Chapter 1129 Yellow Springs Wine and the Sea Queen's Throne
Chapter 1129
Inside the Director's office, Locke followed the Director's instructions and arrived via a floating staircase. He found himself in an enormous library, a veritable maze, filled with various treasured spellbooks, along with magical artifacts and magic stones carelessly tossed about beside the shelves.
Locke noticed that every spellbook on the shelves was spotless, meticulously maintained, while the pile of precious treasures on the floor was covered in dust.
Examining the treasures, Locke was astonished to find a set of power gems.
These things, coveted by everyone in the outside world, were now casually discarded like insignificant pebbles.
Locke walked to the center of this vast and complex library and found the old man, whose entire body was made of stone, surrounded by three azure golems. The old man looked at Locke and said, "You've come, Mr. Locke."
Locke bowed, only to find that as he stood up, the old man's seat had vanished.
The Director's voice came from behind Locke. "You should already know my identity. Your bowing is far too impolite. In the wizarding world, I am the Director, a high-ranking and powerful figure; I am a fourth-circle wizard, highly respected. But within the Nature Guardians, you and I are both among the Guardians."
"Lock Augustine, there is no third wizard here, therefore we are of the same generation."
Locke nodded. "Director, you are indeed a Nature Guardian as well."
A smile appeared on the Director's face. "Young friend Locke, may I ask you, are you a ferocious beast?"
Locke replied, "Yes, Director."
A look of understanding appeared on the Director's face. "Indeed, I am also a ferocious beast. Seeing a nature guardian of the same type as my young junior fills me with awe. I also recognized you during the competition. Nature guardians haven't been very active for a long time; we're fragmented and scattered. I've encountered a few nature guardians in my life, but they weren't wizards, and none of them were willing to establish a long-term relationship with me." "
This is the first time I've seen a wizard nature guardian,"
Locke said. "Director, I didn't expect you to be a ferocious beast type nature guardian as well. I've always been filled with curiosity and questions about this group. Director, as deities of the World Tree lineage, why do nature guardians seem so weak right now?"
"Director, do you know the Lord of the Forbidden Forest?"
The director coughed. "Neither humble nor arrogant, worthy of being a Guardian of Nature, and worthy of being a student of the Sea Queen. Forbidden Forest? Is it the forest in the Southeast Corner Region, the Wizarding Lands? I haven't been there. There are fifty-three Wizarding Lands in the Eastern Region alone, not to mention the eight Great Regions. Most wizards only have a superficial understanding of the wizarding world."
"You mean the Lord of the Forbidden Forest is a Guardian of Nature? That's very valuable information."
The director looked thoughtful. "As you can see, I have difficulty walking. All Nature Guardians are targeted by the Builders, those Titan Kings."
"And among them, the ferocious beasts are targeted the most. When I was young, the Builders' God-King discovered my identity and attacked me. By the time I became a Throne Wizard, my body had developed serious problems, and when I became a Fourth Ring Wizard, my body was completely petrified." "
Over the years, I've tried to solve the problem using the resources of this research institute, but it hasn't been very effective. My current physical condition is the result of treatment."
Locke looked surprised, not expecting the Builders to target Nature Guardians so much.
Locke stepped forward, "Director, as a potion master, may I examine your physical condition?"
The director couldn't help but chuckle. "Of course. Young man, you are full of confidence, which is quite similar to my own when I was young."
Locke opened his Innate Magic Eye, observing the director's spirit.
"Hmm? A stone's spirit. Director, how can your spirit be exactly like a stone? This is simply—"
Locke's expression changed slightly. Based on his observations, the director's body was indistinguishable from a real stone.
In terms of spirit, it shouldn't be a person, but a stone.
How was this possible?
The director suddenly stood up from his seat. Locke saw copper needles appear in the air, inserting into acupoints throughout his stone body. Then, using the puppet magic of this spellcasting school, the director manipulated his own body as a puppet.
The director said, "You've seen it too. Even your teacher, the Sea Queen, couldn't completely solve my problem."
"So don't be discouraged. The enemy is no weakling; their methods are extremely insidious and difficult to deal with. After all, they are veteran players in this endless void. However, even with my body in this state, as a wizard, I can still move around, so I can accept this situation for now." "
Locke, you must be careful about your identity. You are a Nature Guardian, and you have forged a pseudo-forge of universal truth level. You—are actually more dangerous than me. I don't know if the Builder Gods have noticed you, but as a senior, I must warn you to be careful of anyone around you. They could all be spies of the Gods. Back then, there was a goddess who pretended to be interested in me—"
The director said, "You asked me why the Nature Guardians' power has declined so much. Heh, it's not just declining, it's practically being wiped out. I've also asked the archaeological wizards to investigate this issue. But I'm focused on studying the problems of summoning and bloodline studies, so I don't care much about this. Although it has some impact on my body, heh, it's not a big deal, so I've gone to focus on researching other things."
"When I came to my senses, my problem had become even more serious. So we can't ignore our illnesses and avoid seeking medical help."
The director poured Locke a glass of wizard's wine and handed it to him. "This is fruit wine, it won't make you drunk."
"It's called Perilla Cheese." "
Locke, be careful of divine spies. I called you here because I sensed you were a Guardian of Nature, and wanted to offer some advice as someone with experience. Now that I've met you, I'm satisfied. Young Locke, back then I wanted to find your teacher, Sea Queen, to solve my problems." "
She was a renowned potion-making genius, but unfortunately, some tragic events occurred, leading her to become dissolute and give up on herself. She was punishing herself. But that indirectly punished me. Because I originally wanted to wait for her to become a fourth-circle potion master to solve my problems. I thought that with her talent, if she could become a fourth-circle potion master, she might be able to solve this problem that no other fourth-circle potion master could solve. Unfortunately—" "
Alas, fate never grants wishes." "
You must have talent in the field of potion-making to be able to become her disciple, but I'm not a potion master, so I don't know much about it."
"Young friend, how many sets of sealed essences did you assemble among the fourth-ring magical artifacts?"
Locke replied, "Three sets. Because this is the idea of my teacher, Sea Queen, so I am very familiar with it."
The director coughed. "So many? Then when you go out, just say you only have one set. Because if you have extra sealed bloodlines, these things are very attractive to bloodline refiners, especially Moon Ring Wizards. If you have extras, people will ask to buy them from you, and if you don't want to sell, people will resent you." "
It's best not to do things that would cause unnecessary resentment. Besides, the special substances used to seal bloodlines are difficult to obtain in large quantities and continuously, so when you go out, just say you have one set. One set is still a normal gift from me. Moreover, my identity is sensitive. If others know that I gave you three sets, they will suspect that I did it on purpose and will question your identity."
Locke thanked the director, "Director, thank you for taking care of me."
Even though they were both Nature Guardians, the other party had no reason to give him so many things, so Locke was still grateful. However, at this moment, he also guessed that it wasn't just because they were both Nature Guardians, but also because it might be related to his teacher, Sea Queen.
Locke even suspected that the other party wanted to train him to become a fourth-ring potion master.
However, he quickly dismissed this idea.
The main problem was that he was still too young, and this idea was too far-fetched. He feared that the other party's ultimate goal was still to target his teacher.
Locke noticed a magic book on the bookshelf behind the director, labeled "Yellow Spring Wine."
The director followed Locke's gaze to the books behind him, picked up the "Yellow Spring Wine" book, carefully unlocked the chains on the magic book, and handed it to Locke.
"Did your teacher mention Yellow Spring Wine to you?"
Locke shook his head. "Director, I heard my teacher, Sea Queen, mention it briefly in class. She highly praised it."
"I didn't expect you to have the recipe for Yellow Spring Wine here."
Locke opened the Yellow Spring Wine magic book, but was stunned the next moment. About a third of the pages were torn off. The magic paper used in this book was the work of a high-ringed alchemist, extremely precious and difficult to damage, and the book had been well-preserved to this day.
"Director—"
The director smiled as he looked at the damaged magic book.
"I destroyed it. When your teacher, the Sea Queen, saw it, she wanted nothing more than to kill me. But I still risked offending her to destroy the recipe for the Netherworld Wine. The Nine-Bend Netherworld Wine draws in the world's turbid air, intoxicating the user—it's meant for escapism. Once consumed, your teacher would essentially cripple herself."
"She could never become a Fourth-Ring Wizard again."
"Back then, even if it wasn't to heal myself, I wouldn't have dared to let such a harmful thing spread throughout the world, so I destroyed the book. Your teacher was furious, pointing her finger at me and cursing, 'How is my behavior any different from those wizarding masters who burned books
and buried wizards alive?'" The director said gently, "Upon reflection, I realize that my actions back then were indeed somewhat biased, not much different from those wizarding masters of the Law Era. I should have sent the book directly to the deepest abyss, or the deepest hell. That way, the knowledge wouldn't have been destroyed, but your teacher and everyone who wanted it wouldn't have been able to access it. It's just a pity that although the recipe was destroyed, a batch of Netherworld Wine was still produced back then."
"Now I worry every day that your teacher has finally found the batch of Underworld Wine made by the Dionysus Wizard back then."
"Back then, the Dionysus Wizard drank three hundred jars of the finest wines in the wizarding world in the Rain Marsh, and it was this last one, Underworld Wine, that took his life. Underworld Wine, sent to the underworld, was what the Dionysus Wizard used to bury himself. It's a good wine, but it's easy to go astray and harm others."
Locke hadn't expected such a past.
The director asked Locke, "Young friend Locke, let me ask you, do you think I should have destroyed a third of the key content of this book back then?"
Locke quickly finished reading the remaining part of the Underworld Melody spellbook, then respectfully presented the spellbook with both hands.
"Director, this is out of kindness for my teacher. Even I, perhaps, might have done something similar back then
. "
The director's face softened with a smile, and he exhaled a breath of stale air. "I love books more than anything, and doing this put me under immense psychological pressure that most people can't comprehend. Hearing these words from you, a student of the Sea Queen, is quite comforting."
"Locke," the director continued, "Yellow Spring Wine, though ranked as the finest wizard's wine, is still just wine.
Wine is ultimately just wine, something to escape from. Your teacher shouldn't be the one running away from problems. I believe the Yellow Spring Wine truly exists that can solve her problems, which is why I supported her in seeking it. But that Yellow Spring Wine 'is not wine, but—people.'"
The director looked at Locke, "...you students."
"You students are the ones who can truly untie her knot in her heart, the 'Underworld Wine' she's been dreaming of." Director
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said to Locke, "Knowing she's taken you on as a student makes me happy for her. Perhaps you are the 'Underworld Wine' that can untie her knot and help her move forward." Locke replied, "Young friend, I'm not saying this for myself; I genuinely admire your teacher. Your teacher was the closest a three-ring wizard to a four-ring wizard back then, and I still believe so today." "
She was never an ordinary three-ring wizard. The moment she became a three-ring wizard, she was awarded the title of Throne Wizard.
She is exceptionally talented and shouldn't remain stagnant because of what happened back then. I hope you can become her true 'Underworld Wine.'"
Locke nodded. After all, compared to this four-ring wizard, he was still a very inexperienced junior. The title of "genius" was far from translating into real value for him; it only represented potential. The Sea Queen Throne, however, was a completely different niche for this four-ring wizard.
This fourth-circle wizard clearly values the Sea Queen more.
Locke inquired, "Director, may I ask what exactly happened back then?"
The director shook his head. "I'm just a third party in this matter; it's not my place to answer. If your teacher wants to tell you one day, they will."
"Locke, you must be extremely careful of the Builder Gods. For some reason, they harbor a murderous intent towards beast-type Nature Guardians."
"Besides, that super magical bloodline potion you have is useless to you. That potion is too high-level; it won't improve your potion-making skills or the two bloodlines within you. I have something more suitable for you."
The director took out a bottle of blue potion. "I understand your teacher wants to broaden your horizons. However, even with that super magical bloodline potion, it's useless. We have extremely complex encryption technology, and even without encryption, you wouldn't know where to begin." "
This potion contains [Tyrannosaurus Rex True Blood].
It
's a high-grade true blood developed by our Rain Swamp Bloodline Masters. By placing this true blood into your Abyssal Dragon bloodline, you can enhance it. However, I need to carefully observe your Abyssal Dragon bloodline before I can perform this modification. Therefore, I would like to invite you to join my dragon bloodline modification project as a volunteer recipient."
The director's self-glow shimmered. "In this way, the two of us nature guardians can use this excuse to contact each other frequently without arousing suspicion. But you need to pay me 500 million magic stones."
"You can take out a loan or pay in installments."
"I can guarantee to upgrade your Abyssal Dragon bloodline to the Moon Ring level, and perfectly. What do you think of this deal?"
Locke coughed. He hadn't thought anything of the first part, assuming the wizard wanted a reason to meet him regularly and, incidentally, invest in Neptune's Throne through his investment. But then it dawned on him: the director was still the director.
If he signed this loan and installment agreement, could he even leave?
The director's proposal seemed wonderful, but in reality, it had a huge impact on him.
This wizard might be trying to find a way to keep him in the research institute, but logically, this super research institute shouldn't be short of talent.
Since the other party was a fourth-ring wizard he didn't know, he'd better be careful, lest he fall into a trap in this unfamiliar place.
Locke immediately refused, saying, "Director, I don't have five hundred million magic stones, and I don't like loans. If it's free—"
The director put away the blue potion in his hand, glanced at Locke, and said, "Then come find me again when you have the money. As a wizard with whom you have a long history, I can wait a few more days."
The director seemed a little angry. "Young friend Locke, you can leave now. The institute has many internal rules and regulations, and it's not convenient to keep outsiders for too long. Please take the eight sets of power gems I have here back and give them to your teacher, Sea Queen. It's not right for her to put the super magic bloodline potion in your hands. We hope she can deliver the potion to the Death God Elective Society as soon as possible, and consider those power gems as her reward. Please also convey my message."
Locke immediately bowed to the director, "Director, thank you for your gift."
Locke quickly walked over, left the entire set of power gems in his hand, and then prepared to leave.
The director, witnessing this scene, was quite speechless. He snapped his fingers, and the next moment, Locke found himself out of the wilderness and in a wizarding town.
This was an unfamiliar wizarding town; the wizards there weren't very powerful, mostly just apprentices. Locke's magical pressure swept across the town, revealing only one liquefaction wizard in charge, who didn't detect his arrival.
It seemed this might be a regional wizarding gathering within the Rain Swamp.
Only top-tier wizarding academies could directly control a wizarding gathering, serving as a regional economic center. Ordinary academies typically shared a gathering with nearby academies and scattered wizards. Locke's observation that this gathering included many mortals
further indicated its low level.
Therefore, mortals could easily infiltrate through certain channels.
"No wonder he's a fourth-circle wizard," Locke mused. "I wonder where he teleported me to with a single spell. Come to think of it, I don't even know the exact location of that research institute. Throughout the journey, I wasn't even aware of where I was. This might be a characteristic of the institute itself."
Locke had heard that the School of Prophecy would seal off important locations, rendering people deaf and blind. More powerful prophetic spells could even induce a state where one's thoughts were easily misinterpreted and one's memories easily forgotten. Clearly, the Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute possessed strong magical protection.
"I must determine my location as soon as possible."
Locke wandered casually through the wizarding town. He saw groups of wizarding apprentices, new to the magical world, cautiously observing the wizarding stalls in the streets and alleys, searching for useful resources. Often, due to their limited funds, they lingered in front of the stalls, hesitant to purchase any magical item.
Seeing these young apprentices reminded Locke of his own past.
He had probably been just like them back then, wandering around the wizarding stalls, searching for the most cost-effective magical item.
Locke walked up to a stall selling magic maps and pointed to one, asking, "How much are these maps?"
A first-ring wizard sat at the wizard's stall. He opened his eyes, glanced at Locke, and noticed that the stall didn't seem to be a temporary structure. Behind it was a shelter from the wind and rain, and inside the shelter appeared to be some basic magic arrays. It looked rather rudimentary, but it was actually fully functional and would be very comfortable to use.
The first-ring wizard glanced at Locke, assuming he was a second-tier wizard apprentice without magical pressure since he couldn't sense any. He said impatiently, "A map of the Serpent Swamp is 1000 magic stones, and maps of the eleven nearby mortal kingdoms are 100 magic stones each."
Locke replied, "100 magic stones for a map of an ordinary mortal empire? That's too much of an expense even for a first-tier wizard apprentice. A first-tier wizard apprentice's monthly income should only be around 1000 magic stones. Selling them like this is very inefficient for a first-tier wizard apprentice."
The first-ring wizard's expression grew increasingly impatient. "Don't cause trouble here. You—"
Locke glanced at him, slightly releasing his magical pressure. "Hmm?"
In that instant, the first-ring wizard felt the vulnerability of his apprenticeship days. No, for a moment, he even thought he had become mortal again. In that instant, he mistook Locke for a second-ring wizard, so he immediately stood up and bowed to Locke. "My lord, please forgive me. Because I didn't sense your magical pressure at first, I thought you were a second-rank wizard apprentice who hadn't yet developed magical pressure."
"I was blind."
Locke nodded slightly.
The first-ring wizard immediately explained, "This is the Snake Swamp Market. Because many red-tongued snakes, each a treasure trove, live nearby, many unaffiliated wizards live here. They make a living by catching snakes and selling them to several nearby wizarding academies, such as the famous Firebeam Dragon Garden and Firehorn Dragon Garden." "
That's why our magic maps are a bit more expensive. I initially thought you wanted to buy maps for those apprentice wizards searching for treasure nearby."
The apprentice wizards in the market were utterly shocked by this scene. The formal wizard in the market was so humble and respectful towards Locke. They all looked at Locke with awe, those closest to him quickly bowing, while the others lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
To the wizarding apprentices in this market, a fully-fledged wizard was like a distant, mysterious figure. What kind of person could command such trepidation? It was truly unimaginable.
Locke pondered: "Red-tongued snakes? Their skin and scales are indeed treasures for learning fire magic. No wonder there are two wizarding academies nearby specializing in the Evocation school of fire magic. This must be a market primarily reliant on snake hunting. The wizarding academies here probably also depend mainly on Red-tongued snake resources.
Why did the director bring me here?
" Locke nodded to him. "I need to buy a map of the Rainswamp region."
The first-ring wizard hurriedly said, "Sir, I don't have a map of the entire Rainswamp, but I do have a map of the area near the Snake Swamp. The Rainswamp is divided into one hundred districts, and this is the Snake Swamp district. Do you need a map of the Snake Swamp district? The Snake Swamp district is a barren area with no landing spots for wizard airships. However, if you go north and enter the [Triangle District], which is where the Triceratops Garden is located, there are landing spots for wizard airships there."
"You don't need to buy a map."
Locke glanced at him and tossed him one hundred magic stones as payment for the information. "You're very clever."
Locke was about to leave when the first-ring wizard suddenly thought of something. He boldly said to Locke, "Sir, please wait. Sir, I have a student here with excellent aptitude. Would you like to take a look? If possible, I'd like him to follow you. If this student stays with me, he'll be a burden."
Locke glanced at him. "What level of aptitude?"
The first-ring wizard pondered for a moment and said, "He's a Wood Element Child, level 7 aptitude, a boy. He's my old friend's child. I think his aptitude is excellent, and he's very intelligent. He's only 10 years old this year. He could enter a better wizarding academy instead of having to follow a first-ring wizard like me who doesn't have a teaching position."
Locke began to show interest.
Actually, he hadn't cared too much at first. Without level 7 aptitude, it would be very difficult to enter the Golden Crown Mountain's academy.
Moreover, level 7 aptitude was only the minimum requirement for a wizard apprentice to enter Golden Crown Mountain. There were other requirements such as age, personality, and mastery of basic knowledge. And given his current status, ordinary level 7 Element Children were just a waste of his time.
Even if he wanted to take him under his wing, he would be subject to Golden Crown Mountain's quota. Golden Crown Mountain also had corresponding aptitude review requirements. It would be difficult for a wizard prospect who wasn't exceptionally intelligent, far surpassing ordinary Element Children, to become his apprentice.
The first-ring wizard stall owner excitedly sent an apprentice to fetch the child. About five minutes later, the apprentice returned with a pale, emaciated boy, his lips devoid of color. Upon seeing Locke, the boy immediately bowed. The
first-ring wizard, Chuck, told the child, "Quickly kneel before this second-ring wizard."
The other wizard apprentices who had been watching the spectacle paled upon hearing Chuck say Locke was a second-ring wizard, as if some mythical figure had appeared before them. The Snake Swamp District was a small place, and second-ring wizards were rarely seen there.
It was a relatively undeveloped area, hence the many unaffiliated wizards.
It could be considered a suburb of the Rain Swamp Wizarding Lands.
If it weren't for the special magical creatures present, few people would likely come here.
A wizarding land is vast, like a great world; some wizarding lands are even dozens of times larger than ordinary great worlds, hence the uneven development.
Locke glanced at the child and frowned. "His elemental affinity is high, but his body—"
Wizard Chuck quickly said, "The child has been somewhat frail and sickly since childhood. I gave him quite a few potions when he was young, so his body is definitely fine; he's not sick at all. The child's name is [Nika]." Locke said
, "You gave him quite a few tonics, bone-strengthening powder, and Borayi ointment."
The first-ring wizard looked at Locke in surprise; he hadn't expected Locke to be able to pinpoint the potions he had given Nika.
He immediately realized that Locke might be a potion master.
Locke shook his head and said, "You've got one thing wrong. This child wasn't sickly from childhood. He's cursed."
Wizard Chuck paused, then quickly looked at Nika, before turning to Locke and saying, "Sir, is Nika cursed? I didn't sense it."
Locke replied to Chuck, "Your level is too low. It's normal that you can't detect the curse. It's probably a Star Ring level being that cursed your student. Most of the food your child eats won't become nutrition. If you hadn't been giving him magical potions at all costs to keep him alive, he would have died long ago." "
I have a guess," Locke continued, "that the food he eats is essentially wasted. If he ingested a slightly toxic substance, it might have the opposite effect. I suspect this curse makes most of what he eats have the opposite effect. This constitution is very special and deserves careful study."
"I think he probably often says he's hungry. He hasn't told you? That means this kid is mature enough that he's afraid you'll dislike him if he tells you, so he hasn't told you all about his physical experiences."
Locke looked at Nika, the little brat, and asked, "Kid, how long has it been since you've had a full meal?"
Nika, who looked like a child who grew up in the streets, showed a look of horror on his face. He never expected that the secret he had been hiding would be revealed by this stranger.
Since his father's death, he had suffered from hunger, his magical artifacts had been stolen, and he had been a homeless person on the streets for four years. After that, he dared not fully trust anyone. As a first-ring wizard, Chuck had many things he wouldn't have thought that a child would hide them from him.
He only thought that the child was physically weak, but he never expected that he had reached this level.
Chuck the wizard pondered, "But if that's the case, this child should have died long ago. I'm not rich enough to feed him potions every day."
Locke said, "It's likely that this child drank a first-ring potion in his early years. The effects have been present, but they've gradually weakened over time. It seems your friend has many secrets."
Chuck the wizard looked dumbfounded. He hadn't expected that his adopted friend's child would have so many strange things about him.
He even felt a little guilty. If that was the case, this child wouldn't even be able to get into a normal junior wizarding academy.
Wouldn't such a child be worthless in the eyes of those academies?
The curse of the Star Ring?
Who would be willing to help such a child?
How high a ring of wizarding would it take to solve this problem?
At this moment, the perceptive Nika seemed to sense Chuck the wizard's worries. He was very sensitive about his own worth because of his past wandering life, during which he had suffered countless scornful looks. Therefore, he was most afraid of being seen as worthless by others. He had always tried to find work with Chuck the wizard to prove his worth.
At this moment, he seemed to sense the eerie atmosphere in the air. The anxious look in Chuck's eyes, the pity and sympathy from those around him—it was as if he were a man nearing his end, as if he were utterly worthless.
Nika twisted his ankles, kneading his hands behind his back, his palms sweating profusely.
He was worthless—
he was unwanted—
he was so hungry, so weak—
Nika recalled countless times in the past when he had been rejected by others, all under these gazes.
Chuck swallowed hard, about to say something, when Locke said to him, "Alright, I'll take this child. From today onwards, he's my student."
"Come with me."
Nika, who had been keeping his head down and forcing himself to stay, looked up at Locke in surprise, his eyes filled with confusion, his youthful face showing a strange expression. He mustered his courage and asked, "But—I'm not getting enough to eat, aren't I useless—
why do you still want me—"
Locke looked at him strangely and said, "Why do you think you're useless? Why do you think that if you think you're useless, I won't want you?"
"Your aptitude is not bad. Come with me."
Locke turned to leave, having already asked for directions, but Chuck quickly nudged Nika and whispered to him, "Nika, hurry and follow that man. Only he can solve your problem. You must seize this opportunity. I missed such an opportunity when I was young, which is why my achievements in this life are limited. Now you must seize this opportunity."
"You'll regret missing this opportunity for the rest of your life."
Nika nodded and followed Locke. Locke had still taken him after learning about his situation, which gave him an unprecedented sense of security.
The wizard Chuck, however, seemed to realize something and quickly followed, asking Locke, "Sir, if I may be so bold as to ask, who are you? Where should I look for you in the future? If I still want to see this child, I'm sorry, I—"
"I don't even know what level of wizard you are. Please forgive my intrusion."
Luo Lian glanced at him and said, "I am a Moon Ring Wizard."
"You can go to Mount Golden Crown to find this child."
"My name is Luo Wan Augustine."
The wizard was immediately stunned.
A Moon Ring Wizard?
He had always thought Luo Lian was a second-ring wizard, but he never expected that he wasn't a second-ring wizard, or even a Star Ring wizard, but a Moon Ring wizard.
There was a full seven major levels between a regular first ring and a Moon Ring!
This was a difference of heaven and earth!
Upon hearing that Luo Bian was a Moon Ring Wizard, the Lucky Wizard was stunned, frozen in place. All the surrounding wizard apprentices were also terrified, afraid to speak or even breathe loudly.
But the Lucky Wizard quickly became excited.
Wouldn't this mean Nika had become a disciple of the Moon Ring Wizard?
A meteoric rise to power!
The surrounding wizard apprentices' gazes towards Nika changed; their initial pity turned to envy and jealousy, and a few even harbored hatred.
Why?
That kind of person could become a Moon Ring Wizard's student?
Why couldn't they?
Nika followed Luo Bian for a few steps, then suddenly knelt before the Lucky Wizard, kowtowing once. He then shakily stood up and followed Luo Bian.
Luo Bian glanced at Nika but didn't interfere.
He also understood why the director had teleported him here—because he sensed Trajan's magical pressure.
Luo Bian led Nika to the other side of the wizard town, heading towards Trajan's location.
Trajan saw Luo Bian on the street, a joyful smile on his face, but upon seeing the child beside Luo Bian, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Junior brother, what's this?"
"It seems like he's under a curse."