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Brandon and Captain Roland could be seen not too far away, speaking to Vishirk and asking him question after question.

Brandon spotted Rowan and waved at him before strolling towards him.

Captain Roland asked Vishirk to come with him to meet Rowan.

Brandon and Captain Roland greeted Rowan first before reporting what they had to report.

"Lord Rowan, we cannot trust this guy," they both suggested.

"Don\'t worry, I\'ll investigate him myself and deal with him the moment he tries to do anything that harms any one of my people," Rowan responded.

Brandon and Captain Roland nodded.

"Please be cautious around him," they said, waving before turning back and leaving, leaving only the two of them together.

Vishirk was smiling in a friendly manner at Rowan while his blue eyes shone with adoration.

If an outsider were to describe both of them, they would definitely say they were brothers due to the similarities they share.

Both of them had black hair and blue eyes. Vishirk\'s hair was longer, while Rowan\'s eyes were a brilliant ocean blue.

Based on height, Rowan was slightly taller, but not by much. If he was 6\'2", then Vishirk would be around 6\'1" or 6\'0".

After observing Vishirk for a few seconds, Rowan said, "Come with me," and strolled towards the meeting hall with him.

Vishirk walked beside Rowan with a cheerful smile on his face.

He was amazed by the beautiful women walking past and waving cheerfully at Rowan.

Both of them reached the meeting hall. They walked inside, and Rowan closed the door.

Rowan took a seat, and Vishirk took the one opposite him, still wearing a smile on his face.

Sunlight filtered through the small windows, providing adequate lighting for the room.

Rowan began his questioning by asking about Vishirk\'s name and where he originated from, which Vishirk quickly provided.

Vishirk claimed he was a student of Wishiros\' 7th School of Pure Magic and Potion-Making, one of the ten biggest schools of magic in the country of Wishiros.

Rowan asked further about Wishiros, and Vishirk explained it to him. According to Vishirk\'s explanation, the country of Wishiros was at least three times bigger than Canada on Earth. Rowan also learned for the first time that his village was part of a country.

Since Vishirk was as talkative as D\'andre, he quickly divulged more information than required, while bragging about the superiority of his school of magic.

Rowan learned a few geographical details from him: that the name of this world is Nexteria, and it has five continents; each continent had more land and population than the whole of Earth.

Wishiros is part of the Southreach continent, which is the smallest of the five.

"Our magic instructors are so mighty and cool; one of them even possesses the legendary Inferno Dragon as his pet!" Vishirk continued bragging with bright eyes.

"Alright, enough of the unnecessary information," Rowan said, waving at him to stop talking.

"Tell me why you are here. Why did you leave your awesome school and wind up in a place like this?"

Vishirk turned sad again and told Rowan everything.

Rowan was pretty surprised when he heard his reason.

But at the same time, he was suspicious.

"Your classmates were slaughtered by powerful dark mages, and you somehow managed to escape? How is that possible?" he asked.

Vishirk told Rowan the same thing he told Dragun about hiding in the river while the slaughter took place.

Rowan found the story convincing, but he couldn\'t trust him fully, even though he could tell with his inspection skill that he wasn\'t lying.

He asked Vishirk some other questions to clear the doubts in the air before proceeding to ask the questions he wanted to ask most—about magic.

But Vishirk became surprised as to why Rowan would be curious about magic when his dad was a powerful mage. He couldn\'t help but voice his question.

Rowan told him the truth: that Dragun wasn\'t really around when he awakened and started cultivating magic.

"That\'s understandable. The mana in this village is too faint to awaken and cultivate magic. The chances of anyone awakening in this village without the use of outside resources is very low. Only a genius blessed by heaven and nature can awaken in such a place," Vishirk continued speaking; he said almost the same thing as Dragun.

But Rowan got a few points from his speech that gave him hope. "With the right resources, magic can be awakened and cultivated in this village?"

Vishirk nodded and told Rowan how some people in his hometown didn\'t awaken their mana core even after reaching the age of fifty. He said those people seek the help of top magic organizations, like his school, and those organizations were able to give special potions and procedures to awaken it.

"But the resources to do so are very rare and require a lot of money to acquire. Some nobles I know had to burn all of their wealth to be able to cultivate magic," Vishirk concluded.

Rowan nodded. "For a wealthy man to spend all their wealth to cultivate magic, then it must be really special."

"Yes, magic is the greatest wealth anyone can desire. With magic, everything is achievable—becoming immortal, resurrecting the dead, creating life itself—all of it is possible with magic," Vishirk said with a smile on his face.

It was evident on his face that he cherished magic so much. Each time he spoke about it, his mood brightened and his voice became really loud.

For the next few minutes, Rowan and Vishirk discussed more about the topic. Rowan revealed his desire to awaken his mana core, and Vishirk agreed to help by collecting all the needed ingredients and brewing the core awakening potion for him. In exchange, Rowan accepted him in the village.

Rowan informed him about the unavailability of shelter, and Vishirk told him not to worry about that since he had some mobile tent stored in his spatial item, which he didn\'t reveal to Rowan.

Rowan could tell Vishirk didn\'t want to reveal it because he was scared he would take it, but he didn\'t speak about it. It was a wise decision, to be fair.

Both of them discussed for a few minutes more before leaving the meeting hall.

Some young women carrying food baskets walked past them and greeted them. Rowan only waved back, but Vishirk proceeded to walk with them and try to strike up a conversation.

Unfortunately, the effect of the language spell faded off, and his words became gibberish in the ears of the ladies, causing them to hurry away while he tried to use another magic slip.

Rowan only shook his head and left him.

While he was strolling towards his next destination, he opened his system and checked his current ranking.

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[NOVICE RANKING]

- Total positions: 9,028

- Your position: 8,937 (▲91)

- Current recurring rewards: NONE

Do you want to view the top 10? Cost: 100,000 evolution points

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