This author has traveled through time and space in a book!

The clown is actually itself! It's just a toy!

The little voice leaves a message for Little John, and spoiler alert, it’s a dog!

It really became invisible.

Little John raised an eyebrow and stopped playing hide-and-seek with the magical element because Denise knocked on the door and called him out for dinner.

"Little John, I made the steamed buns for dinner tonight!" Denise's grievance of having her hard-earned money taken away seemed to have passed, and now she was happily showing off to Little John.

"Then we have to try it. Cousin Denise is such a good cook, it will definitely taste better than mine." Little John complimented.

"Oh, no!" Denise shyly bumped into little John.

Little John almost hit his head against the wall. Is this a King Kong Barbie?

He has such a small body, he must have never exercised.

Besides, his attribute is very clear, that is, he has the talent of a magician. As for the legendary magic knight... forget it, he can't bear that hardship.

Although Magic Knight sounds very gorgeous.

Well... there is also a dragon knight.

Little John was chewing on a steamed bun. His cousin wouldn't let him use sugar, so what could he say? He still preferred white flour buns. Why force himself to eat them if they weren't bitter?

Denise kept watching Little John's expression. After all, Little John was the one who taught her how to make steamed buns.

But when she saw him taking bites, Denise knew the answer. She pouted and decided to try harder next time!

After finishing a steamed bun, little John went back to his room to prepare his own meal.

The next day, Denise couldn't help asking him why he didn't like the steamed buns she made. Little John answered truthfully that it was because she cut corners and didn't want to add sugar.

For this reason, Denise set up her stall today and added more sugar. Compared with the expensive two-grain flour steamed buns, the black flour steamed buns are actually more suitable for ordinary people. The price is there.

So all the more than 200 rye buns made by Denise today were sold out.

When she went home and wanted to split the money with Little John, he refused to take any more money. After all, he had done nothing today and only planted crops from this world in the space farm.

As long as there are seeds and seedlings, he can plant anything. He doesn't have much else, but he has the most land.

All the silver coins he got yesterday had been spent, even his original "savings" had been spent. However, Little John did not set his sights on Denise. Instead, he went into the Magician's Guild the next day with a wooden box.

"Little boy, this is the Magician's Guild, not a place for you to play!" The bored receptionist stopped little John who was about to go in.

"Sister, I'm not here to play. I would like to ask, do you collect the magic wands here?" Little John said, putting down the wooden box in his hand.

"A staff? Every wizard has his own staff, and yours... Oh, my God! The heart of a laurel tree! This is actually the heart of a laurel tree! Wait a moment, I'll go get someone. You really have to wait!"

The young lady's performance is somewhat exaggerated.

Although this is indeed the heartwood of a laurel tree, such heartwoods are neatly piled up into a small hill in the space farm, arranged into a pyramid shape by someone.

"Jenny, stop shouting and keep quiet!" At this time, an old magician appeared at the stairs and yelled at the lady at the front desk.

"Uncle Wesley, this gentleman brought a laurel heartwood staff." Jenny defended herself aggrievedly.

"Yes, I heard it. The heartwood of laurel wood is indeed a good material for wands. What do you want to exchange for it, young man?" The old magician knew that the other party was not here for money when he saw that the child entered the Magician's Guild instead of the Earth Trading Company diagonally across the street.

"Please take a look at this wooden heart first!" Little John did not directly state his needs, but suggested that the other party check the material.

"Oh? Is there anything special about it...Oh! This is actually the heart of a century-old osmanthus tree. Hmm, very good!" The old magician has a good eye and quickly identified the result.

Little John discovered this batch of osmanthus trees when he was sorting out the supplies in the space. It seemed that they were small osmanthus trees that the previous host casually placed into the space. Later, they multiplied into a large area. After they matured, they were automatically harvested and stored in the warehouse.

Little John had read in a book that the heart of the laurel tree was an excellent material for making magic wands, so he came to the Magicians' Guild to try his luck.

"Child, what do you want?" the old magician asked again, much kinder than before.

"I want introductory books on magic." Little John didn't keep the secret this time and said directly.

"Oh, child, introductory books on magic are far inferior to the materials of this staff, but I can't promise you. Only people with magician talent can learn magic, you know?" The old magician persuaded.

"Well, can I test my magical talent first?" Compared to the introductory magic book, this is Little John's purpose.

After all, there is an old saying in the Xia Kingdom that goes, "True transmission can be conveyed in one sentence, while false transmission requires ten thousand books."

"Of course, Jenny, come here and take the child to the testing room. Tell old Abby to put it on my account." The old magician greeted the girl at the front desk. His status in the Magicians' Guild should be quite high.

"Okay, Uncle Wesley," Jenny said, turning to Little John and saying, "Let's go, kid."

The test for magician talent costs money, and it is a considerable fee. This is another reason why magician talent only accounts for 10% of the population, but magician talent accounts for % of the nobles.

The nobles have territories and money, so they can afford to do the testing.

But Little John's test was free, so he didn't have to worry about the price.

Spiritual consciousness can be trained, and a strong enough spiritual consciousness can detect the scale of other people's spiritual consciousness.

So when Little John was being tested, he simulated his own performance according to the mental strength and distribution of magical elements sensed from Wesley.

But this made old Abby scream and run out of the testing room.

"Wesley, where did you find this child? He can't be your illegitimate child, right?" Old Abby looked Wesley up and down and said, "That's impossible. You are so ugly, how could you give birth to such a good-looking child?"

Wesley and Little John were both silenced.

"What's the result?" Wesley took a deep breath, trying not to be angry with the old man.

"Full marks for mental strength! Full marks for elemental affinity!" Old Abby didn't hide anything and reported the results directly.

Wesley rushed to little John in surprise. Is he so talented?

Little John was thinking, it turns out that the testing equipment can only measure scores, and the part above 100 points... well, to use a pretentious saying from his previous life, 100 points is only the upper limit of the instrument, not his own upper limit!

"Would you like to join the Magicians' Guild of Rhine City?" Wesley's eyes were filled with joy. This would be an opportunity for the Rhine City Magicians' Guild to rise!