At the pier.
The originally clear water surface turned deep and mysterious due to the dim sky, resembling a piece of deep blue crystal. On its smooth surface, the distant orange sun cast a golden shadow.
Dang.
Colin stepped on the white steel gangway of the Sea Swallow, causing the hull to sway slightly.
The deep blue crystal-like water under the ship rippled as if melting, and the crimson reflection also swayed.
"Sir, I will escort you here, it's getting late, so I will head back now," Marz said to them, his face somehow somber.
"Hmm," Colin nodded, continuing onto the Sea Swallow along with Renee and the others via the gangway.
When they reached the deck, Colin looked back.
Marz's figure gradually receded, already near the end of the pier, looking somewhat hurried.
"Renee, prepare dinner, add more fresh vegetables tonight."
Colin turned to Renee next to him and instructed.
Then he spoke to Mod following behind, "Let's continue addressing your problem, I already have some ideas."
"Yes, sir!" Mod's face lit up with joy.
The two went to the Meditation Room next to the master bedroom below the deck.
Facing each other on the grey cushions, Colin flipped through two Meditation Methods and after pondering for a moment, began to explain slowly.
His own training in the apprenticeship Circulation Meditation had broken limits twice.
Although he was not considered a master in terms of apprenticeship meditation, he was much stronger than a typical Advanced Wizard Apprentice… This was also why he agreed to Mod's request.
The sun gradually sank beneath the sea, and the moon slowly rose.
On the deep blue sea surface, a shimmering path of light reappeared, its color changing from the evening's crimson gold to silver white.
Time passed slowly.
Around nine o'clock in the evening, Colin finally resolved Mod's problem.
The solution to the problem was simple… The reason it took so long was mainly because of the time spent helping Mod understand the underlying principles.
Colin watched Mod's departing back and let out a soft sigh.
This wasn't the first time he recognized the gap between Wild Wizards and School Wizards.
But this time, he undoubtedly understood the gap more deeply and clearly.
It wasn't to say there was a major difference in intelligence between School Wizards and Wild Wizards.
The main differences were in foundational knowledge, learning frameworks, and logical thinking.
Wild Wizards, not having received formal education from a magic school, often lacked sophisticated learning thought processes.
This difference also made it harder for Wild Wizards to learn new knowledge compared to School Wizards, often requiring much more effort.
Colin shook his head, gathered his thoughts, and with a thought, summoned the Golden Paper.
Dinner had already been eaten during the explanation.
Now it was time to move on to the next part—
Breaking limits again with the Fireball Technique and High Temperature Tolerance!
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Geyle Village.
A gigantic ancient tree, at its upper section, had a naturally formed cavity cave.
Walking along the small path to the depths of the cave.
Boom!
A gloomy green flame suddenly appeared in the ancient hall, emitting a light that enveloped the entire cave hall with a sinister and horrifying aura.
"This…" The young guard beside changed his face drastically, turned, and ran quickly toward the outside of the cave, shouting as he ran,
"Light of Rael appeared earlier than expected, quickly inform Lord Yul!"
His voice spread out along the passage towards the outer world, gradually stirring up the originally quiet Geyle Village.
Minutes later.
A small wooden hall was already filled with people, all wearing green clothing with unique light yellow patterns.
The foremost was the handsome Yul, dressed in similar green attire adorned with unique light yellow patterns.
However, his clothing was more lavish and exquisite, and he also wore a crown woven from golden flowers on his head.
In the center of the wooden hall, the gloomy green flame hovered in the air, burning silently.
Despite the presence of many people, all of them kept their mouths shut, their expressions silent, unusually quiet.
However, upon closer observation, one could see that their gaze was focused on Yul.
Feeling the gazes behind him, Yul breathed out softly and stepped towards the Light of Rael.
Upon reaching the gloomy green flame, he raised both hands and reached inside.
Hiss!
A clear burning sound could be heard.
"Ugh!"
Yul let out a muffled groan.
The Light of Rael had no temperature, but he felt as if his hands were being scorched by real flames.
Drops of sweat the size of beans rolled from his forehead, falling onto the ancient tree trunk below, forming tiny wet spots, slowly absorbed by it.
Yul's face turned pale, but his expression remained calm.
Enduring pain was the first lesson for a Priest.
Soon, he withdrew his hands, subconsciously wanting to clench his fists to move them.
But his palms did not move as he wished, instead remaining stiff in place.
Yul's calm face showed a brief ripple, but it quickly returned to calm, though the slight trembling of his arms still betrayed his inner turmoil.
Swish.
He dismissed the whim to move his palms and let his arms hang naturally.
As a new generation Priest, he knew the consequences of touching the Light of Rael better than anyone else.
First, it was the palms, then the arms, followed by the feet… finally, the whole person would be left only a shell of flesh and blood, still breathing but without consciousness, lying on the bed like a living dead.
"Priest Yul, what message did Rael convey this time?" the oldest elder in the crowd asked.