Age of Adepts

The White Tower.

Even though it was snowy and windy outside, it was always warm and pleasant here.

The little goblin, Lorca, pushed open the door to the chamber and stumbled out of it.

The damned promotion ritual had drained nearly 70% of its life force, which barely allowed him to make it to the next level.

The skyrocketing mental energy undulated with unfettered vibrations, following the newly established meditation thoughts that were slowly received back into his sea of consciousness. This oscillation would continue for half a year until Little Rock had completely solidified his spiritual origin before it was aborted.

Behind him, a small, tattered magic weapon squeaked out, circling him without ceasing. Spinning, it turned into a small spider puppet beast with a dazzling twisting and distorting sound, while a decently sized seat was left for Little Rock on top of the oval metal platform.

During the promotion ritual just now, Little Rock had chosen to lower his constitution and strength to stimulate his mental surge, which was barely up to par. And now the biggest side effect was that his physique and strength had deteriorated to varying degrees.

The physique, in particular, was so debilitated that it was worse than that of an ordinary person!

At this time, let alone a powerful wizard or demon, even a random young child could knock him to death with a wooden stick.

Right now, he really could be considered weak!

However, this state was only temporary.

When the skyrocketing mental strength was initially solidified, becoming a 1st rank Demon Armorer had a great deal of ways to regain the lost physique, the simplest of which was the Earthfire Feast provided inside the Witch Tower.

It was a kind of earth fire dragon that came from the depths of the molten fire world, although they had the title of dragon, but in essence they were a fire attribute lizard that lived near the lava sea. Although they were inconspicuous in appearance, they belonged to a type of pseudo-dragon.

And naturally, their flesh and blood had unspeakable nourishing and strengthening effects!

Of course, it was also because Little Rock was too poor and too poor.

If he had an abundance of magic crystals on hand, he could have chosen a higher grade of fire dragon meat.

Yes, fire dragon meat, genuine fire dragon meat, taken from the tasty dragon flesh of the fierce fire dragon's body!

In other witch towers, Little Rock had never heard of such extravagant treatment.

But the White Tower, as a base camp of the Crimson Family, was able to supply unlimited amounts of fire dragon meat, an invisible internal benefit that undoubtedly envied many foreign witches.

Unfortunately, the magic crystals that Little Rock had saved up during his apprenticeship were all thrown into the promotion ceremony. When he walked out from the secret room, he only had 17 magic crystals left in his belt pouch.

With such financial resources, it was obvious that he was not qualified to enjoy the Fire Dragon Feast.

To settle for the second best, it was quite nice to have a little Earthfire Feast to mend his weak body!

But just as he pushed open the door to his residence, a huge wave of calls poured in through the door, nearly taking him over the edge.

At some point, the door had been filled with figures of all shapes and sizes.

There were human apprentices, goblin apprentices, sorceress apprentices... Of course, there were more of those 'seven aunts and eight uncles' from the goblin plane.

Goblins full of goblins crowded the porch at the entrance of the dwelling, and when the little goblin Locke opened the door, they cheered and swarmed in, lifting it high and tossing it unceasingly into the sky.

This was the highest courtesy the goblins could show in welcoming a hero, a triumphant warrior.

The masses of goblins gathered around the little rook, reached out to touch him, and in doing so, shouted and jumped for joy.

As for the apprentice congratulators of the other races, they all stood reservedly on the periphery, slapping their hands and smiling at Little Rock.

"Alright, alright... you guys hurry up and put Lord Locke down, his current body can't stand to be tossed around by you..." a goblin leader in fine warrior armor and stomach shouted out. That's what stopped the goblins from trying to carry Little Rock out for a 'parade'.

Whirling around, it pivoted the crowd to come before Little Locke, nodding and smiling, "Lord Locke, congratulations on your promotion to Sorcerer, and on behalf of Lord Cappy, I would like to send you my heartfelt congratulations. Also..."

With a wave of its hand, a group of goblins dressed in chef's clothing came running up behind it, each holding an exquisite plate in their hands. The silver lid on top was opened to reveal the appropriately cooked fire dragon ribs below.

The fragrant and rich flavor almost instantly stirred up the cravings in Little Rock's belly. The body that desperately needed to replenish its energy emitted a frantic sound from all its limbs, 'I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat'....

If it wasn't for the little bit of Sorcerer's restraint left to keep him sane, I'm afraid Little Rock wouldn't have been able to resist pouncing on it and feasting on it.

After becoming a sorcerer, the spiritual majesty was naturally not something that could be compared to the previous apprenticeship.

Hearing a 'Lord Locke' from the surrounding area, Little Locke truly felt the lofty and honorable status of a sorcerer for the first time. Under the cheers and crowds of people, Little Rock's mind also matured quickly, and his face also had just the right hint of the reserve and pride that a wizard should have.

An invisible spiritual pressure slowly dissipated, and the goblins who were crowded around Little Rock instinctively restrained their laughter and retreated to the surroundings. Only that goblin warrior remained standing in place with an unchanged face.

"You said... you're here on behalf of Lord Cappy?" Little Rock asked hesitantly.

In the minds of all goblins, the name Cappy held a pivotal position!

Like the superstars of the Goblin Plane, each Goblin's idol is either the invincible Lord Tigure or the wise Lord Cappy.

They represented the goblin clan in one article and one weapon, giving the goblins a rare opportunity to develop and grow in the human-dominated wizard world.

Without their pioneering development, it would have been difficult for the goblin clan to escape the fate of being enslaved and exploited. Without them stepping forward, it would have been impossible for thousands of goblins to step out of their positions and openly walk the Sorcerer's World as legitimate merchants and goblin apprentices.

Such tremendous accomplishments were enough to make the names Tigure and Cappy stand shoulder to shoulder with all the goblin ancestors of the past. Even more than that!

So, suddenly hearing the all-too-familiar name, Little Locke was also a little flustered and excited.

"Yes, Lord Locke!" The goblin warrior said respectfully, "Lord Cappy heard that the first official sorcerer of our goblin clan is about to be born, and sent me over to offer you my congratulations. And these...are your congratulations!"

"Other than that, what else did Lord Cappy say?"

"Your Excellency also said that if Your Excellency is willing to join the Goblin Business Federation, all your future expenses for materials will be covered by the Federation. In addition to that, the Business Federation is willing to pay you 500 magic crystals per month in sponsorship . In addition, you have the right of first refusal to purchase all the resources and materials handled by the Commercial Federation..."

Crackling, the goblin warrior was also a good talker, promising countless favourable conveniences in one breath, speaking with a thumping heart even to Little Rock.

However, just as he couldn't help but promise in one breath, Little Rock's gaze swept over the human and sorceress apprentices who were on the outskirts. Their eyes flashed, and their insides were filled with a leaping passion, as if they were also eager to talk to themselves.

The skyrocketing mental energy also gave the little rook a wiser and sharper mind, as well as more meticulous and detailed thinking. This caused him to put his mouth away, replacing his reply with a smile of a ceremonial nature, patting himself on the stomach and whispering, "I'm hungry."

"Lord Locke is about to dine! Irrelevant people are going to have to exit the retreat first!"

As the goblin warriors called out, these apprentices and goblins who had rushed to congratulate them could only retreat out of their dwellings with reluctance. On the other hand, this Goblin First Magic Armsmaster, under the attentive service of his servants, finally had the opportunity to sit down and feast.

But as Little Locke's former close teammates, Alchemy Apprentice Anxo and Plant Female Apprentice Ike, they could only mingle in the crowd at the moment, looking at the noble and arrogant little goblin in the distance, unable to take half a step closer to him.

Lord Locke was already too busy to receive their two 'teammates' at the moment.

Moreover, even if they did receive them, so what. The gulf of status between the sorcerer and apprentice that lay across them could never be filled by the 'faint' affection of the past.

Sorcerers...this world belonged to Sorcerers already!

....................

The White Tower.

In the meantime, in a bright and spacious magic room on the twelfth floor, Meryl was lightly reviewing a piece of magic secret documents, most of which were applications for materials submitted by family witches.

In the meantime, Meryl's brows grew tighter as she read more and more of these documents.

Finally, she put down her magic pen and began to think silently, rubbing her forehead lightly.

The old fox, Winlill, who had been bowing at her side and assisting her in her work, raised her head and looked at her in confusion.

"Ordinary resource material requests have increased by another 37% from last month, that's a huge expense!" Meryl was distracted by a few simple explanations.

A competent and elegant nobleman dressed in an elegant aristocratic manner, Wenlier shook his head and laughed bitterly, comfortingly saying, "Lord Meryl, don't worry anymore. In another three months, the resource points in the middle of the continent's Alois region will be operating smoothly. At that time, the family will not need to ask for ordinary resource materials from outside and will be able to be self-sufficient..."

"I know what you're saying. But...that's still 3 months away! The family's current magic crystal reserves are already less than a million, which is something to worry about..."

"How about... having the Dragon Hunters from the Lance Plane go on another mission?"

"No, we just hunted down two Tier 1 small dragons last month, and the storm that was set off hasn't died down yet. It's easy to run into the dragon's muzzle at this time, so let's wait... By the way, is there anything special going on in the Witch Tower today?"

"It's true, Lord Meryl!"

"Oh, tell me about it!"

"One of the goblin apprentices from the batch of goblins that the family lord forcibly relocated over actually managed to advance to the next level, and is celebrating inside the lower level right now!"

"Well? A goblin wizard? As odd as it sounds, it's an addition to the family's strength. Go, tell that goblin to join the White Tower, all of the family's 1st level knowledge is open to him... and tell those stinking merchants, broken warriors and whatnot to step aside!"

"Yes!" Wenlier smiled slightly at the news.

Profit, power, women, magic crystals and knowledge...all these things were in front of that lucky little guy at the same time, which would it choose?

Oh, quite looking forward to its answer....