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

"What? You're level eight? An eighth-level magician apprentice? When did that happen? Didn't you just..." Jenny couldn't continue. At the age of twenty, she was a seventh-level magician apprentice, which was already considered a little genius.

So what kind of talent does Little John, a twelve-year-old eighth-level magician apprentice, have?

"Just now." Little John answered simply.

There is basically no bottleneck for him to absorb magical elements, and a breakthrough is just a matter of time.

Turning his gaze to John standing beside him, little John actually didn't recognize him. You know, the appearance of adults doesn't change as much as that of children.

This is also why children’s ID cards are renewed every five years, young people’s ID cards are renewed every ten years, and for older people, they are renewed every twenty years, or even valid indefinitely.

But little John didn't recognize John very well. It could only be said that the role of this father appeared too rarely in his short life of more than ten years.

"I'm your father." John couldn't help but say as he looked at his son's unfamiliar gaze.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Little John said coldly, without any enthusiasm towards his uncle.

"The servant your father sent didn't see you at home, so John was worried and came to check on you himself." Carlos chimed in, not mentioning that John thought his son was being deceived.

"Oh, uncle, I'm doing fine, don't worry." Little John, dressed in a wizard's robe, did look taller and looked in good spirits.

The food at the Magicians Guild is great!

"I am your father!" John emphasized.

"Hello, Father." Little John called out perfunctorily, and then began to chat with his uncle about family matters, such as how Denise was doing, how his aunt was doing, whether his eldest cousin had come home for the holidays, etc.

Just don't read Johann Strauss.

Are you trying to act like your father? What were you doing before?

Besides, this is the Magicians' Guild. Little John only needs to shout and how could he, who is treated like a treasure by Wesley, suffer any loss?

"Little John, I heard that your family came to see you? Why don't you go to the reception room?" Wesley came out without anyone noticing.

"This must be Mr. Sigmund, Little John's uncle. Hello, I am Wesley, the vice president of the Rhine City Magicians' Guild." After recruiting Little John, Wesley began to investigate Little John's background.

So even though John next to him looked more like Little John, he greeted Carlos first.

Johann Strauss? The great knight who only gave birth but didn't raise children? Haha!

It all depends on Little John's attitude.

Because little John was cold to his biological father, Wesley would not try to get close to him.

"Hello, Master Wesley." Carlos seemed a little flattered.

When he sent his daughter to the Magic and Martial Arts Academy, he met her magic alchemy teacher. A mid-level magician could look down on common people like them.

What level of magician is the vice-president of the Rhine City Magicians Guild?

At least he's a high-level magician!

John was a little speechless as he watched the two people interacting with each other, and his son who was looking at him with strange eyes. Was he so unpopular?

Little John: You know that!

"Come here!" John nodded to his son and asked him to follow him.

Little John didn't understand what was going on, but he thought there was no danger, so he followed.

After all, he is an eighth-level magician apprentice, right?

"I used to think you were mediocre in talent, so it would be more appropriate for you to stay in Sigmund's house. Now you are practicing magic. Although I don't know what went wrong in the middle, but... take it!" John said, handing a purse to little John.

"You take the flowers first, I'll have someone deliver them next time." John said, turned around and was about to leave.

"Thank you." Little John had no intention of refusing. It was only natural for a father to spend money on his son.

Premise: He is still a minor!

Little John was only 12 years old, which would be an elementary school student in modern times.

John's back looked a little desolate, and he didn't even call him father.

Carlos watched the conversation between the father and son, but had no intention of intervening. In fact, as an uncle, he had long had opinions about Johann Strauss.

After giving little John a few words of advice, Carlos also gave him the 50 gold coins that John had sent a few days ago, asking him to pay attention to nourishing himself while practicing magic.

Well, it’s another fruitful day.

"Little John, you are already an eighth-level magician apprentice. Shouldn't you consider being promoted to a junior magician?" Wesley was very optimistic about Little John.

"Well, yes, President Wesley." In fact, Little John's plan for himself was to make a breakthrough within three months and officially become a magician.

"Okay, okay, as long as you break through to the first-level magician, I will give you a gift. You will definitely like it!" Wesley said and left mysteriously.

"Little John, how did you do it?" Jenny had been wanting to ask this question for a long time.

"It's just about attracting magical elements through meditation." Little John doesn't have any shortcuts.

"That's it?" Jenny looked puzzled.

"Yeah." Little John nodded and asked, "Isn't this how you practice magic?"

"Yes...but I can only concentrate on meditation for half an hour at most. After that, I can't enter the meditative state at all. How do you do it?" Jenny looked bitter.

"You can only concentrate for half an hour? Do you want to try..." Little John hesitated, wondering whether to take the things out.

"Try what? I know you must have a trick, tell me quickly!" Jenny hugged little John's arm excitedly.

"Don't do that. Grind the seeds into powder, soak them in water, filter out the residue, and drink the water. Try it." Little John took out a handful of coffee beans.

In fact, he gets the finished coffee directly from the farm space.

He always felt that the water in the other world was not clean and had a smell, so he used space water before learning magic. Now he would occasionally use water magic to capture water elements, well, water full of magical power.

Because he had to take something out of his pocket, he could only give Jenny the original coffee beans.

Otherwise it would be difficult to explain why he has space.

This has to mention the magic robe. There are so many pockets inside. For example, this standard version of his magic robe has 28 pockets inside and outside...

"I'll try it right away!" Jenny carefully took the handful of coffee beans and ran to experiment.

Little John hadn't left the Magician's Guild for a long time and planned to go out for a walk.

"Young Master, look here, some fresh pigskin fruit, would you like to try some?"

"It's a mithril-associated ore, 10 copper coins per pound. You can't go wrong buying it, you can't be cheated. If you can refine half a pound of mithril, the whole family will be fed for three years!"

"An axe made by the Dwarf Tribe, only 15 silver coins!"

The streets were bustling with shouts everywhere, and there was an otherworldly air of hustle and bustle.