Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 1004

Chapter 996 The Undead Conquest and the Sword of Severance!

A powerful vertical torrent of water, like a giant dragon descending from the sky, attacked Locke, only to be struck by the claws formed from the Crimson Gold Peach. The entire torrent of water broke in two. At the same time, Locke’s defensive force field began to crack and break under this immense pressure.

Countless streams of icy river water rushed into his nostrils, mouth, and ears, and even a layer of frost formed on his cheekbones.

In an instant, Locke was swept to the bottom of the river by the immense impact. His body was cold and damp, as if he were trapped in a muddy swamp. In this dazed state, a witch appeared before him, waving and pointing to a cave beside her.

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The witch smiled at him, “I didn’t expect to see fellow wizards at the bottom of the river.”

“There are too many undercurrents in the river over there. There’s an underwater volcano here. Come here quickly to warm your body, otherwise you won’t last long.”

Locke found that his limbs were no longer able to move. Because of the impact just now, the magic power of the Heavenly Cold River had entered his permanent defensive force field shell, and even flowed back towards his two great magics. So he immediately activated his magic power and used the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow on his back to fly towards the other party.

The surrounding water was pushed aside by his body and the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow.

The witch saw Locke approaching, and her smile widened.

“There is no wizard who listens to advice more than you. Those wizards who don’t listen to my advice and don’t come near this riverbank volcano-like place—”

“Crack~”

A second-ringed sea gold sand, like a golden fern spear, pierced through her forehead. The witch showed an expression of disbelief.

“You—”

Blood streamed down her forehead as her permanent defensive force field shattered abruptly. Simultaneously, her immense magic collapsed, but in an instant, both her immense magic and the permanent defensive force field vanished.

Before Locke stood a skeleton of unknown gender.

This skeleton lay atop a giant river clam, its mouth half-open, emitting a heat source that continuously attracted the creatures from the bottom of the Frosty River. Once they were close, the clam would suddenly close its shell, devouring them.

At this moment, the skeleton lay on the clam, its forehead gash inflicted by Locke using sea gold sand.

Locke looked at the seashell creature.

“It’s a seashell magical creature that can cast necromancy. It seems to be manipulating this skeleton to cast some kind of necromancy illusion on me. Is it summoning some form of this witch from her past life to deceive me?”

A light flashed on Locke’s forehead from the three-eyed tiger cat. His two star-ring-level bloodlines had warned him simultaneously.

The three-eyed tiger cat warned him through its extraordinary insight.

The Abyss Dragon bloodline warned him through its superhuman intuition. Ever since he confronted the undead and received the magical inheritance of Alfonso’s Golden Sword spell model, his superhuman intuition had become extremely sensitive to the presence of the undead. Therefore, he had only been deceived for a moment before immediately realizing it

was just an undead illusion.

But it was too realistic.

Locke activated his two Star Ring Bloodlines, strengthening his physical body. He then moved slightly away from the seashell, a second-ring level shell creature. Surrounding the shell were many skeletons, seemingly remnants of wizards devoured by the shell. Besides humanoid skeletons, there were numerous fish bones.

“A wizard of the Summoning School would be delighted to see such a magical creature capable of necromancy,”

Locke mused. “But I’m not that kind of wizard. This thing, though capable of necromancy, is still a living being. The existence of such a creature at the bottom of the river is perhaps not a coincidence.”

Locke found the riverbed incredibly cold, even icy, restricting his movement. Only by forcibly activating his two Star Ring Bloodlines and using two powerful spells to enhance his physique to an incredible degree could he use the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow to move through the riverbed.

Locke walked on the smooth pebbles. When he stepped on one, an ice-blue scorpion crawled out.

Locke watched the scorpion dart away frantically, then hide under another pebble.

“If that magical creature had pricked a first-ring wizard’s foot, it might have caused them to die from elemental imbalance,”

Locke mused, glancing at the scorpion.

He continued walking along the riverbed for a while, finding nothing, but then he spotted a very small stalk of wetland corn, about the size of a palm. It wasn’t a seedling, but an adult, and its surface was ice-blue.

“Huh? What on earth are the breeders along the Tianhan River doing?”

Locke was stunned, staring at the wetland corn plant nestled among a few pebbles.

According to the information he had seen at the Tide Wizard Tower, it clearly stated that wetland corn could only grow along the Tianhan River and could not be completely submerged in water. They had conducted extensive research along the riverbank, confirming that this plant did not grow in the deep water areas and had carried out a series of related experiments, confirming that wetland corn could continue to grow even when completely submerged in deep water.

But now he had found a wetland corn plant at the bottom of the river.

“Their so-called experiments are simulating the Tianhan River environment and then letting corn seeds take root and germinate in it, or transplanting seedlings and adults into the simulated Tianhan River environment to see if they can grow. But they have forgotten about the adaptability of life.” “

A simulated environment is, after all, not the real environment of the Tianhan River.”

“It can’t be exactly the same.”

Locke looked at a miniature heat source next to the pebbles at the bottom of the Tianhan River. He saw that magma was slowly flowing in a pit, and hot water was constantly erupting from the surface of the magma.

Clearly, wetland corn would be completely unable to grow at the bottom of the Frost River, but its proximity to the underwater volcano

gave it a chance to thrive.

This is the power of life.

“The breeders along the Frost River have forgotten that the Frost River is a river that runs through the wizarding lands along its banks, with a complex internal environment. It’s impossible to completely simulate the internal environment of the Frost River with simple environmental simulations. Obviously, this is an exception.”

Locke used History Reproduction to replicate the three-dimensional appearance of this magical plant.

Because this was likely the only one, although he wasn’t entirely sure, to prevent his picking from potentially damaging this unique wetland corn growing at the bottom of the river, he only picked two corn leaves and recorded its key plant characteristics.

Picking such a rare magical plant rashly would be foolish; if it were the only one, a miracle of life, it would ruin his research goals.

However, using current advanced botanical technology, he could easily pick some leaves and analyze its plant essence.

At the same time, Locke collected some local soil in a sterile box, which would allow him to understand the magical plant’s growing environment.

“To conduct serious research, I’d need to come here multiple times. But even just once, I’m already finding it unbearable.”

Locke felt like ice crystals were forming in his bones. “Or perhaps I’d have to spend a lot of money to safely dig this magical plant out of the riverbed. Forget it, let’s use these things for research first. That should be enough. It seems there must be some special plant factor, or some kind of energy-locking structure, or something deeper inside the wetland corn that allows it to overcome the harsh environment and thrive here.”

But to be honest, based on Locke’s professional intuition, it shouldn’t be a plant factor, much less an energy-locking structure.

First of all, even the most powerful energy-locking structure is just about reducing costs and increasing efficiency.

How could it possibly allow a plant to grow in a completely desolate place?

I’m already finding it unbearable here.

And the plant essence group of the wetland corn is no secret; it has already been sequenced and thoroughly studied.

So the fact that the wetland corn can grow at the bottom of the Tianhan River makes Locke realize that this might not be a problem at the plant factor level.

“Plant factor changes are physical, but something transcends objective conditions—the hidden vitality of all things.”

Locke, relying on his expertise and intuition, sensed the problem lay in the hidden vitality of all things—the spiritual energy.

After completing all this, Locke collected three ordinary pebbles from the area using a sterile bag. These appeared to be talc, but collecting them was still necessary.

“It’s getting colder.”

Locke stood at the bottom of the river, feeling the change in his body temperature. Simultaneously, the power of the vertical undercurrent intercepted by the Crimson Gold Peach using the Peach Guardian Spell was beginning to slip out of his control, indicating he couldn’t delay any longer.

The bottom of the Frost River was indeed extremely dangerous. Even with this short-distance exploration, without even leaving the waterhole, he had already encountered continuous danger.

No wonder the wizards who had explored this place for centuries left behind descriptions of fear.

At this moment, Locke’s innate demonic eye scanned the distance, observing for any anomalies.

But he found nothing.

One reason was the low visibility, and the other was the short distance he had traveled.

“Looks like we’ve come up empty-handed, which is expected,”

Locke said. “There’s one last method left. Let’s try it.”

Locke raised his left hand, and a complex spell model appeared above it. This model continuously combined itself, eventually forming a “Sound of Life” spell model. This model emitted the sound of life’s growth rhythm. Although the riverbed was a forbidden zone, it was only a forbidden zone for human wizards, not for life itself.

Many special magical creatures still lived there.

As the sound of life’s rhythm resounded, it traveled far and wide with the current. At first, there was nothing unusual, but soon Locke suddenly heard a strange sound coming from afar. He turned to look at that area.

The next moment, the Great Crying Dragon Sparrow behind him burst into flames, and he flew towards that direction like a firebird.

He had already noticed it.

The sound of life’s rhythm was difficult for ordinary creatures to detect.

Only the undead would be so sensitive.

The rhythmic beat of life seemed a grave provocation to any undead, igniting their boundless rage.

Locke then headed towards that location.

About ten minutes later, he landed in a depression at the bottom of the river. Scanning the riverbed, he frowned. There were numerous scattered skeletons and an altar, square and upright, resembling an ancient sacrificial altar. On the altar rested a bone-scraping knife—

a ritual knife made of bone.

A skeleton lay before the altar, its hand bones seemingly reaching for the knife, but ultimately failing.

A crack appeared in the altar.

Locke frowned. Many bones lay scattered, some broken by the water and magical creatures. Had these not been the remains of powerful wizards, they would have been washed away or devoured by magical beings long ago.

“It seems my guess was correct; the bottom of the Frost River is indeed a good hiding place,”

Locke mused.

“But I didn’t expect that the spirits hiding at the bottom of the Frost River might not be a recent occurrence, but rather something from the past. Of course, they might be hiding in other river basins, but judging from this—this pile of bones is practically a sealed place. An unknown battle must have taken place here. There are traces of decaying magical plants? And rotten, ineffective magical artifacts.”

Locke used History Recall to try and recreate the scene, but strangely, as his magic flowed into the bones, trying to capture the negative energy particle field, he found nothing, as if the negative energy particle field had already been extracted.

“A skilled archaeological wizard extracted all the negative energy particle field information here. This place has already been developed; it’s no longer valuable.”

Locke walked through the ruins.

What kind of battle would need to take place at the bottom of the Frost River?

Locke stared at the perforation on the sealed altar, noticing it resembled that of Alfonso’s golden sword. He summoned the golden magic sword, hesitated for a moment, then plunged it into the perforation. Surprisingly, magical runes suddenly lit up the altar.

Then, a door opened in the muddy riverbed in front of the broken altar.

Locke frowned, but immediately descended the steps. There weren’t many steps; on the ground lay a massive dragon skeleton. The skeleton seemed devoid of magic, only covered in chains.

“This is—”

Locke scanned the dragon skeleton, “There’s no magic left on it.”

“Could this skeleton be the Lich God’s true form? If so, then the Lich God seems to have detached himself from his undead body. Where did he go?” “

It’s likely that in the past, when the Lich God tried to break the seal, he was suppressed by the Black Sun Tower or the local wizards along the Tianjiang River. In that battle, the Lich God disappeared, at least leaving this place.”

Locke’s hand touched the dragon skeleton, and he was somewhat surprised by its power. The moment he opened the door, countless river waters rushed in, and countless icy magics were gathering towards the skeleton. However, this skeleton, which had been decaying for thousands of years, showed no signs of decay after being soaked in the Tianhan River water, and was even continuously absorbing the river water.

Locke chanted a spell, and the sea gold sand transformed into a golden fern spear, piercing the skeleton. But only a metallic clang was heard; the sea gold sand was knocked away, leaving the skeleton unscathed.

Locke frowned, chanting another spell. Two massive magical spells appeared behind him, and the sea gold sand struck them, but still remained unharmed.

“Even if this isn’t the skeleton of the Lich God, it must be the skeleton of a third-ring undead—but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a third-ring undead. Can undead exist in the third ring?”

A hint of hesitation flashed in Locke’s eyes. Third-ring wizards seemed to possess the special ability to resist reincarnation and retain memories, so he wasn’t sure if undead existed at the third ring level. Based on his current understanding of undead, perhaps the highest level currently defined as undead was only the Sun Ring level.

Things that are neither alive nor dead are generally quite formidable at the Sun Ring level.

It felt like such things could never reach the third ring.

But this might be his perspective as a low-level wizard. At higher levels, there might be new forms of beings neither alive nor dead.

Locke sighed.

“It seems there’s no need to search the bottom of the Frost River anymore. The Lich God is probably not at the bottom of the Frost River, even if he’s along the Frost River’s banks in Wizarding Lands. The probability of him existing here is too small. Of course, it’s not impossible, but there’s no need to go to the trouble of searching for that possibility.”

Just now, his life rhythm sound traveled far and received many small responses, meaning that in this short period of time in the Frost River, he had sensed many things related to undead creatures.

But the strongest response came from here.

In other words, this place is most likely the place where the Lich God’s true form was sealed, and the Lich God’s true form was sealed by the Tower of the Black Sun. This is why the magic of the Tower of the Black Sun is needed to open the altar.

Locke recorded this place using the Historical Recreation spell model.

Then, he searched around, and because he was about to reach his limit, he prepared to use the Peach Guardian Spell to leave the bottom of the Frost River.

But just as he turned around, a voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

“Are you looking for me, young wizard?”

Locke’s pupils constricted instantly, and he looked into the shadows of the space, where a wizard whose face he couldn’t see stood.

Locke summoned his golden sword. The sword vibrated, as if sensing some natural enemy or target. Its pure gold color turned reddish-brown, and it seemed ready to leave his hand at any moment to attack the enemy.

Locke looked at the wizard in the shadows and realized that the other party was a necromancer, but he didn’t know his identity.

“Are you the Lich God?”

“I’ve heard that the Lich God is the oldest being since the Age of Stars. I never expected to meet you today.”

The wizard in the shadows chuckled. “Before a certain point in time, I was not the Lich God, nor could I possibly be. And before that point in time, the Lich God never existed in this world, in the entire void.”

“As you can see, the last time the Lich God was about to descend, it was destroyed by the wizards along the Tianjiang River. But as you can also see, the Lich God does not currently exist in this world. So, young dragon, I believe you cannot find the Lich God. And do not try to test me.”

Locke understood his meaning.

“You mean, before a certain point in time, you were not the Lich God? But there’s a problem, there shouldn’t be any residual magic here—no—”

If there is no residual magic, why does this place react to the rhythm of life?

But if there really is residual magic here, why haven’t I sensed it at all?

Locke fell into deep thought and began to consider the current situation.

“You—you were able to reappear because I stepped into this place. You used my power?”

Locke didn’t quite understand how he used it, but he realized one thing: if the undead were a form, then he was a being possessing both form and substance.

The necromantic magic here had dissipated,

but the moment he re-entered this space, some kind of magic he didn’t yet understand captured his form, and then this undead appeared before him.

The wizard in the shadows said to Locke, “You’re clever.” “

But you’re limited by the vision of the Star Ring Wizard, so you still don’t know what I am. Locke Augustine—”

As the other party called out his name, Locke’s pupils constricted sharply, for this meant the other party had admitted to using necromancy and appearing in his own form.

If so, then the Lich God’s current state, and the so-called point in time, were worth considering.

The wizard in the shadows said to Locke, “You can take me away, take me out of here.”

“I can help you.”

“In the past, this was very common. Even wizards who didn’t study necromancy could obtain related power simply by entering this holy site. Some wizards in the Black Sun Tower couldn’t resist this temptation, and besides, so many wizards were using it, so it’s normal. Take me away, let me enter your shadow, and I can do many things.”

Locke frowned. As a Grand Wizard of the Star Ring, he naturally waited for the other party to finish speaking and secretly used various spells to try to analyze what the other party was.

Was it a force wave?

A kind of spirituality?

Or a kind of spiritual energy, a kind of spiritual ash, a kind of spiritual touch?

Could it be a special kind of necromancy—

but it shouldn’t be a soul.

Locke frowned, because it was difficult to determine what the other party was.

The wizard in the shadows said, “I can do many things. I can help you intercept the form of a wizard. Look—”

He waved his hand, and a skeleton outside the steps trembled as it stood up, seemingly about to move.

“Borrowing forms allows you to create the dead. What a wonderful ability! Through forms, you can know the memories, abilities, and even knowledge of others. On the path to truth, you can go faster and further than others.”

“Any secrets you want to know about others, I can help you find them. As long as you kill him, or leave specific black magic on him, intercepting his form—”

“This isn’t just ordinary learning from others; I can gather the forms of countless people, and these forms can completely enter your form, becoming components of your soul. Think about it, a great wizard, a great soul, possessing all the skills in this world. No one can go faster or further on the path to truth than you. You can go faster and further, and control everything, making everyone follow you, witnessing your greatness.”

“They will envy you in their hearts.”

“They will hate you.”

“Those people outside are all wizards conscripted by the Undead Conquest. I possess a portion of their forms. I can give you all their abilities—that’s the most interesting use of necromancy.”

Locke frowned, because if the other party followed his advice, wouldn’t he be using necromancy on himself, his soul being mixed into the other’s form—

what a strange suggestion.

Locke realized that his Peach Guardian Spell was almost unusable. If he delayed any longer, he might miss the best time to leave, and then he might really become an undead here. Locke

said to the being in the shadows, “Thank you for your kindness. But I don’t need to strengthen myself with necromancy yet. Anyway, I am who I am.”

The wizard in the shadows remained silent.

Locke said to him, “I’ll call you the prototype of the Lich God for now. It seems I can’t kill you at the bottom of the Heavenly Cold River. After all, you haven’t even officially existed yet.” “

Then, I’m leaving.”

Locke turned and decisively left the place.

This place was too strange.

Staying any longer would be pointless.

After Locke left, the altar’s door closed. In the instant it closed, seemingly due to the seal, Locke saw the wizard in the shadows scream before shattering.

“If I close the altar and maintain the seal, can I prevent necromancy from taking over my form?”

Locke pondered.

This application of necromancy clearly surpassed his previous understanding of the necromancy of the Southeast Corner Region. This might be some kind of more advanced necromancy.

Locke felt a stinging sensation on his skin.

“I’ve reached my limit. I must go up immediately.”

Locke casually left an archaeological spell model at this location: [Historical Replay].

This way, he could mark this spot, making it much easier to find it again next time.

Immediately afterward, he heard the cracking sound of his crimson peach tree branches. He quickly chanted a spell, releasing the magic of the vertical undercurrent.

The next moment, a vertical undercurrent released by Locke appeared at the bottom of the riverbed. The current struck the riverbed, generating a powerful upward thrust that propelled him upward.

He was swept upwards by the vertical undercurrent.

*Bang!*

A massive torrent of water burst from the surface of the Frost River, rushing directly towards the riverbank.

The riverbank rose, automatically defending against the floodwaters.

However, the current was too violent, breaking through the bank like a waterspout. Locke and the waterspout traced a path in the sky before he plummeted to a flat area on the riverbank.

*Bang!*

A hilltop was flattened by the impact of the waterspout.

Countless Frost Rains fell.

The excessively powerful winter magic condensed into raindrops, falling like marbles towards the heads of those nearby.

Rose the Witch and an ordinary avatar of the Matchmaker, Kikun, were searching along the banks of the Frost River for magical plants to fund the academy, looking for something of interest to Rose the Witch.

Although within the White Ice Tower, a single word from the Matchmaker, Kikun, could grant Rose the Academy Fund and force other wizards to make way,

Rose wouldn’t accept such a arrangement.

Secondly, the official wizards of the White Ice Tower would harbor resentment.

Furthermore, Rose only acts according to her own interests and goals; she wouldn’t simply take a topic from Kikun or anyone else just to obtain a mere Academy Fund.

Therefore, Kikun, left with no other choice, could only accompany Rose along the banks of the Heavenly River, helping her find a research topic that interested her.

“Cough cough—”

Locke emerged from the shattered hilltop and immediately saw Rose holding a magic umbrella to shield herself and Kikun from the rain. However, it seemed the magic of the nearby Heavenly River was too strong, and the umbrella, being rather basic, couldn’t block all the rain; much of it spilled over and landed on them.

The three of them were instantly soaked to the bone.

Rose the Witch looked at him strangely.

“Locke—how did you end up in the core area of our White Ice Tower? Ah, this is Master Kikunyue.”

“You should have met once before.”

Master Kikunyue, an elderly man with white hair, had his eyes open, perhaps because he was in an avatar. They were ice-blue eyes, and he wore a ring on his hand, which Locke immediately recognized as a wedding ring.

Moreover, it was the version from the Rose School.

Master Kikunyue calmly looked at Locke and composedly took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his face.

However, it was clear that Master Kikunyue’s first impression of him was somewhat unfavorable.

But he didn’t say anything; after all, Locke’s momentum in emerging from the bottom of the Frost River indicated that something must have happened, and he couldn’t be too demanding.

After all, most wizards along the Tianjiang River could recognize it as a vertical undercurrent, so Wizard Kikongyue believed that Locke must have encountered it in the Tianhan River and then rushed out to escape it, leading to the scene just now.

Of course, he wasn’t in a good mood either.

Kikongyue had always held a prominent position along the Tianjiang River.

Locke said, “I’m sorry, gentlemen. That vertical undercurrent was indeed difficult to control. That’s why this happened. I can compensate you for the loss of your clothes.”

Master Kikongyue shook his head slightly.

“That’s not necessary. But Wizard Augustine, you should be more careful. You are still young, unlike an old man like me. You have a long life ahead of you. The undercurrents within the Tianhan River are complex; often, a single undercurrent can carry you from one place to a very distant place. I think you entered the Tianhan River from another river basin.”

Locke didn’t expect Master Kikongyue to be so accommodating. After all, he had essentially trespassed into the White Ice Tower’s territory, which was understandable, but he didn’t expect Master Kikongyue to remind him of safety precautions.

Locke bowed to him.

“Thank you for your reminder.”

Master Kikongyue nodded to him.

Locke pondered: One can judge a person by their words. Kikongyue doesn’t seem like a wizard who would easily instigate a wizard war—but why is the White Ice Tower fighting so fiercely with the Tide Grand Wizard Tower right now? Is it really because he’s afraid that after his death, the White Ice Tower’s living space will be squeezed by the Tide Grand Wizard Tower? “

Moreover, my trip to the Frost River just now confirmed for me the fact that the altar at the bottom of the Frost River was originally used to seal the Lich God. And, the necromancy spell that seized my form at the end was something I’ve never seen or heard of before.”

The other party wanted to enter my shadow—I really don’t know what will happen, so of course I could only refuse. “

But judging from the situation, the Lich God doesn’t exist in the mortal world right now, so I don’t need to focus on this direction for the time being. ” “

Rose the Witch looked curiously at the hilltop behind Locke that had been destroyed by the undercurrent, and asked, “Locke, what are you doing?”

“What happened?”

“To make even a Star Ring Archmage like you look so disheveled.”

Locke spoke bluntly. “I went to the bottom of the Frost River.”

Upon hearing this, Rose the Witch was stunned for a moment, and even Archmage Chikun looked at Locke with surprise, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Rose the Witch continued to ask out of curiosity, “The bottom of the Frost River? You actually went there? This is a tributary of the Infinite River. I heard that it is the most dangerous place in the Frost River. What are you going there for?”

Locke said, “In the library of the Tide Archmage’s Tower, I discovered a mystery of wetland corn, so I went to the bottom of the river and picked a stalk of wetland corn. This is the research topic for the university grant I’m applying for. Rose the Witch, what about you?”

Rose the Witch picked up a purple-red berry from her hand.

“This is a magical plant that Master Chikunyue recommended to me for research, called Purple Crescent.”

“I’m very interested in this highly poisonous magical plant and plan to study its toxic components. By the way, I also know about the mystery of the wetland corn; it’s a famous puzzle along the Tianjiang River. You actually want to work on this during the university’s funding period. Many wizards and breeders from other regions have also studied this magical plant. But the conclusion is that this magical plant—”

Witch Rose said, “can’t find the specific reason why it can grow in river water.”

“Everyone is about to apply for regional funding. If you waste too much energy and time on this kind of thing, it will really be a waste of time.” “

This is not a wise decision.”

Locke looked at Witch Rose and said, “I know. But I am indeed very interested in this wetland magical plant, and I’m also very curious about why this magical plant can grow in water. Aren’t you curious?” Witch

Rose decisively shook her head. “Not curious,”

Locke chuckled. “But the Purple Crescent Moon is the most famous poisonous magical plant along the Tianjiang River. I remember there’s still no antidote for it. The topic you chose is also very difficult, Rose.”

Rose the witch said, “It’s different. I just chose a magical plant that interests me. No matter how difficult the Purple Crescent Moon is, I’m confident. After all, it’s just a complex natural magical toxin. With time and resources, I can definitely analyze it. But the Wetland Corn is different. Why can it grow in—well, you just proved it can also grow at the bottom of the river—what the reason is, no one knows yet.”

Locke chuckled. “It seems you and I are no different, Rose. It’s just that we’re curious about different magical plants. But I am indeed confident in solving the mystery of the Wetland Corn.” “

And I’m quite certain of it,”

Rose the witch said, arms crossed.

“Now that you mention it, I’m suddenly a little angry. After all, the difficulty of our research topics is really different. Being able to accurately estimate the difficulty of a topic and arrange a research plan is very important.”

Master Chikun Yue nodded.

“Both of you are young, talented wizards. It’s good that you can study what interests you. After all, the difficulty of research topics varies for different wizards. Everyone has different strengths.”

Master Chikun Yue looked at Locke, who seemed to have developed a slight interest in Locke because Locke said he wanted to use wetland corn to apply for the academy’s grant.

Therefore, he suddenly mediated between the two.

Master Chikun Yue said, “Wizard Augustine, I heard that you recently set up a service station at the Tide Wizarding Tower. When can you open one here at the White Ice Tower?” Witch

Rose looked at Master Chikun Yue in surprise.

Locke was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “I also wanted to open a service station here at the White Ice Tower as soon as possible, but I couldn’t get better preferential treatment—”

Master Chikun Yue looked at Locke in surprise.

“I’m not too sure about that either. As you know, I’m getting old, so many things are managed by the people below me.”

Master Kikongyue looked thoughtful. “I shouldn’t interrupt.”

He realized that the higher-ups at the White Ice Tower seemed to have a different opinion about the Great Azure Leaf Dragon Sparrow Service Station, so he suddenly stopped mentioning letting Locke’s service station move into the White Ice Tower.