Toward a Piece of Writing

[Linguistics Skill: Lv0 (7/10)]
[Apothecary Skill: Lv1 (15/100)]
[Knight Breathing Skill: Lv2 (36/200)]
[Knight Breathing Skill Experience Point +1]
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In the year 3077 of the Berta calendar, during the era of confusion before wizards had reached the throne, he brought them 'Straight A Student Panel.' He stepped into the sorcerer world, perfected sorcerer knowledge, like a bright moon dispelling the mists of the era.
He was Ivan Marichardon, a pioneer of knowledge, he blazed trails for the way of the sorcerer.

Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

*Ivan's heart skipped a beat with shock at the mere mention of those words.*  


*Could it be that Jenny's little maneuver had been discovered? Was this some trap set by the Dark Night Elf Clan, or was there another peculiar plot at play?* He didn't trust it, so he double-checked several times—no doubt about it. The aura was authentic; Jenny had indeed left this marker.  


"Flame Scorpion, quickly veer to the right. We'll take another passage."  


He didn't have time to overthink it, deciding this was yet another mishap Jenny hadn't fully understood herself. Instantly, he ordered the Flame Scorpion to redirect.  


*Whatever the case, it's better to be cautious.*  


The Flame Scorpion was just about to leave when, suddenly and without warning, a massive face materialized not far from his side. The visage was completely condensed from dark golden lava and gazed at him with an unparalleled sense of authority.  


Chapter 390 A False Alarm