Sixth Ring Wizard

The Blacksmith Uncle looked anxious, as if he recalled something and urged Herag to leave quickly.

Herag nodded and walked to the door, turning back to ask, "Blacksmith Uncle, do you know how to get out?"

The Blacksmith Uncle paused, thinking for a moment with a pained expression. Holding his forehead, he said, "I've forgotten a lot, but I know if you stay until dawn, you'll be able to leave. Most importantly, stay away from these houses, don't get close!"

"Ah!" He clutched his head in pain and squatted down, as a large lump suddenly bulged out from his back, unknown what it was.

Seeing this, Herag turned and ran, closing the door behind him.

Bam!

The next second, a loud noise came from behind the door, and Herag felt the entire street tremble.

"Robert?" Herag glanced around but didn't see Robert.

He remembered clearly that Robert was just outside the window, but was gone when he came out.

"Could it be that he was frightened away by the Blacksmith Uncle?"

Herag suspected that when the Blacksmith Uncle opened the door, Robert must have run off after sensing the danger, considering it's impossible for a living person with an ax in their head to open a door like nothing happened.

He couldn't be bothered to worry about Robert anymore, hoping that Robert would have good luck to escape this ordeal.

Herag glanced down the mountain, which had already been proven to be inaccessible, so he turned and ran north where there weren't any residential houses.

Since the Blacksmith Uncle advised staying away from houses, there must be a reason.

Herag's own experiences also confirmed that there was indeed something in each of these houses, and none was easy to deal with.

However, there are indeed many good things here, a whole garden of Demon Flowers, and the Resentful Doll in the little girl's arms, these are all valuable items.

Herag sighed, still lacking strength. If he were strong enough, he'd simply snatch the Resentful Doll from the little girl's hands, daring her to resist would earn her a punch.

But for now, he could only flee in defeat.

Once again, Herag employed the Wind Elf's blessing to hasten his escape from the town's residential area.

While he was running down the street, as he passed each house, the lights would turn on, followed by various noises.

Herag neither looked nor listened, charging headlong to the north.

Once he successfully escaped the residential area, he realized he was drenched in sweat, unsure if it was from fear or exhaustion.

The malice emanating from those houses exerted immense pressure on him, creating a sensation of confronting death itself.

To the north was a small grove and some cultivated fields.

As Herag arrived, a gust of wind blew by.

The breeze brushed against his face, making him feel much more at ease.

He sniffed, "This smell... seems like the fragrance of Dragon's Beard Grass."

Dragon's Beard Grass is a valuable Magic Potion material, used in the creation of various High-tier Potions, among which the most famous is called the Earth God's Favor.

The Earth God's Favor can greatly enhance a wizard's earth element affinity over a short period, with a broad range of uses.

If an earth element wizard uses it during advancement, it can significantly increase their success probability.

Upon consuming the Earth God's Favor, when using earth element spells, the effect greatly improves, as if the surrounding earth elements serve you, requiring only a bit of magic power to mobilize a lot of earth element power.

This kind of high-tier Magic Potion material, much like the Resentful Doll, is extremely expensive.

Herag wasn't sure of the specific price, as he had no previous means to engage with such items.

Now, as Larry's student, he could sell these to Larry. The price could be lower, but the safety is assured.

Larry himself would face no issues selling these items on the market, as owning such items is normal for an Official Wizard, allowing him to earn more from the price difference.

The Resentful Doll in the Space Ring, Herag planned to sell it to Larry later; he didn't specialize in the Curse Technique, so he had no chance to use it.

Herag glanced at the distant fields, which were planted with many "crops."

As he got closer, he saw that the outer fields were planted with a good amount of Dragon's Beard Grass, making Herag's mouth water.

Herag cast three Shields on himself, then began carefully digging out the Dragon's Beard Grass with a shovel.

The stamens of the Dragon's Beard Grass have a long, thin red tongue, which is somewhat aggressive, capable of piercing several holes in a regular person with no problem.

But to a Wizard Apprentice like Herag, one Shield was enough to defend against the Dragon's Beard Grass's attacks.

Herag squatted in the field, with the surrounding Dragon's Beard Grass frantically poking him with their tongues, the tongues hitting the Shield sounding like pitter-pattering rain.

After about half an hour, Herag dug up all seven Dragon's Beard Grass plants from the field.

The quantity wasn't as much as the Demon Flower, but their value far exceeded it.

The adjacent fields were also planted with many Magic Potion Materials, many of which Herag couldn't name, having only studied the Basic Introduction to Herbalism and not yet taken more advanced courses.

He even worried that his digging method might be incorrect, potentially damaging some Magic Potion Materials.

But since he was already here, he couldn't just leave it. Even if some were damaged, it was unavoidable.

Herag moved to another area with the shovel, slightly increased his speed in digging these Magic Potion Materials, while concentrating his spiritual power and staying vigilant of the surroundings.

He hadn't forgotten where he was; it was a creepy place where danger could appear at any time.

If he became too engrossed in digging Magic Potion Materials, he might not even notice when danger approached.

Another hour or so passed, and Herag was still digging up Magic Potion Materials.

Looking up, he saw the field was extensive, with no way he could dig it all up overnight; there were just too many Magic Potion Materials.

"Did someone plant these?"

Herag was a bit confused since these Magic Potion Materials seemed deliberately cultivated.

Because many Magic Potion Materials were classified by type in different fields, and the planting areas were neat and organized, completely unlike wild growth.

"If it was artificially cultivated, it must have been done by a wizard. To cultivate such a large area of Magic Potion Materials in a place like this, the wizard must be very powerful. It seems that the wizard isn't here now, or else I'd be in big trouble."

Herag felt a bit apprehensive, thinking that if the wizard happened to return now, he'd surely be in for some serious consequences.

"I'm just picking up, not stealing..." he comforted himself.

"Shenlan, how long until dawn?" Herag asked.

"About an hour and a half, but due to the special environment, it might not be accurate," Shenlan replied.

Here the environment is special, and Shenlan could only provide time estimates based on normal patterns. But everything here is filled with mystery and uncertainty; even if the sun rose from the west, Herag wouldn't be surprised, as the sunrise time couldn't be inferred with ordinary logic.