After leaving Jody's place,
Charles returned to his quarters and began thinking about what kind of venture could make him money.
But even after racking his brains, he could not think of any way of making money that he was good at.
If he were in Isata, he could at least earn some hard-earned cash by catching Goblins.
It was not much, but it was still a decent source of income.
But stationed out here, Charles's income had plummeted.
For two days in a row, Charles had been mulling over these questions.
His poor state naturally did not escape Loran's notice.
Loran asked, "What has been wrong with you these past two days? Why have you been so out of sorts?"
Charles did not hide anything and told Loran about his worries.
After hearing him out, Loran shook her head slightly. "Jody should not have told you so early. You have only just become a first-class wizard apprentice; Mind-Focusing Potions are still far too distant for you."
"Even if you want a Mind-Focusing Potion, that should at least wait until the next round of trials."
"Your foundation is far too weak. Wizard artifacts, potions, mental strength, magic power, and even more spells—none of that can be acquired in a single year."
"Honestly, just wait for the next round of trials. Calm yourself down."
After Loran said that, Charles came to his senses as well. His mindset had indeed been unstable lately; he had been far too impatient.
He was still young and in good physical condition. He had plenty of time to wait.
He thought, If I can save up enough resources over the next year or so, then I'll consider taking part in the trials.
If not, I'll just wait for the next round of trials.
With that thought,