Growing Stronger

With a casual gesture, Pushton had changed the fate of a mortal peddler's family.

Yet the luckiest one was still the child.

The boy was probably only around ten years old. Having encountered such a stroke of fortune, he had become a third-ring wizard in an instant.

He was far luckier than anyone else.

Just think of Charles—what had he done, and how much effort had he spent, to become a third-ring wizard?

Yet this boy's grandfather had merely served Pushton a helping of baked beans.

Not far away, the wizards kneeling on the ground heard Pushton's words, and their eyes nearly spat flames with envy.

If becoming a third-ring wizard was enough to make the other wizards jealous, then becoming Charles's student was something that made them even more envious.

Which of these wizards did not know by now that Sage Charles was a fifth-ring wizard?

Compared with the agitation of those wizards, the sages following behind them wore differing expressions and harbored different thoughts.

The fourth-ring wizards all thought the lucky child was rather fortunate.

Anderson in particular stood somewhat farther back. Watching Pushton merely raise a hand and turn the boy into a third-ring wizard—

The sight left him utterly dumbfounded.

Compared to him, the two fifth-ring wizards, Noah and the others, behaved much better.

Still, Noah thought to himself, The Tower Master's strength has grown stronger again. This must be the application of Origin power!

He can use such power for the sake of a child. Then for someone loyal like me, the Tower Master will surely grant me even greater benefits!

Noah smiled. "Tower Master, today truly is a lucky day for this grandfather and grandson."

Pushton smiled faintly. "What luck?"

"He earned it himself."

Then he rose and slowly walked onward.

After Pushton and