Chapter 6: Level 1 Wizard Apprentice

Chapter 6: Level-One Wizard Apprentice

“Help me, help me, help me… kill me!!!”

“Huff!”

Saul opened his eyes and sat up with a jolt.

“Milord, you're awake?” A boy quickly scrambled up from the floor and rushed to Saul’s side.

“George?” Saul recognized him—he was the boy who slept to his right.

In that shared bunk room, only George had been somewhat kind to Saul.

When Saul first transmigrated, he only had scattered memories from the original body. Many things about the wizard tower had been secretly told to him by George.

It was just that George never dared speak to Saul in front of others, afraid of getting dragged into the bullying.

Now, George was wearing a flattering smile and holding a bowl of soup.

“Milord, are you hungry? May I serve you your meal?”

Saul pushed the soup away.

“No need. I’m not hungry. What time is it? How long was I unconscious?”

“Milord, you were unconscious for about an hour. It’s now 8 a.m.… just a little past eight.” George looked back at the hourglass clock on the wall and barely managed to read the time.

Following George’s gaze, Saul realized he was in a private bedroom.

A 1.5-meter wide wooden bed, two long desks, two high-back chairs, and a bookshelf covering an entire wall—those were all the major furnishings.

There was also a blue hourglass clock hanging on the wall.

The hourglass had time markings, and the sand was just beneath the eight o’clock mark.

“This is… a wizard apprentice’s room? I passed the test?” A warm current rose from the depths of Saul’s heart and spread through his whole body.

Excitement, joy, and the feeling of surviving a great ordeal made him break into a foolish grin.

“Hehehe…” Seeing Saul smile, George quickly joined in.
“Congratulations, milord!”

Realizing his loss of composure, Saul quickly reined in his expression and coughed twice.

“George, why are you here?”

George immediately knelt on the floor, looking up.

“Milord, the steward sent me to take care of you.”

It turned out that after Saul fainted, the steward had sent him to an empty room on the sixth floor and let George—who had volunteered—care for him until he woke up.

Hearing this, Saul fell into thought.

“Since I’ve been placed in a wizard apprentice’s room, I’ve likely been acknowledged as one. But most likely, my magical aptitude is still low. If I can’t find a way to improve it, I may remain a Level-One Wizard Apprentice for life.”

He had dodged the magical test by fainting, so he still didn’t know his actual aptitude.

He’d have to find time to secretly test it later.

The mix of becoming an apprentice and the looming challenges ahead left Saul deeply conflicted.

After a while, he exhaled and finally noticed George still kneeling on the floor, looking at him with eager eyes.

“Uh, George, you can get up now.”

“Milord!” George perked up, “Please, let me become your exclusive servant!”

“Exclusive servant?” Saul had no memory of that.

George cautiously glanced at Saul’s left hand, then quickly looked away.

“Yes, milord. I’ve seen other wizard apprentices appoint personal servants to handle their daily needs. If you accept me, I’ll serve you well.”

Seeing Saul hesitate, George crawled to the bedside and lowered his voice.

“Milord, I can be your informant. I can keep an eye on Brown for you.”

Brown? The boy who’d bullied him the most?

“Milord, I noticed that after you woke up from your injury, Brown was summoned by someone twice. After that, he became even more arrogant. He also deliberately got everyone to gang up on you and forced the early morning hallway cleaning task—which used to rotate—onto you alone.”

Saul’s pupils shrank.

So the boys weren’t just randomly bullying him—someone was behind it?

His left hand, hidden in his sleeve, slowly clenched.

Someone wants me dead!

George saw Saul’s reaction and knew his intel was useful. He quickly continued:

“Milord, I can help you find out who’s backing Brown.”

Saul didn’t hesitate for long and shook his head.

“No. Don’t take any action.” Saul paused, “Just observe Brown’s movements daily. Don’t actively investigate. As for the exclusive servant idea, I’ll ask the steward once things settle down.”

George looked a bit disappointed, but quickly straightened up and said loudly:

“Understood, milord! If you ever need anything, call me anytime. I, George, am willing to give my life for you!”

Just a twelve-year-old boy, eyes full of loyalty and passion.

Such grand words didn’t move Saul much. He waved George up, then asked:

“Do you know what to do now that I’ve become an apprentice?”

This time, George shook his head blankly.

Expected—he’d only just been summoned. Saul couldn’t rely on him for everything.

Not wanting George to draw too much attention, Saul sent him back and began pacing around the room, hoping to find useful information.

He’d fainted during the apprentice test—he might’ve missed a lot of critical details.

The room was a small private unit, nothing like Kongsha’s. Aside from basic living necessities, everything else was empty.

Saul found blank scrolls and an ink-absorbing pen under one of the long desks.

This meant—he was allowed to study.

He hugged the two items to his chest and grinned again.

The unpredictable life of a servant was finally over.

He no longer had to wake every day wondering how he’d die.

A bright future seemed within reach.

He knew his talent probably wasn’t great. Becoming even a Level-One apprentice alive was already fortunate.

“Even if I never advance, that’s fine. I’m willing to stay stuck at this level until I die.”

“Knock knock!”

Someone knocked on the door.

Saul adjusted his expression and hurried to open it.

Standing outside was someone he recognized—one of the two people who’d taken the test before him.

A freckled girl with braided hair, wearing a simple blue dress and carrying a single-strap canvas bag on her back.

“I saw your servant leave. Figured you must be awake, so I came to say hi.”
The freckled girl spoke with a flat expression, her head bobbing slightly with each word.
“I’m Keli. I live next door, Room 603.”

It was supposed to be a friendly gesture—but Keli’s tone was a little too cold.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Saul.”

Keli glanced at the scroll and pen in Saul’s arms and gave a slight nod of approval.

“I came to you for two reasons. First, you have strong spiritual aptitude, and I have strong magical aptitude. Outstanding people should be around other outstanding people.”

Saul’s mouth twitched slightly.

“Second, because out of the few who came in after us, you’re the only one who survived the test.”

Hearing that, Saul’s heart sank.

So it was true—the servants who failed the test were all dead.

In this place, a lack of talent meant your opportunity turned into disaster.

“I saw your clothes. They were the same as the servant uniforms in the tower, so I guessed you were one of the servants sent to take the test. Since you managed to become an apprentice, your willpower must be impressive.”

Keli was complimenting him, but Saul couldn’t figure out why he didn’t feel flattered.

“That’s why I came to befriend you.”

Saul really wanted to ask,
“And why should I befriend you?”

But he held back.

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