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

Yesterday, the group casually set up a mountain courtyard, treating it as a temporary resting spot.


Surrounding the courtyard were towering rock pillars, taller than the courtyard itself. Atop the pillars floated dark-blue spheres of flame, their eerie green glow illuminating the entire courtyard.


A barren mountain, a rustic dwelling, green flames.


*It all matched the gloomy subterranean atmosphere perfectly.*


To be honest, the fact that it had been lit up without anyone showing up for such a long time was rather surprising.


"Where did these pale-faced strangers come from, daring to act recklessly in our Rock Mining Land!"


Four warriors from the Rock Tail Tribe sneakily climbed over the courtyard wall. Once inside, they steadied themselves and took a look. Several pale-faced strangers were seated in the main hall, staring back at them with wide-eyed curiosity.


Faced with this scene, one of the warriors was the first to shout out.


Chapter 503: Who Thrives and Who Declines