Wizard of All Souls

York clutched the life potion tightly.

Will was relieved to see York so determined.

"Sure enough, I saw the right person. With my help, you will definitely be able to reach the peak."

"I will not disappoint the principal's expectations!"

"Very well, then let me tell you how to use the life potion. The method is very simple, just be mentally prepared."

York swallowed heavily, watching Will nervously.

The next words are related to his life!

"Just insert the needle into the heart and inject the golden life potion in the syringe into the heart." Will crossed his fingers and leaned on the chair.

The method is so simple.

However, once it is implemented, the courage required is not ordinary.

Sure enough, York immediately showed hesitation.

"If I do it, the success rate..."

York stopped talking halfway.

York gritted his teeth, his eyes rolling back and forth in their sockets.

for a long time.

York figured it out and let out a long breath.

"I trust the principal."

finished.

The needle plunged into the heart suddenly.

Using force with his fingers, the golden life potion was slowly injected into his body.

York's whole body was flushed, sweating all over his body, and his face was distorted from too much pain.

But he didn't give up.

After injecting the life potion, pull out the syringe and throw it on the ground.

"Uh-oh-"

York clenched his fists tightly, the veins all over his body were bulging, and he looked up to the sky and roared.

The next moment, York fell to the ground.

He hugged his body and twitched constantly.

He kept breathing cold air from his mouth.

Time and time again, he wanted to open his mouth to yell, but he couldn't make any sound.

He stared at York, who was curled up in pain on the ground.

Will still crossed his fingers and sat leaning on the chair, "Don't worry, you'll be fine with me here."

Gentle vitality radiated from Will and enveloped York.

The vitality enters from every pore of York, nourishing York's body, and guiding the violent vitality in York.

"La la... a la la la... la la..."

Will hums a song that calms his mind.

The pain after using the life potion is both a baptism and a test.

But excessive pain might distort a person's character.

This is not what Will wants.

"I don't want the seedlings that have been cultivated with great difficulty to go bad."

Guanghui Academy has been established for more than ten years.

For more than ten years, very few people have been able to graduate.

Most of them have studied for six years, and their educational level is still in the second or third grade of elementary school.

"The village doctor in the sixth grade?"

"I fart!"

"If it weren't for the lack of people, would I use people of this level?"

"In my plan, if you want to become a qualified village doctor, you must have at least a high school education level."

"The problem is, Harvey, whom I personally cultivated and gave high hopes to, got terrible grades in the senior high school entrance examination."

"well."

Will looked at York, who was struggling on the ground.

"It's been more than ten years before you, a barely usable talent, appeared."

"Be a good example."

"Provide future students with a goal to strive for."

Knowledge changes destiny, Will has always believed in this sentence.

But in this world, what is needed is not only knowledge, but more importantly, power.

Are nobles born noble?

How to achieve equality for all? Even just a step further?

What Will thinks of is - "to provide a platform for the people at the bottom to gain knowledge and power".

At this stage, the nobles are still the progressive class in this world.

The nobles are still the power that Will must rely on.

Civilians who don't even know how to read or practice breathing can only stay in the farmland for the rest of their lives.

After having a platform, it will be different.

After the civilians gained knowledge and power.

"I am so much better than those nobles, why should I be oppressed by them?"

"Are the nobles amazing? Can you flog us at will? Treat us as slaves?"

"I can beat him, why should I listen to him?"

"I want to have a knighthood."

"The title of knight? The title of baron? Earl of viscount? Maybe the duke can also sit for a while?"

Until the last shout——"Does the prince and general Xiangning have something to say?"

Of course, this one can be lengthy.

The early days were fine.

People with chivalry talent are one in ten nobles.

Among the common people, it is one in a hundred.

The question is how many civilians are there? How many nobles are there? The number of civilians is more than a hundred times that of nobles?

But no matter how hard the breathing method is practiced, the title of viscount will come to an end.

The subsequent titles can only be obtained after stepping into the world of wizards.

"The road has to be walked slowly."

"When the breath method is popularized by the whole people, and every graduate of the Guanghui Academy has the strength of a knight."

"When a commoner becomes a viscount by his own strength."

"It's not too late to think about what's next."

"There's only so much I can do right now."

"Sure enough, it's still power."

"If I have the strength to suppress everything now, it will be much easier to implement many things."

While Will was contemplating, York on the side had reached the most critical moment.

"Boom boom boom..."

York's heart was beating violently, as if it would explode at any moment.

Even Will, who was more than a meter away, could hear clearly—even if he was a thousand meters away, Will could still hear clearly.

"Gurrrrrrrrrrr..."

Blood is flowing rapidly in the body.

Blood vessels all over his body exploded, and the surface of the skin looked like fat earthworms were wriggling.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

York roared in a low voice, hammering the ground with both fists.

Even though his fists were already stained with blood, York didn't notice.

"Ka... Kaka... Kaka..."

The floor cracked.

"boom!"

York's fists flashed white, and the floor suddenly shattered.

"Whirring whirring--"

York lay on the ground panting heavily.

The body seemed to have opened the floodgates, sweating profusely.

Within a few breaths, a puddle of sweat had already flowed from under his body.

Despite such pain, York smiled happily - because he successfully advanced to the rank of quasi-knight!

York stood up with difficulty, his body staggering.

"Master Principal, I succeeded." A smile emerged from the corner of York's mouth.

"Uh, congratulations." Will clapped his hands in congratulations.

"Thank you, Mr. Principal. If Mr. Principal hadn't given me the precious life potion, I don't know how many years it would have taken me to become a quasi-knight."

York knelt down and kowtowed to Will with a plop.

For this bad habit of kneeling at every turn, Will has tried to stop him many times, but unfortunately it has no effect at all.

Over time, Will also gave up.

"You're tired too, go back and rest first, and we'll talk about the next thing in detail tomorrow."

"Then I will leave first."

New breathing method?

The road after becoming a quasi-knight?

What kind of work will Principal Will arrange for him?

Although York has countless doubts in his heart, he wants to get answers as soon as possible.

But he is really tired now.

Really need a good rest.