Leaving the Puppet Factory, Amy then took the three to tour the Magic Plant Garden, before heading straight to the warehouse.
The last stop of the base tour was the warehouse.
Just as they approached the warehouse, Sherman heard a lodious tune from afar.
"It’s a violin," Attila closed his eyes and listened for a while, speaking assuredly.
"Hmm." Cole nodded, "The player’s skill is amazing, even better than my old violin teacher."
Sherman scratched his head; he couldn’t discern any difference, just found it pleasing to the ear.
"It’s little Grell playing, ow. She loves playing the violin the most,"
Amy said, leading the way to the warehouse.
Sherman and the others suppressed their confusion and quickly followed.
Upon reaching the warehouse, they saw a small chair in front of the warehouse door, where a little figure sat, focused intently while playing the violin.
The little figure was about twenty centiters tall, slender and delicate in appearance, resembling a girl shrunk to a fraction of her size.
She had slightly scaled light green skin, deep green hair adorned with shells and pearls, and wore a shawl woven from colorful seaweed, presenting an unusual beauty.
Attila’s eyes sparkled: "So cute!"
Sherman hesitated: "Is this... a sprite?"
"Sherman is right, ow. Little Grell is a Gleis Spirit, summoned by Sunan from another world a few days ago," Amy said.
Another world summon? Gleis Spirit?
Sherman and the others listened, feeling amazed.
"Don’t be fooled by little Grell’s young appearance. She’s lived for many years; Gleis Spirits are a rare Immortal Race."
The three apprentices were stunned, eyes wide in disbelief.
Immortal Race!
Does that an immortality?
Are there truly such races in this world?
At that mont, the lodious violin notes gradually faded, followed by a tender, pleasant voice.
"Amy, discussing a lady’s age behind her back is not a good habit."
"Why, ow? I was rely stating the truth," Amy replied cautiously.
Grell, who had walked over, glanced at her helplessly, sighed, and paid no further attention to the ninny. She turned to Sherman and the others with a smile:
"Nice to et you, I’m Grell, the newly appointed warehouse manager."
Sherman and the others snapped out of their astonishnt and promptly introduced themselves.
"I know you; Lord Sunan has told about you."
Grell smiled gently, signaling them to follow her, leading them to a notice board.
"Take a look at this."
Sherman and the others focused on it, discovering tasks listed on the bulletin board.
Caring for Magic Plants, Laboratory Cleaning, Silver Moon Flower Refining, Clay Golem Maintenance, Human Target Repair, Tier Two Active Potion Production, Tier Two Dragon Blood Potion Production, Strength Potion Making, Black Rock Leopard Crafting...
There were about twenty to thirty miscellaneous tasks.
Each task was marked with location, ti, conditions to accept, and Contribution Points earned upon completion.
Caring for Magic Plants, Laboratory Cleaning, and Clay Golem Maintenance offered the lowest Contribution Points, in single digits.
Silver Moon Flower Refining and Human Target Repair offered over ten points.
But the forr required knowledge of potion-making.
The latter required mastery of Tier Zero Magic [Repair Skill].
Neither of which they could take on now.
As for the potion making and Black Rock Leopard tasks later on, it was better not to ntion.
Looking at the tasks listed above, Attila pondered and turned to ask: "Lady Grell, can Contribution Points obtained from tasks be exchanged for sothing?"
"Just call Grell."
Grell nodded, confirming Attila’s assumption.
"You’re correct; Contribution Points can be exchanged for resources here."
"There is a rule among wizards—that of equivalent exchange."
"To obtain sothing, you must give sothing of equal value, including knowledge."
"The previous ditation thods, knowledge, and potions were gifts from Lord Sunan as a teacher."
"However, starting today, you must earn resources through your own labor."
Grell led them to another notice board, which listed various resources.
Ranging from basic materials like clay, silver, Black Stone Iron, Silver Moon Flower, and various books, to valuable items like Superpower Potion, Tier Two Magical Items, and Gemstone Runes that Sherman and the others coveted — they had learned of their preciousness from Amy — they were all there.
You could even exchange for a Steel Golem!
Seeing this made them excited.
Yet, upon seeing the Contribution Points required to exchange for a Steel Golem, their hearts twitched, imdiately dismissing unrealistic thoughts.
"You all are quite lucky, ow."
Amy spoke beside them.
"The resources on Starlight Continent are scarce now, and many items here can’t be found outside; only Sunan can acquire them."
"As long as you work hard enough, there’s no worry about lacking resources to quickly enhance your strength."
Sherman, Cole, and Attila felt stirred by Amy’s words.
Over the past half-year, through book study and conversations with Amy, they had co to understand the significance of resources for a Wizard Apprentice.
Without adequate resources, Wizard Apprentices would struggle even to ditate and enhance Spiritual Power, let alone pursue truth.
Now, their teacher provided them a platform.
A platform where labor could be exchanged for resources.
As long as they worked hard to earn Contribution Points, they could continue to grow stronger until one day they beca as powerful as their teacher!
"I’ll always be here in the warehouse for you if you wish to take on tasks, check Contribution Points, or exchange for items," Grell said.
After these words, she raised the violin again.
Seeing this, Sherman and the others tactfully bid farewell and left.
On the way to the residential area, Amy continued to chatter: "Don’t be fooled by little Grell’s small stature; her archery skills are formidable, and she possesses various Charm Magic, Detection Magic, and Invisibility Magic. Even I’m not her match."
Sherman and the others replied halfheartedly, but their thoughts shifted elsewhere.
To the young apprentices, everything they had witnessed earlier seed so novel.
Before today, they had read many books, believing they had a certain understanding of the Wizard World.
Yet, after seeing the facilities within the base, they truly felt as though they had lifted a curtain to glimpse a fragnt of the Wizard World.
Their previous assumptions were nothing more than the ignorance of a frog at the bottom of a well.
Sherman, especially, felt deeply moved.
Rembering his past dream of residing in a castle, he couldn’t help but want to mock himself; his earlier self was far too shallow and laughable—the world was much vaster than he had imagined.
Compared to the vast and mysterious Wizard World, a re noble castle was insignificant like a grain of sand.
"I must beco a wizard and see more of this world!"
At that mont, the young apprentice secretly made up his mind.
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