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

In the eyes of the world, the Ice Cliff is an endless expanse of glaciers, with no end in sight, and no one knows what lies on the other side.


After leaving the Frozen Bone Wilderness, Templer came to this place alone. He did not linger and stepped into the icy world before him without hesitation.


At a certain moment, he suddenly stopped and couldn't help but frown.


Because he inexplicably felt uncomfortable, with a vague sense of oppression in his heart, which was very unusual.


"Brother Templer, what's the matter? Could it be that you knew I would come to greet you and were waiting for me on purpose?" The Golden Pig Beale approached swiftly, arriving in the blink of an eye.


"The snow and ice dazzled me, making my eyes a bit blind."


"Haha, brother, you are really humorous."


Seeing that he didn't want to elaborate, Beale didn't press further and led him deeper into the place.


Chapter 632: Anti-Saint Light Alliance_2