Isata.
Within the tower, Charles finished preparing all his equipment.
Time had passed quickly, and Charles's days had been full every day.
At last, the time had come to take part in the Trial Plane.
A month earlier, Loran had sent someone to deliver Charles's Trial Plane token. With this token, Charles would be able to participate in this grand gathering of wizard apprentices.
He put on each piece of equipment and stowed potions and scrolls in the alchemical pouch at his waist.
This was a new piece of equipment he had purchased, one with a faint spatial function.
It could open a space of roughly half a cubic meter, used to store the potions, scrolls, and assorted odds and ends Charles had prepared.
In the Wizard World, spatial equipment was not cheap, and the spatial equipment low-level wizards and apprentices could own was all quite small.
Charles's alchemical pouch could only store a few valuable potions.
He also had a backpack on his back, used to hold the various scrolls he had prepared in advance.
Before leaving, Charles assigned tasks to both Erika and Bruce.
Especially Bruce.
Recently, Charles had carried out small-scale modifications on the rats again, such as feeding them Demon Worm flesh and blood.
A batch of rats had died, but some had survived, their bodies beginning to undergo slight mutations.
Charles instructed, "Bruce, raise these rats properly. They will be of great use when I return!"
"Yes, Master! Please rest assured!!" Bruce nodded heavily.
Over this past year, Bruce's mutation had continued, and his strength had steadily grown.
The fellow now even possessed strength close to that of a First-Rank Wizard Apprentice.
Bruce had grown to about one and a half meters tall, with great strength and decent defense.
Some demonic physical traits had also