Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 106 The Magic Wand
"Good morning, Mentor Manlin," Zellier greeted with a smile.

Good morning, little one.

Mentor Manlin was no longer surprised by Zelier's appearance. She put down the kettle in her hand and poured Zelier a cup of herbal tea.

Zellier accepted it respectfully with both hands and took a small sip.

The tea was very fragrant, and after swallowing it, a lingering aftertaste lingered in my mouth.

"You performed very well in the junior mage assessment at the training ground a few days ago."

Manlin leaned against the table, a smile playing on her lips. "It's faster than I expected for a lower-level mage to break through. Excellent."

Being praised like that by his mentor, Manlin, Zelier scratched his head a little shyly.

"It's not as amazing as you said, Mentor Manlin."

"No need to be so modest,"

Manlin chuckled and shook her head. "Talent is one thing, being able to realize that talent is another. You did very well, Zellier."

“Mentor Manlin”.

Zellier explained his purpose for coming.

"It's the beginning of the month today, and I wanted to ask you if there are any duties that need to be assigned to you? I can help you with them."

Hearing that Zelier had volunteered, Manlin's smile deepened, and her eyes showed a hint of doting affection.

"So sensible."

She casually tucked her loose hair behind her head.

"Since you've put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony. Actually, there's nothing special about it. Just like before, continue to help me find some herbs."

As she spoke, Professor Manlin began sketching on the paper, just like last time. Before long, three lifelike plant portraits were completed.

Then, Mentor Manlin took out another map from the drawer, which was also very detailed, with the locations clearly marked.

Zellier took it and looked at it.

The three plants are [Flame Blood Fruit], [Green Moss], and [Orchid Mushroom].

These are all plants I've never heard of before.
"Mentor Manlin, may I ask one more question? What kind of potions are these things used to make?" Zellier asked curiously.

"Well, it's not really easy for me to explain."

Mentor Manlin said, "I'm trying to make a new potion, but it's still in the experimental stage."

"Oh"

"Be careful when picking plants, don't get hurt. If you encounter any powerful monsters guarding them, just leave," Manlin advised.

"Understood, Mentor Manlin."

After receiving his monthly duties, Zellier went to the General Affairs Office.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, he immediately sensed an atmosphere that was completely different from usual.

Many mages who were originally talking or queuing turned their gazes toward Zeril after seeing him.

"It's Zellir, that genius who rivals Kane!"

"I watched him take the junior mage exam that day, and he was really amazing."

"I really don't know how he did it."

"If I go up and talk to him, will he reject me?"

Recalling what her mentor Marvin had said—that she had to gradually get used to being talked about by others—Zelil could only try her best to keep a straight face and act as if nothing was wrong.

"Zelil".

Ruili, who was being assessed by mentor Marvin that day, was also present. He walked over and extended his hand.

"Congratulations, you are now a junior mage."

"Thank you." Zellier shook hands with Riley in a friendly manner.

"Your understanding of magic is really strong; I've learned a lot from you."

Ruili's eyes were filled with pure fighting spirit and respect, "But I won't give up, I will definitely catch up with you!"

“I’ll wait for you,” Zellier smiled.

He quite admired this pure competitive spirit.

After queuing up, Zellier received his monthly allowance using the letter from his mentor, Manlin.

With twenty gold coins in his pocket, Zellier let out a long sigh of relief.

I've finally collected 100 gold coins!
I will no longer have to wield a fire stick to complete tasks.

"A genius mage—"

A clear, drawn-out voice sounded from behind.

Zellier knew who it was without even turning around.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Bev walking towards him with her hands behind her back and light steps.

“Beve”.

"Zelil, you're such a busy person."

Beverly walked up to Zellier, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.

"After your last assessment, I was planning to celebrate for you right away, but before I could, you had vanished without a trace."

"Do we still need to celebrate? There's no need to go through all that trouble." Zellier scratched his head.

"How can we not use it?"

Beverly raised her voice and puffed out her chest with self-assurance. "This is an honor."

"Let me tell you, if I had become a low-level mage at your age, my father would have held a three-day celebration banquet at the manor and invited all the nobles of Blackrock Town!"

"That's right, after all, your family owns a mine and you have a manor to host banquets. If it were me celebrating, I'd probably just have a simple table at the Nightflower Inn," Zellier thought to himself.

"alright."

Bev waved her hand, no longer dwelling on it. "Tell me quickly, what's it like to be a junior mage? Do you feel like you're walking on air?"

"I didn't feel any wind."

Zellier shook the heavy money bag in his hand, looking satisfied. "It does feel pretty good to receive twenty gold coins every month."

“Twenty gold coins are enough to make you this happy?” Bev said.

"You don't understand the difficulty of being short of money. I have to work my butt off to complete several missions to earn this amount."

Zellier was in high spirits. "Finally, I can get myself a decent wand."

"Hey, buying a magic wand?"

Hearing this, Bev's eyes lit up. "That's perfect! Let's go pick one now, and I'll help you choose one."

"Actually, I've wanted you to change your wand for a long time. Ash wood, the most basic base material, has been used by you on missions every day for more than a month, which is already quite long-lived."

As she spoke, she naturally took Zelil's arm and pulled him toward the trading area.

"Wait...wait a minute."

"Won't it interfere with your duty to pick out a wand with me?" Zellier said.

"Oh dear—there's no rush for such boring things."

Beverly waved her hand dismissively, while still holding his hand tightly with her other hand.

"We have a whole day anyway. Let's get down to business first, let's go!"

Beverly's enthusiasm made it impossible for Zellier to refuse, and the two of them went together to the wand shop where they had bought the ash wood base last time.

The familiar tinkling sound of wind chimes rang out.

The shop owner was still the same kind-faced, white-haired old lady, who looked up from behind a thick ancient book.

Upon seeing that it was Bev and Zell, she smiled and nodded.

"welcome."

This time, Zellier was not as timid as before. He was much more confident and walked straight to the standing wand stand where the finished wands were placed.

The wands here, in terms of both material and craftsmanship, are far superior to those made of ash wood.

Zellir picked up a wand made of cedar wood and examined it. The wand was light yet sturdy, and it was engraved with delicate magic-guiding patterns.

A light blue sea crystal was embedded at the tip of the wand. With just a light grip, he could feel the water elements in the air become more active and inviting.

It's so useful!
Zellier couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Having such a finished wand in hand is like having wings in battle!
Just as Zellir was about to try other wands, Bev tugged at his sleeve in dissatisfaction.

"Ugh, why do you always pick these beginner-level ones?"

With that, Beverly led Zellier deeper into the shop, "Let's go inside and see something even better!"

“Hey Bev, wait! My budget is only a little over a hundred gold coins.”

Zellier quickly pulled her back, his tone somewhat helpless, "It's already quite good to pick something here."

At this moment, the old lady who usually only cared about reading also stood up and spoke with a kind expression.

"The wands inside are indeed better, and some are even on sale. You can take a look."

"Even with a discount, I probably still wouldn't be able to afford it," Zellier thought, still feeling uncertain.

He still remembered the old magic wand that cost six hundred gold coins last time.

Even a 50% discount wouldn't be enough for him.

"It's okay, just go and pick the one you like best."

Beverly patted the handbag at her waist without a care in the world.

The family crest is embroidered on it, which looks very extravagant. "I'll make up the difference for you."

"How does this work?"

Zellier immediately stopped and waved his hands repeatedly in refusal, "A good wand costs hundreds of gold coins, it's too expensive, I can't..."

"I told you, this is a gift to celebrate you becoming a junior mage. We're friends, right?"

Beverly interrupted Zellier, her beautiful sapphire blue eyes looking intently at him.

"Don't refuse, this is a gift from the bottom of my heart."

"friend."

Seeing Bev's serious expression, Zellir couldn't bring himself to refuse anymore, and a feeling of being moved welled up inside him.

"Okay, thank you in advance, Bev."

Upon hearing this heartfelt thank you, Bev's self-righteous demeanor instantly deflated slightly.

She turned away somewhat embarrassedly, her gaze darting away.

"Hmph, no need to be so polite, hurry up and go pick one!"

Although we couldn't see Bev's expression, the slightly reddened tips of her ears betrayed her feelings.

(End of this chapter)