Source LV1

This is not the icon room, so you can leave the treasure chest aside for now.

The Immortal's Memory Crystal are also related to the Wild Hunt, and without the Elder Speech, it's hard to say what the final outcome will be.

Therefore, the bedridden Ailin actually only had one choice— the Sorcerer's Memory.

"Actually, it should be a warlock's skill..."

Recalling the process of using "The Witcher's Memories" a few months ago, Brett and Fredika's memories were merely the carriers of the skill; all the scenes that appeared when using it were closely related to a core skill.

Therefore, the "memories" dropped by killing intelligent beings are actually quite similar to skill books in the game from the previous life.

"The process isn't always pleasant..."

Brett's memory was actually not bad back then; it was just training, at most a bit longer.

But Fredika ... that damned beast... his memories are a complete pollution.

For many days after using that memory, he had little appetite and was particularly irritable.

"Homage to the Goddess Meritellie! May these male wizards be more normal, and ideally, an expert in Elder Speech should be among them..."

Ailin took a deep breath.

"Ding! Do you wish to use the Sorcerer's Memory...?"

"Sizzle~"

Suddenly, a piercing, strange sound came to my mind, like sandpaper rubbing against glass.

Immediately afterwards, his center of gravity suddenly lost its balance.

After a moment of disorientation, Ailin suddenly found himself in a classroom.

Black stone slabs covered with symbols and magic circles, irregularly arranged tables and chairs, cracked ancient reptile skeletons crawling on the roof, mysterious purple crystal lamps flickering in their eye sockets, etchings spread out on the table, runes writhing on them like serpents...

In the classrooms of Ben Ade College, he acted as if he were an ordinary Sorcerer Apprentice.

"This feeling is really strange..."

Ailin thought to himself.

If it weren't for the Witcher's Handbook, he, a witcher, would probably never have been able to sit in a classroom at a wizarding academy like this, listening to a senior wizard give him a lesson.

"Why don't you take a nap now?" A childish voice suddenly came from beside me.

Ailin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a sleepy-eyed boy, about eleven or twelve years old, or rather, Sorcerer Apprentice.

The class didn't seem to have started yet; a group of little boys were slumped over in the classroom, trying to catch their breath.

Ailin stared blankly at the scene, as if she had returned to her student days when she was overwhelmed by test papers, homework, and exams.

Orphans can't afford tutoring, so in order to get ahead, they have to spend more time on their studies than their classmates who are from well-off families. But because they are poor, they have to collect discarded bottles and cans at night and lack sleep, so every second between classes is precious rest time.

Only in this way can we concentrate during class and learn more.

Do Sorcerer Apprentice in another world also have academic pressure?

A certain indescribable emotion lingered, like a damp mist.

"I'm not sleeping!" Ailin heard himself say, "The performance by the Kashlaire Caravan Circus was so wonderful... the Serpent Woman's full and supple body... her dance... and the heroic poem by the great poet Siveles accompanied by the exquisite lute music, I couldn't sleep all night, and I'm still excited..."

"... the scorching furnace fire forged Zatret's soul, the iron hammer pounded..."

"Ailin" even started singing loudly, but the tune and her voice sounded like a male duck in heat...

There are no techniques involved, only emotions.

All right...

It seems they are different...

Ailin thought to himself.

The damp mood was instantly dispelled by "his" own singing.

"No wonder Ban Ad couldn't beat the girls from Aretuza in the competition every year," Ailin thought. "A monastery-like ascetic life, to improve the control of the elements, even going so far as to sterilize, completely destroying the Sorceress becoming a mother, when that negligible possibility..."

"The Sorcerer Apprentice, however, spent the whole night thinking about listening to music in brothels..."

"There's no way they can win."

Ailin rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Shut up, Colette!"

"Ailin's" beautiful singing voice aroused public outrage.

Not only did the apprentice who spoke to him try desperately to cover his mouth, but the apprentices lying on the floor in the classroom also looked up and glared at him at almost the same time.

"Ordinary people without aesthetic taste."

"Ailin" muttered something to himself, then shut his mouth with a sullen expression.

"Ding ding ding!"

It seems the school bell has rung.

Almost at the exact moment the bell rang, a male wizard pushed open the door and entered.

The familiar, but slightly younger-looking face made the Witcher freeze instantly upon recognizing it.

Henry Gedimidis...

The teacher who gave this lesson is the oldest and most powerful source of magic in the world.

"Good morning, Dean Henry Gedimidis."

Good morning, little gentlemen.

As the classroom erupted in greetings, Henry Gedimidis entered, smiling and walking up to the podium.

"The dean is truly the most aristocratic of all the teachers..." The apprentice beside him looked at the podium with reverence.

"Ailin" was equally excited. "He's the best at lecturing, and more importantly, he's the most powerful man in the world."

Judging from their words, this didn't seem to be the first time Henri Gedimidis had taught them, but the admiration and novelty hadn't diminished.

"The young gentlemen don't seem to be in good spirits..."

"Could it be that he stayed up all night to preview Stamford's ' A Dialogue on the Essence of Magic,' Zambadista's 'The Power of the Elements,' and Rikter and Monk's 'Natural Magic'?"

"Hmm... it seems not..." After putting down the three books, he gave a meaningful smile, "Let me guess, last night the Kashi Leer Circus was invited and came to Ban Ade with their caravan..."

"Perhaps..."

"Someone 'illegally' escaped from the dormitory and left the campus..."

Henry Gedimidis's gaze swept over.

The apprentices below all lowered their heads.

Ailin looked up and glanced at it.

Good heavens!

At first glance, not a single head was raised.

So, the entire apprentice dormitory was deserted last night?

Henry Gedimidis was not disappointed by this, perhaps because he was already used to it.

He sighed, seemingly with regret:

"It seems it's time to exercise my privileges as the director. The Kashler Circus might not be a good fit for Ban Ade. I'll have them removed tomorrow..."

"No!" Before Henry Gedimidis could finish speaking, cries of agony filled the air.

Of all the male birds, "Ailin" had the loudest, most hoarse voice.

Such an flamboyant person naturally attracted the attention of the Demon Source.

"It seems Mr. Colette has a different opinion."

Hen Gedimidis turned his gaze over, and the pressure from the source of the demonic energy seemed to instantly weigh down on him.

But in reality, this is an illusion.

Unlike the last time he met Hen Gedimidis after the Apprentice Combat Tournament, he actually saw a hint of kindness in the eyes of the demonic source this time.

It's not surprising, though. In the eyes of the Demon Source, Ailin might just be an experiment or a stumbling block, but the apprentices in this classroom can be seen as the future of male wizards who cannot have children, or rather, the future of sorcerers.

However, Colette, the owner of the memory, clearly didn't realize this and stammered, unable to say anything.

"Well then..." Henry Gedimidis waved his hand with a smile, "After this lesson, I will ask you five questions..."

"If you can answer three questions correctly, I won't kick the circus out. If you answer four, I can arrange for you all to have a proper and enjoyable time tonight. And if you answer them all correctly..."

He kept them in suspense, watching with satisfaction as the apprentices looked up at him expectantly.

After a couple of seconds, he said:

"If I get all the answers right, I'll ask the Kashmir Circus to stay an extra day."

"What do you think, Mr. Colette?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

It seemed as if all the living things in the classroom were looking at him.

Ailin could clearly hear himself swallow.

"Smack!"

The apprentice beside him slapped him hard on the shoulder and urged repeatedly, "Agree to it! Agree to it!"

Obviously.

Colette had no other choice.

"With a reply of 'Yes, Dean.'"

Henn Gedimidis began the lesson with satisfaction.

"Magic is an extremely dangerous art; it is a powerful force that intelligent life has seized in its struggle against the very essence of the world..."

"Many people don't care about studying the essence of magic; they only pursue the greater power of spells and learn more advanced spells, but this is wrong, even dangerous..."

Henry Gedimidis was a very good lecturer, and he spoke eloquently and persuasively.

The apprentices initially listened only to the circus performances, but gradually became involved in the lessons.

It must be said that, although it is also a theory, it is much more vivid than Vesemir's dry and boring "Monster Economics".

Even so... even Ailin knew that such top-notch master teaching was extremely valuable, comparable to being personally taught by an academician in his previous life.

Ailin was getting more and more confused as he listened.

It wasn't that he couldn't understand; he just didn't know which skill this Sorcerer's Memory from "Colette" intended for him to learn.

It can't be some kind of magic principle, can it?

It's important to understand that even alchemy and ritual studies are not purely knowledge; they also include operational methods and techniques.

But what Henry Gedimidis talks about is more like Vesemir's original "Monster Economics," which is pure knowledge.

This type of knowledge is unlikely to be recognized and upgraded by the Witcher's Handbook.

Since it cannot be recognized by the Witcher's Handbook, why would it be distributed as a reward?

Ailin was confused.

But now that he had entered this memory, he could only continue listening with intense curiosity.

"The most fundamental power wielded by wizards is ' Primal Magic '."

"That power is drawn from the four elemental planes that surround this planet."

"Each chaotic state in every plane has its own characteristics..."

With a casual wave of his hand, Henry Gedimidis created a solid ball of earth out of thin air.

"Earth Magic Power is easy to obtain, but its energy transfer efficiency is not high. The process of summoning Earth Magic Power is quite complex, but the power it contains is also immense..."

He placed the clay ball on the platform made of oak.

It was just a gentle placement.

"Click~ Click~"

The table legs began to bend, making a creaking sound as they struggled to bear the weight.

However, before it could completely break, the heavy, unknown material of the clay ball vanished into thin air with a gesture from Henri Gedimidis.

Instead, there was distorted air and howling wind that whipped the apprentices' hair through the classroom.

"Air Magic Power is unpredictable and difficult to control. Absorbing Air Magic Power is simple, but grasping the right amount to unleash a spell is quite challenging, and requires a certain intuition..."

The invisible wind in Henri Gedimidis's hand suddenly ignited into a blazing flame, startling the apprentices into instinctively dodging.

He chuckled and continued his explanation:

"Fire Magic Power is the most destructive and chaotic of the elemental magics. It is easy to summon and can provide energy quickly, but unfortunately, inexperienced young mages often find it difficult to stop the flow of Fire Magic Power, and their bodies will suffer excessive burdens as a result..."

"As for Water Magic Power..."

Hen Gedimidis did not demonstrate further. Instead, he instantly grasped his right hand, which, though lacking a staff, wielded elements with effortless skill, and extinguished the flame that had transformed into a ghostly blue.

Exclamations of "Wow! Wow!" were heard everywhere.

"As for Water Magic Power, water magic is recognized as the easiest magic to learn. You all know it, and your past courses have basically focused on this type of magic, so I won't demonstrate it."

"Who says otherwise?" Ailin heard "himself" complain softly. "I've been learning Water Element magic for five years now, and I wonder when I'll be able to teach a few Fire Element spells..."

"Not now."

"Ailin's" mutterings were interrupted.

He saw Henry Gedimidis suddenly staring at him very seriously.

"Not now, Mr. Colette. Never underestimate the power of the elements, especially the most ferocious Fire Element."

"I don't want to hear one day that a male wizard from Ben Ade has immolated himself in the street. Although there are one or two such fools every year, I hope it's not you, Mr. Colette..." Henry Gedimidis glanced around, "Nor are you."

"So promise me you won't try Fire Magic without my permission, okay?"

"Yes, Dean." After exchanging glances, the group replied.

"Very good!" Henry Gedimidis nodded in satisfaction and then continued his lecture.

The class ended quickly.

When asked questions, "Ailin" unsurprisingly answered five correctly, leaving the Kashler Circus, pushing their caravan, with no idea what was going on, to work another day in Ban Adga.

However, Ailin could see that this was just a tactic.

After all, these five questions are all from classroom content, and you can answer them correctly if you pay a little attention.

To be honest, it's really rare for someone like Moyuan, who stands at the pinnacle of the Witcher world in terms of power, reputation, and strength, to put in so much effort.

Although the university Ailin attended in his previous life had academic elites like academicians, they rarely taught classes and rarely put in this much effort.

At least Ailin herself had never encountered one.

After listening to this lesson, he even felt a little envious of these apprentices.

Although Vesemir was also a good teacher, and not only did she provide individual tutoring, she was also more dedicated.

After one day's classes, there's the second day, then the third and fourth days.

Colette and his apprentice friends managed to keep the Kashgar Lerdeau Circus on hold for an extra month.

The reason they didn't stay was because the students were simply tired of seeing it.

Then the Kashgar Lerdo Circus left, and a famous court clown arrived, followed by a snake charmer from the eastern desert...

Of course, Ailin didn't see any of these things with his own eyes.

Colette has days off, but Ailin doesn't; after one class, he immediately starts the next day's class.

All you could hear them discussing before class how alluring the Serpent Woman's figure was, how captivating the great poet's voice was, how funny the clown was, and how exotic the snake charmer was...

It was so agonizing.

However, Ailin eventually realized that this was clearly a special invitation that Henn Gedimidis had made to entice the apprentices to listen attentively to the lessons.

But there's one thing he doesn't understand...

"Is this theory course really that important? Is it worth going to such lengths for?"

until...

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

Two years later, one day, Henry Gedimidis, who was on stage, suddenly announced his resignation.

At that very instant, time suddenly stopped.

[Ding! Spend 1 Experience Orbs to unlock skill: Source LV1?]