Larry's words echoed Herag's own thoughts.

Only by being strong oneself can one face everything without relying on external forces.

Two days later.

"Herag Merlin: Power 8.6, Agility 7.7, Constitution 9.3, Spirit 19.7, Magic Power 100%."

Herag completed the meditation for the twelfth star, but his injuries were still not fully healed, and he needed Bessie to help him walk.

He counted the Magic Stones in his Space Ring, and there were over two thousand three hundred pieces.

"Since I've decided to leave after becoming an Official Wizard, I should make use of this time before leaving," thought Herag.

To him, the most useful things in the Moonlight Forest are the various resources and knowledge.

Herag planned to use the Magic Stones he had to exchange for resources and knowledge before leaving.

Many pieces of knowledge are relatively easy to acquire within the Wizard Organization, but once outside, it's not so easy.

The first thing Herag planned to learn was knowledge of Necromancy, about which he knew very little.

To inherit knowledge of Necromancy, he needed to find an Official Wizard in the Moonlight Forest to study with, which would likely be costly, but Herag could afford it.

Ten days later, in town.

"How do you feel?" Larry asked.

Herag stretched his muscles: "Basically recovered."

"Yes, your constitution is strong, which is an important reason for your quick recovery," Larry nodded.

Herag smiled and said, "It's also thanks to the Magic Potions the teacher prepared, otherwise I would still be bedridden."

During this time, Larry had specially concocted some Magic Potions according to Herag's injuries, which were very effective for his recovery.

"You should also thank Bessie; she has been taking care of you all this time," Larry said while sipping coffee.

Herag sighed, "I'm destined to leave; even at your place, teacher, I probably won't stay long."

He was confident in his advancement speed; the further he progressed, the more resources he would need.

At the Level 1 Wizard stage, he could still obtain the resources he needed here, but if he became a Level 2 or even Level 3 Wizard, he would have to go elsewhere.

Bessie was just a Third Class Wizard Apprentice and couldn't possibly follow him around forever.

Moreover, Bessie herself had already given up her own practice; her goal was to create a Pure-blood Wizard Family, which was not something that could be accomplished in a short time.

Herag did not want to become a breeding horse; his focus remained on enhancing his own strength.

He thought about the Necromancy knowledge and asked, "Teacher, do you know which wizard in the forest teaches Necromancy knowledge?"

"Necromancy? Lady Moran is very proficient in it. I can ask her if she has any free time recently. However, why do you want to learn Necromancy? Learning too much knowledge can make you unfocused," Larry reminded him.

Herag understood his point. It was difficult for ordinary Wizard Apprentices to balance multiple fields of knowledge.

A single discipline like Magic Potion could consume most of their time and energy. Necromancy knowledge is no simpler than Magic Potion, and might be even more profound and complex.

"I am preparing for the future; for now, I am just going to accumulate the knowledge I need and digest it gradually," Herag explained.

Larry thought it made sense; once outside, such knowledge would not be as easy to acquire.

He took out a Talisman Stone and sent a few messages. After a while, he said, "Lady Moran agreed. The basic Necromancy knowledge inheritance requires one hundred Magic Stones. If you're willing, you can visit her at No. 6 in D District this afternoon, she happens to be free."

D District was not far, and Herag arrived after walking for more than ten minutes.

He followed the signs for a bit before seeing Lady Moran's No. 6 house.

This house was quite different from Larry's, with only three floors and a small yard outside where several carnivorous plants with bloodthirsty mouths grew.

The plants sensed Herag's approach and all raised their heads to look at him, mouths open with saliva dripping from their edges.

Herag stood at the gate, unsure whether to enter.

He wasn't afraid of the plants, but worried they might damage themselves biting his Shield.

"Come in, these little darlings are just curious about you. They won't bite," came a very pleasant voice from inside the house.

Herag, watching the predatory plants, cautiously entered, keeping an eye on their movements.

If they attacked, he could dodge in the first instance given his speed.

The surrounding plants fixed their eyes on Herag, watching him walk to the door.

Herag knocked on the door, "Lady Moran, I'm Herag, Larry's student."

"Come in."

The door opened automatically, and a cold breeze blew from inside, giving Herag a slight chill.

He entered the room, finding it dimly lit, with just a few oil lamps illuminating the corners.

The room had a strong smell of preservatives mixed with kerosene, which was quite pungent.

Herag didn't understand why there were kerosene lamps, as Fluorescent Stones were typically used for lighting due to their brightness; kerosene lamps were too dim.

In front of him was a square table with a book and a bottle of green unknown liquid atop it, bubbling greenly.

Behind the table was a small figure in black robes, whose appearance was indistinguishable.

Herag didn't dare to easily probe, needing to be cautious in the presence of an Official Wizard.

"You want to learn the basic knowledge of Necromancy?" came the melodious voice from under the black robe.

Herag nodded, "Yes, here's the tuition."

He took out a small pouch containing one hundred Magic Stones.

Feeling a force pulling, Herag released the pouch, which floated to the table.

Moran's hand hidden beneath the black robe waved, and a glass bottle floated to Herag.

Herag caught the bottle and found the liquid inside was similar to beer.

"This contains the basic knowledge of Necromancy, drink it here," Moran emphasized the last words.

Herag nodded to show he understood; it was to prevent him from selling it the moment he left.

He uncorked the bottle and sniffed, finding it smelled like beer, though the fermentation odor was slightly stronger.

Herag tipped back his head and drained it in one go.

The liquid melted in his mouth, disappearing without entering his stomach.

Soon, Herag felt a swelling in his head, as various information poured into his mind.

"This is a knowledge transfer."

Herag quickly realized and controlled his Spiritual Power, accepting the influx of information.

After half an hour, Herag found his mind filled with many necromantic concepts.

Subjects on malevolent thoughts, Evil Spirits, and some foundational knowledge and theories about souls.

"You have now mastered the basic knowledge of Necromancy and can learn some basic Necromancy spells. Hehe," Moran's voice was as melodious as a nightingale, with an endearing laugh that uplifted the spirit.

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