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"He's a magician, isn't his best weapon a magic wand?" Wesley muttered, then added, "Give me a cup of this coffee, too."

"Didn't Uncle Wesley say that coffee has little effect on you?" Jenny was retorting, but she poured Wesley a cup of coffee from the bottom of her heart.

"Are you not good at Chinese? Even a tiny amount will have an effect." Wesley took the coffee and took a sip. At first he thought this bitter drink was hard to drink, but later he gradually got used to it.

"Is Old Abby practicing Taoism again?" Wesley learned the word "Taoism" from Little John.

"Yes, ever since he broke through to become a high-level magician, he's been drinking more coffee. Now Little John controls the dosage of coffee for him every day, but old Abby can handle it." Although Jenny also cares about the length of meditation, she is against meditation if it exceeds three hours.

"Well, old Abika has been an intermediate magician longer than you've been alive."

You should know that magical elements can improve the magician's physical condition. Usually, a magician apprentice can live to the maximum lifespan of ordinary humans at 150 years old. A formal magician can live to be three or four hundred years old. The oldest magician in the history of magic lived for nearly two thousand years!

Old Abby is very old. If he doesn't break through the magician level, he might...

Alas, I still don’t want to think about things that have not happened in the future. Isn’t it better to cherish the life in front of me?

Wesley drank the coffee in his hand in one gulp, handed the cup to Jenny and said, "Another cup."

Jenny rolled her eyes, which showed that she was not really afraid of Wesley.

Little John, who was working as a blacksmith in a blacksmith shop, had already bought several tons of iron ore, but the thing he wanted was not yet completed.

It is indeed difficult to transform weapons from the magic world using the refining techniques of the immortal world.

Oh, another fine iron sword, throw it aside!

The blacksmith who rented the shop to Little John looked at the fine iron sword thrown aside with a look of heartache. What a waste!

But the materials were prepared by the other party himself, and he also did the forging and processing himself. The blacksmith shop only provided a venue, eh!

Little John stayed in the blacksmith shop for more than a month, but he didn't forge what he wanted. However, the blacksmith asked him to keep a few of the fine iron swords he forged in the shop for display.

For this reason, the blacksmith even confiscated the rent for the second half of the month. Little John didn't think much about it. Why not?

Just like what one person does not cherish, there will always be someone else who will cherish it, or even regard it as a treasure.

Perhaps because they could see that little John was in a bad mood, Jenny and Wesley didn't bother to offend him.

Only old Abby told little John one day in a serious tone that he should not think that he was talented and waste his time on other things, because time waits for no one.

Although Little John didn't have this problem, he still thanked Old Abby and gave him some extra coffee beans...

The day when little John broke through to become a junior magician happened to be his 13th birthday.

Jenny had already arranged a surprise for him, but unexpectedly, when little John walked out of the meditation room, he told everyone that he had advanced!

A 13-year-old first-level magician, not an apprentice!

The birthday party turned into a celebration party, a double blessing.

"Little John, you are now a formal magician. Normally, you will set off to the Imperial Capital Magic and Martial Arts Academy within two months to report. Here, this is the gift I promised to give you before." Wesley handed Little John a box and motioned him to open it and take a look.

"Space bracelet! It's actually a space bracelet! Uncle Wesley, you are too partial!" Jenny screamed and said coquettishly.

"When you break through and become a formal magician, I will give you one too." Wesley glanced at Jenny with full of disgust.

"Hmph!" Jenny thought to herself, what a mess. Although the time she could concentrate on meditation increased significantly with the help of coffee, she was still an eighth-level magician apprentice.

Who knows how many years it will take to break through to become a first-level magician!

Little John ignored the quarrel between the uncle and nephew. The space bracelet was just a storage bracelet in the world of cultivation.

Seeing that little John was curious about the space bracelet, Wesley began to introduce it to him.

To make a space bracelet, you first need a space-type mineral, and secondly, you need a space magician.

Magicians have long lives, and most of them master one or two space magics. However, there are very few magicians who specialize in space magic. There is one magician in the Imperial Capital Magic Academy.

He also happens to be a good friend of Wesley's.

"So, what I mean is, before you decide to major in magic, it would be best for you to ask Alan to learn some space magic. I can feel the power of space from you, and you should be very talented in this area." Wesley gave his advice.

Alan is the professor of space magic at the Imperial Capital Magic Academy and a half-elf.

That is, the common offspring of humans and elves.

Elves have a much longer lifespan than humans and are the darlings of magic, so it is very reasonable for Alan to major in space magic.

But till now, Allen still doesn't have a suitable disciple, which troubles him a lot.

Everyone chooses his space magic class as an elective.

As a good friend, it is reasonable for Wesley to recommend a good student to him, right?

"Okay, I will visit Teacher Allen after I arrive at the Imperial Capital Magic and Martial Arts Academy." Little John did not say anything definite. After all, he had never met Allen, and he had no idea what kind of person he was.

What if half-elves like to eat children?

Little John hasn't received the admission letter from the Imperial Capital Magic Academy yet. There are still two months left, just in time... to try the blacksmith shop again!

I'm lucky this time. Maybe it's because after upgrading to a first-level magician, the magic elements in my body are more abundant. If compared horizontally, he is now equivalent to the first level of foundation building?

It makes sense to refine a flying sword during the foundation-building stage, right?

Wesley was amazed that little John, a first-level magician, could fly into the sky!

In this world's cognition, except for elves and the birdmen among the orcs, humans can only fly when they reach the level of magician.

How old is little John? He is just a small first-level magician!

Wesley doesn't fly much. Even though he's a magician, he's afraid of heights...

Jenny was very surprised. Young girls like to try new things, so she begged little John to take her flying a few laps in the sky.

Then outside the city, I saw a dragon, a pink dragon.

"Huh? How come you humans can fly?" The dragon's voice sounded weird, and it seemed that it was still a young dragon.

The dragon race is also a long-lived race, so judging from the larval stage, it may have lived for hundreds of years.

"With the help of tools." Little John smiled and flew towards the city with Jenny, whose soul had already left her body.

However, the young dragon was very curious, so how could he let him go so easily?