Baba La stood before the desk, her head hung low, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, her body tense, her face etched with unease. "That's what happened..." She was well aware of who her backer was. When Charlie was around, he had entrusted Carl to look after her. Now, of course, she was determined to cling tightly to him as her support. Carl had been just a Wizard Apprentice before, but now he was an Official Wizard, the ostensible owner of the apothecary. As a dependent, it was natural for her to report everything and show her loyalty. Carl seemed contemplative and waved her away. "I understand. You can go now. Don't worry about this matter; just keep working as usual." "Yes." Baba La let out a sigh of relief, bowing as she backed away. Once Baba La closed the door behind her, Carl thought for a moment and then took out a piece of Magic Paper, writing a line of text on it. This type of paper was made from a special material that could pass through the Star Realm, allowing communication over certain distances. Of course, to use this function, one needed the ability to communicate with the Star Realm, which meant being an Official Wizard. Similar items included communication stones and other objects. In sum, it wasn't until one became an Official Wizard that the Wizard World truly opened its doors. Check latest chapters at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Ink marks surfaced on the paper, characters revealing themselves one by one. "His family holds significant influence in the Six Rings Tower. He was sent to the Magic Forest as punishment for a mistake he made." Oma's reply came quickly. "I hear his mistake was grave. For anyone else, they would have been expelled from the tower or even have their soul obliterated, yet he only has to stay here for ten years." "After ten years, he will definitely return, so it's better not to provoke him." Carl raised an eyebrow. Those who came here, unless they advanced as Wizards, were all to stay for thirty years. Lance only for ten? It was important to know that each return slot was limited—his going back in ten years meant someone else wouldn't be able to. "Wizard Gold is Lance's blood relative and elder." Just when he thought it was over, Oma added, "The tutor said this man is quite protective of his own." Gold! The Wizard who arrived from the Kaliem Continent this year, a mid-stage Wizard specializing in celestial-type witchcraft. Carl shook his head and wrote, "How is your training coming along?" "Very slowly!" Oma seemed to enjoy this method of communication, talking more than she usually did in person. "Leaving the vicinity of the Wizard Tower makes perceiving the Star Realm exceedingly difficult. The knowledge of One-Circle Witchcraft is also quite complex. Given my current pace, I fear I may never reach the later stages of a Wizard in this lifetime." "By the way! I'm sending you a lecture catalogue from the tower Wizards, including classes by Senior Vulcan." With that, a file came through. It listed the tower Wizards' weekly lecture times, tuition fees, and the witchcraft courses they taught. Chasing knowledge and power is a complex and lengthy process. Simply pondering alone certainly isn't enough. Learning from others' experiences can also lead to faster and better mastery of relevant knowledge. Carl had no intention of being unique in this regard; some classes were still necessary to attend, otherwise explaining the growth of his power would be difficult. Most Wizards in the tower taught classes, partly to earn Magic Stones and partly because it was a mandatory requirement. Ordinary Wizards charged one Magic Stone for three lessons. For Wizard Vulcan, it was one Magic Stone per lesson, and he required a minimum of five students to begin a class. Out of the seven days in a week, Wizard Vulcan taught only on two, while the others taught more. "Besides classes from the tutor, I plan to attend lectures on Wizard Tower theories taught by Wizard Daniel." Oma wrote, "With a Wizard Tower, training becomes faster." Carl nodded. "I'll attend as well. Additionally, Wizard Zhu En's Potion and ore classes will be very helpful to me." "I envy you. I'm given too few Magic Stones here and have no other income, so I'm not planning on attending other classes for now." Oma replied, "Maybe... I should consider finding a partner to build a Wizard Tower." Building even the simplest Wizard Tower would require tens of thousands of Magic Stones, an expense she clearly couldn't afford on her own. Finding a partner was undoubtedly a shortcut. Of course, it had to be someone she could absolutely trust. "It's still early." Carl didn't take up this topic and wrote, "I'm supposed to go to the Kaliem Continent in ten years. Even if I were to build a Wizard Tower, I'd consider it after getting there." "Moreover, I've heard that there's a business over there that leases Wizard Towers." Carl smiled and tucked away the Magic Paper. He intended to construct a Magic Tower. It wasn't for sensing the Star Realm, but for facilitating his research in witchcraft and strengthening his own power. However, a joint construction was out of the question; he had too many secrets and couldn't possibly share his private space with others. Moreover, he didn't plan to go to the Kaliem Continent for the next ten or twenty years; there was no need to complicate his relationship with Oma any further. "Time to open the blind box." Murmuring to himself, Carl touched the space pendant hanging on his chest. The space before him fluctuated, and a rectangular object shrouded in black cloth appeared out of nowhere. The lady in the painting—Jina! This Advanced Magic Item from Adolf's legacy seemed to harbor a secret of her own. Lifting the black cloth, the woman in the painting rubbed her sore eyes as if she had just awakened and stretched languidly. "I feel like I've slept for a very long time, and I had a beautiful dream about love." "Wake up." Carl spoke, "You're not a complete life form, so it's impossible for you to dream. Stop deceiving yourself." "Master..." Jina said with a plaintive expression, "Don't be such a spoilsport." "Alright." Carl waved a hand. "Now that I'm an Official Wizard, I should be able to know the secrets hidden within you, right?"