A great knight who can sit on an equal footing with Lord Viscount?

He dared not even dream.

"Are you surprised? Can't believe it?"

"Uh-huh."

York nodded repeatedly.

"The talent of a great knight is not such a powerful term. Generally speaking, as long as you can become a quasi-knight before the age of seventeen, you are considered to have the talent of a great knight."

"Isn't it amazing to be a quasi-knight at the age of seventeen?"

"With such a talent, there is a one in ten thousand chance of becoming a great knight."

"This, this... do we have 10,000 quasi-knights in Doria province?"

"That's why there have been only a handful of great knights in Doria province for hundreds of years." Will said with a smile.

"That means I..."

"The chance of becoming a great knight is a little higher than one in ten thousand, probably one in thousands."

"Isn't that out of play?"

York said dejectedly.

Thanks to his being so excited just now, it was a waste of emotion.

"Actually, your talent is very good. It stands to reason that the probability of becoming a great knight is very high. To be able to perfect the "Turtle God Exercise" in six years and reach the peak of a preparatory knight is beyond my imagination. "

"Then why?"

"It's too late for you to be exposed to breathing techniques." Will shook his head regretfully. "With your talent, normally you should have reached the peak of the preparatory knight at the age of thirteen or fourteen. Now it's five years late."

"...Then can I still become a knight?"

For this kind of thing, York is also very helpless.

"Did you know? It's a hurdle from a pre-knight to a quasi-knight. It's several times harder than a quasi-knight becoming a knight. It's normal to be stuck for seven or eight years at this stage."

"That's right!" York was startled.

"Thanks for meeting me, how can I let you waste time for a good seed like you?"

Will took out a box, and took out a syringe from the box, which contained a golden liquid.

"Master Will, this is?"

York looked at the syringe suspiciously.

"Back in the day, when I was a second-class apprentice, I developed an item called Life Potion, which could help knights break through the realm."

"There is such a thing in this world?" York asked in surprise.

Although he was confused for a long part of what Will said, York could still hear the last sentence clearly.

"It's a pity." Will shook his head. "Because time was too tight and there were too many things to do, I couldn't study it further. The quality of the current life potion is still more than ten years ago."

"That's amazing, too."

Will handed the syringe containing the life potion to York with a friendly face.

"Now, it's time for you to make a choice."

"what do you mean?"

York asked, gripping the syringe tightly.

"After using the life potion, there is a 50% chance of advancing to the level of a quasi-knight, and a 50% chance of becoming a cripple. In the future, I won't even be able to carry a bucket of water."

In fact, it is not that exaggerated.

Will was frightening York.

"...I practice normally, what is the probability of becoming an official knight?"

"Forty years old, thirty percent."

York didn't think about it for long, and quickly made a decision, "It's a big deal to go back to be a village doctor if you fail, and try to get a pharmacist apprenticeship certificate in the future, and your life will not be bad."

"As expected, I saw the right person." Will smiled gratifiedly.

"Master Will, please tell me how to use the life potion." York had already risked his life.