Notes on the Development of an Illiterate Wizard

Boom! The master is dead! It's time to divide the family property! Hello, my respected master owes you five gold crowns, two silver wheels, and sixteen copper coins. When can I pay them back? The only way to survive is to make potions. But I am illiterate! "Ding! The clearing agent formula has been detected and is being collected." Many years later, when people ask about the magnificent growth experience of the distinguished Nine-ring Wizard Ivan, they will probably only have this answer. "The so-called thresholds and qualifications are nothing more than tricks used by mediocre people to deceive themselves. Real geniuses will not be restricted!"