After becoming a formal wizard, there were no longer any stone-strip devices for estimating mental power. Ruger felt that a bit of fun had been lost, though he had not used that thing often even during his apprenticeship. In the end, things like that were much like the iterative changes in meditation methods—they existed to give guidance to wizard apprentices lost amid their transformations. Once one became a formal wizard, everything had to be controlled and planned by oneself.
Ruger waved a hand and set down his old recliner by the sea, then sat in it contentedly. Wizard Zorn was not around, so as an apprentice Demon Hunter Wizard, he naturally had to enjoy his life properly.
As for how far one had to train one's mental power before becoming a second-ring wizard, that would naturally be when he felt the restraints, felt the bottleneck, felt the resistance to moving forward. Though he had always been confident in himself, he did not think he was the sort of person who could advance all the way without obstacles, unknowingly breaking through one stage after another—a figure of whom only a few had ever appeared in wizard history.
"Another big fish!"
The spatial gate stood open. In the distance, Aisijin and the others were going in and out, diving into the sea to catch fish.
Serious Mouse was the busiest of them all. Sometimes it helped carry fish; sometimes it suddenly froze, lowered its head, and examined the ground as it picked up a few pretty little stones. Ruger knew that it had found decorations it liked for the inn. When Aisijin and the others saw Serious Mouse staring blankly, they did not urge it. They simply let it study there.
Ruger had already brought them to play by the seaside for