Although the Minor Wizard's Hand had already been constructed, Carl still felt he needed to attend the free lessons offered for Wizards.

After all, explaining the Minor Wizard's Hand would surely involve basic theoretical knowledge from various schools, such as 'Mechanics' and 'Mysticism.' This knowledge wouldn't only be useful for the Minor Wizard's Hand but would also benefit the practice of Spells in the same category later on.

Besides, free stuff should not go to waste.

Time passed.

With an ample supply of medicine, Carl's mental and physical qualities were both slowly improving.

This visibly all-rounded improvement immersed him deeply. Consequently, he rarely left the island, spending most days holed up inside unless it was for witchcraft lessons.

Gradually, he who had once gained some fame for saving his senior sister was inevitably forgotten by others.

The prominent figures of the Swamp Alliance were invariably those exceptionally talented Advanced Wizard Apprentices, such as Modili and Oma.

Someone like Carl, with his average talent, limited future prospects, and quiet nature, was easily overlooked.

When mentioned, he was often described as a lucky Basic-level Wizard Apprentice who had obtained an island, or simply as Hibell's junior brother.

In contrast, Hibell gained increasing fame. She frequently participated in missions, had several impressive performances, and was especially notable as she was about to break through to become an Advanced Wizard Apprentice.

「Freedom Port.」

The pharmacy.

Various herbs and materials were meticulously unpacked, ground, mixed, and poured into thumb-sized Potion bottles.

Bottles of Potions were neatly stacked, either sent to various branches of the merchant guild or displayed in the shop for sale.

During these quiet days, Ayala, her long hair coiled up, busied herself skillfully, her figure constantly moving before his eyes.

Carl lay on the rocking chair, his eyes half-closed, looking relaxed as he gazed at the crimson moon in the sky.

"Ayala." He took out a High-quality Beast Pill, popped it into his mouth, savoring it slowly as if chewing a jellybean, and said casually, "We've been at Freedom Port for over a year now, haven't we?"

Ayala stopped what she was doing, her gaze distant. "Yes," she said. "Time flies. It feels like just yesterday we were in Dark City, and it's already been more than a year?"

"That's right!" Carl sighed lightly. "Time indeed flies. You've grown up as well. You should go out and buy yourself some pretty dresses when you have the time."

Ayala's face blushed.

Back in Dark City, it was common to alternate between hunger and fullness; starving for a few days was also normal. Lacking nutrition, her body was naturally lean.

Now that she had food and drink every day with sufficient nutrition, Ayala's figure had gradually developed in line with her age, starting to show curves.

"Okay." Ayala pursed her lips, then cautiously asked, "Uncle, what color dress do you think would look good on me?"

"Purple, I guess," Carl replied offhandedly. "You could give it a try."

"Purple?" Ayala blinked, contemplative.

Carl took out a bright red Beast Pill, examined it for a moment before his eyes, and then tossed it into his mouth.

This was a Beast Pill concocted from the flesh and blood of a Legendary Creature, which Jasper had stored in his treasure chamber.

Come to think of it, even a Great Knight would rarely be able to use it for cultivation.

Refining Beast Pills required not only Exotic Beast Meat rich in life-breath but also various auxiliary materials.

The stronger the beast's flesh, the rarer the required auxiliary materials. Materials to complement those from Legendary Creatures were invariably extremely rare, which was why such Beast Pills were scarce commodities.

Giant Spirit Breathing Technique!

Melting Furnace Spell!

In an instant, his stomach and intestines churned wildly, like a famished glutton, rapidly devouring the influx of energy.

BOOM!

The Beast Pill that fell into his stomach was like a high-heat bomb, bursting forth with vast energy that surged towards his limbs and bones.

Even with Carl's exceptional Constitution, his breath hitched, and a flush appeared on the surface of his skin. His whole being seemed to become a raging furnace.

The busy Ayala, puzzled, fanned her cheeks and curiously looked outside. In this kind of weather, it shouldn't be this hot!

PHEW...

Opening his eyes, Carl exhaled a turbid breath. His breath formed a sword that shot forward several meters before slowly dissipating.

The effect is astonishing. If I could take such Beast Pills every day, I would soon reach the peak Great Knight realm.

"Mr. Karl."

A shadow blocked his view of the sky, as Jacqueline walked into the shop and spoke respectfully, "Knight Yas wants to see you."

Yas. He was the only son of Henry the Eagle, one of the four elders of the Scythe Brotherhood, and a shrewd yet very timid businessman.

When Carl had first arrived at Freedom Port, Yas had tried to recruit him.

Unfortunately, because the promised Dharma Seal could not be delivered, the recruitment failed. Yas had even gone into hiding, avoiding him afterward.

This response clearly showed a lack of courage, making him seem quite cowardly.

However, Carl bore him no ill will; after all, the failure to deliver the Dharma Seal wasn't Yas's fault.

They had some contact later on. To express his apologies, Yas even sold him many things cheaply, which earned him some goodwill from Carl.

"Come!" In a private room of the tavern, Yas cordially urged, "This is strong liquor from the Dwarf settlements in the Western Borders. The trade routes are poor at the moment, so it's becoming increasingly scarce."

"Try it!"

Carl picked up his glass and took a sip. The spicy taste instantly filled his mouth, giving him a slightly dizzying sensation of intoxication.

"Not bad."

"Quite good!"

"Haha..." Yas laughed loudly. "I'm glad you like it."

"Try the dishes!"

"Freedom Port is close to the Endless Sea. Our seafood preparation here is probably the best in the Duke's entire domain."

He enthusiastically gestured, introducing each dish and drink on the table.

"Yas," Carl said, "we're already old friends. You can speak frankly; there's no need for such formality."

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