The Belated Apology

Blue-purple spores, like cannonballs the size of leather balls, shot out and landed in an iron cage in the corner of the workbench. The large white rat inside was instantly parasitized by countless spell fungi.

It first let out a scream, then abruptly fell silent. Then, as if it had seen something, it began spinning in circles and running endlessly in place.

Locke nodded. "The Level-7 King Rotten Soil Konjac combined with the Oyster Flower Cannon works quite well. It can interfere with an enemy's perception."

"The original Firework spell merely modified Rotten Soil Konjac so that its spores could attack enemies and damage their nerves."

"But this effect is better now." Locke waved a hand, and the Firework behind him automatically floated into his palm. Like his Level-7 Mandrake Vine, this King Rotten Soil Konjac had become an extension of his body.

Locke placed it inside his Astral Ring. That way, he would not need to carry such a heavy Magic Plant whenever he went out, and he could conceal his spell as well.

"The Firework is finished, but my Mana has barely increased this month," Locke said.

Over the past month, Locke's Mana had hardly grown at all, increasing by only 2 points. After all, the Advanced Meditation Method had yet to arrive and still seemed to be stuck in the approval process.

Locke had asked around before. It seemed that Lilith's Cottage had only just completed its procedures, and it was now going through the White Wizard Association's process.

There was nothing he could do. As an ordinary First-Class Wizard Apprentice, he could only sit and wait. Even urging them would not be very useful.

Teacher Sophia had already done her best to press them on his behalf.

Locke drank a bottle of bright-red Bloodweeping Nightshade. This