Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 1012

Chapter 1002 The True Power of Star Ring Botany! The Fourth Prince of the Golden Dynasty!

The witch Catherine handed Locke a stack of documents.

“Here’s a list of 121 magical books on Spiritual Breath. Once you’ve read them all, you should be able to improve your botany and breeding skills simultaneously, as well as increase your mastery of ultimate magic.” “

Actually, you probably haven’t actually fought a true Star Ring wizard yet. To be precise, you haven’t learned how to use magical plants to fight at the Star Ring stage.”

Locke bowed to Catherine and accepted the documents, saying, “Thank you, teacher.”

The first book on the list was Catherine’s work, *The Mysteries of Spiritual Breath*.

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Clearly, this was a complete inheritance of Spiritual Breath techniques.

“Get the ironwood seeds to sprout as soon as possible,” said the witch Catherine. “Alright, Locke, I’m busy now, you can go.”

Locke bowed and left the Red Dragon Throne office.

Locke took the book list and immediately went to the library at Golden Crown Mountain. He first went to the troll wizards, in the second ring area, and asked for some of the books on the list. Then he went to the treant wizards, who were quite astonished to see so many books related to spiritual science on the list.

The Tree-Man Wizard, who had somehow acquired a pair of wooden glasses, looked at Locke suspiciously and asked, “So many magic books related to spiritual energy, can you even finish reading them all?”

“The library strictly forbids you from lending magic books to outside wizards, let alone having them pay for them. I’m warning you, if you’re caught doing that, it’s a very serious infringement of intellectual property rights, and you’ll face huge fines.” “

You can’t afford to pay that,”

Locke laughed. “Mr. Tree-Man, this is a reading list recommended to me by my teacher, the witch Catherine.”

The Tree-Man Wizard nodded, turned around, and then raised a dozen or so branches, half-suspended in the air, searching the bookshelves for magic books.

“Spiritual energy is actually not easy to learn. It’s elusive; you think it’s not there, but it’s there; you think there’s spiritual energy, but it’s not there.”

“But if you search carefully, you can always find its existence. It’s the hidden vitality and breath of all things.”

“Almost there, almost gone, seemingly present yet absent.”

“It’s hard to imagine your teacher has such high expectations of you, demanding so many difficult spellbooks at once.” The treant wizard’s tone seemed tinged with pity.

“The Red Dragon Throne’s demands are truly too high. Good luck, dear breeder.”

“Actually, one should be a little cunning. If you want to finish reading so many difficult books in a short time, I think it’s unrealistic. Perhaps I can teach you a clever method. Considering you’re borrowing so many books this time, I’ve developed some goodwill towards you.”

Locke took the spellbooks from him. He casually flipped to a page, but found it extremely obscure. He often had to read a few lines and then go back to reread them before he could understand the author’s meaning. Moreover, the preface of this spellbook succinctly stated that this book was only for inspiration, not for answering questions.

This meant that he would often read these spellbooks to inspire himself.

The Tree-Man Wizard said slowly, “Alright, I’ve found it all for you. The amount of information contained within these magic books is simply too vast. I think you should read the preface on the first page beforehand. The preface is usually the essence of a book; we can see a wizard’s thought process through it, and then roughly know whether it’s worth continuing. This is also what I mean by a smart method. If His Majesty wants you to read so many books just to inspire you, or to make it easier for you to cite when you write, just read the preface and then look at the chapter titles; you’ll roughly understand the book.” “

If I only need to get a general idea, that’s all I need to do.”

“This is a smart method from a smart wizard, and it’s also a smart suggestion.”

Locke flipped through the book written by the witch Catherine about the four special spiritual breaths, rubbing his temples, because the book was ridiculously difficult.

He was reading it very slowly.

And the witch Catherine had given him a list of over a hundred books; he didn’t know when he’d ever finish reading them all.

Clearly, the Treant Wizard suspected the Red Dragon Throne wanted him to do something, hence the request for so many difficult spellbooks. Of course, this “clever” method was obviously something a wizard who frequently worked for high-level wizards had been forced to develop under limited time and resources.

Although he didn’t intend to use this method—after all, these books were clearly meant for his study—he’d better not try to be clever and instead go through the motions, one book at a time, chapter by chapter, using the “dumbest” method. He shouldn’t even think about being lazy in this kind of situation.

Out of courtesy, Locke bowed to the treant wizard and said, “Thank you, esteemed treant, the little trick you taught me is very useful.”

The treant wizard seemed very happy.

“It’s good that it helped you. To make a wizard read so much high-difficulty and very abstract spiritual science material is really too abnormal.” “

This will cause you to develop cognitive dissonance.” “

The weight of truth is always incredibly heavy, and if we are not prepared in advance, it can easily crush our backs.”

Locke saw the first page of the preface in Catherine the Witch’s book, which was written rather simply, basically introducing the Star Ring Magic Plant. Because it possesses a Level 2 Imaginary Root—that is, an Imaginary Root with a main root—this has two consequences.

First, it becomes possible for the Star Ring Magic Plant to use its Imaginary Root to take root in a wizard’s Great Magic for assistance, attack, and defense. The powerful magic of the Great Magic nourishes the Magic Plant, giving a wizard who uses this Magic Plant a power far exceeding that of a similar uncontrolled Magic Plant, and the Magic Plant can in turn enhance the Great Magic.

Secondly, the Star Ring Magic Plant can now fish for Imaginary Sea Spirit Energy at an accelerated rate, making it possible to use Spirit Energy in combat.

Locke, having read half of the preface, felt refreshed, many questions arising in his mind. These questions were then answered one by one, and he quickly realized that his previous understanding of the use of the Star Ring Magic Plant was likely flawed.

“Four special spiritual energies. She discovered these four special spiritual energies in a few specific magical plants among the lunar, solar, and star ring magical plants, and found them to exist in many magical plants as well. These four special spiritual energies can resonate with each other and secretly protect the magical plants and human wizards.” Locke pondered, “These four spiritual energies are protective energies that secretly guard, not the life-sustaining type of spiritual energy. In other words, my previous understanding of spiritual energy was flawed. Spiritual energy cannot be simply understood as the hidden vitality of all things. A more rigorous understanding is the hidden breathing of all things?”

In other words, a wizard with less spiritual energy might not only have weak vitality due to a scarcity of life-sustaining spiritual energy, but also have weaker or stronger innate defenses due to a scarcity of protective spiritual energy, or a higher amount than others.

“Blessing Breath… Life Breath… Teacher is right, my understanding of breath is still too superficial and crude, I can’t unleash the true magical power of a Star Ring Wizard at all.”

After bidding farewell to the Treant Wizard, Locke quickly left the library and returned to his dormitory.

At this time, both the Sea Queen Throne and the Red Dragon Throne requested a large number of related magic books from him.

Locke was still secretly worried, concerned that he could only work 72 hours a day and might not be able to read them all.

A week later.

Along the Tianjiang River, in a laboratory inside the Tide Wizard Tower.

Locke, by adding 500,000 magic stones and constantly adjusting the water separation equipment he designed, with the help of Wizard Gusta and other water magic wizards, finally successfully separated a transparent columnar breath.

“It’s also a coincidence.”

Locke looked at the columnar breath with a complicated expression, “I’m learning a lot about blessing breath from my teacher’s magic books, and this breath should be blessing breath.”

Locke opened his innate magic eye on his forehead, observing the transparent columnar breath.

“Finally, I’ve separated it from the verdant aura. It wasn’t easy. If I hadn’t been absolutely certain that the wetland corn contained this special aura, it probably wouldn’t have been discovered for a much longer time. No wonder no one had separated this aura before; it’s so similar in nature to the verdant aura, and the amount in each magical plant is so small, it’s naturally hard to notice.” “

And it’s somewhat insignificant, actually.”

Locke placed the aura in water. Using his innate magical eye combined with a high-level Focus Spell monocle, he saw the water flow into the aura and, guided by it, begin to move within it.

In other words, it’s an aura that helps plants transport special internal moisture, belonging to the category of hidden protective aura.

The contents of the magic book that the witch Catherine recommended undoubtedly accelerated his separation of this special aura. “The water is transported out by this spiritual energy, which secretly accelerates the transport of water within magical plants and enhances their internal water regulation. This is why wetland corn can grow on the shore.”

“My teacher’s Four Holy Spirits are the four protective spiritual energies she discovered: metal, fire, water, and wood. These four, combined with her special spell model [Four Holy Blessings], form a unique composite spiritual energy. To cast this spell model, I first need to learn the Four Holy Blessings spell model, and secondly, I need to gather all four attributes of protective spiritual energy.”

To gather them…

I have a few options. First, I can directly ask my teacher for the relevant knowledge, but firstly, I’m likely to be refused, and secondly, if I do that, leaving Golden Crown Mountain will be even more difficult.

In a way, I’m in a similar situation to the witch Sophia back then, only the Red Dragon Cult is more generous and reasonable than Lilith’s Hut, and the witch Catherine is kinder to me.

Second, I can spend money to buy it through other channels, or inquire through other channels.

Thirdly, he discovered four types of protective auras.

Locke pondered, “This spell model seems to be a signature spell created by my teacher during the Sun Ring stage, and it was simplified during the Third Ring stage, so Star Ring wizards can use it. Why not learn it? I can use it for self-defense.”

“Wetland Corn should be considered the first water-attribute aura. I now suspect that the Golden Aura of the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow is also a protective aura.” It seems he needs to continue his research.

Moreover, Wetland Corn cannot yet be considered a Star Ring magical plant that can establish a magical graft relationship with him and fight alongside him, and the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow urgently needs to be cultivated into a Star Ring version, and it’s also necessary to determine whether the Golden Aura is a protective aura and what its attribute is. Locke pondered his progress in breeding science while writing his application for the university’s grant.

“Only by improving my aura science level can I complete the special grant and key sub-project as soon as possible.”

“Alright, finished.”

Locke stretched.

Next, he took the application to the office of Dean Elliott.

As a guest wizard instructor at the Tide Wizarding Tower, he had previously agreed to offer a course on wetland magical plants there before the contract was signed. Furthermore, his teacher, the witch Catherine, had repeatedly asked him to interact more with the wizards of the area. Therefore, Locke planned to go to the Dean of the Tide Wizarding Tower and request that he begin scheduling classes for him.

He figured the reason why Catherine had repeatedly asked him to interact more with the wizards there would be revealed once he started teaching. Locke placed the application in front of Elliott, who snapped his fingers and instantly returned to his original form, while the old wizard sitting at the Dean’s desk automatically transformed into a drop of water on a succulent.

Dean Elliott looked at Locke and smiled, “Our excellent breeding master, what brings you here today? The Great Azure Leaf Dragon Sparrow has achieved excellent results on the battlefield; we’ve even recovered one-tenth of our lost territory. Many deans of advanced academies are trying to contact me, wanting to return. I’m considering whether to let these fickle fellows come back.”

Locke said, “If they come back, the map of the Tide Wizard Tower will look better.”

Dean Elliott couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes, that’s about all the fickle fellows are good for.”

Locke said, “Dean, this is my application for the academy’s internal fund.”

Elliott exclaimed in surprise, “So…” “Fast? You’ve only taken less than two weeks from deciding on the topic to now. Don’t you need much consideration? Or did you have prior experience with this? You solved the mystery of how wetland corn can grow by the river in just two weeks?”

Locke said, “Yes, it’s been confirmed that a special kind of spiritual energy is at work. I’ve named this spiritual energy ‘Water-Guiding Spiritual Energy.'”

Dean Elliott flipped through the documents, examining them carefully. His doubts quickly vanished, replaced by a hint of astonishment in his eyes. Both Locke and he were Star Ring Wizards, yet Locke had solved a small mystery that had plagued the Tianjiang River for so many years in less than two weeks, even successfully separating a wisp of Water-Guiding Spiritual Energy.

In the project proposal, Locke planned to verify the existence of this type of protective spiritual energy on other magical plants.

In other words, Locke had almost completely solved the mystery of wetland corn; the remaining task was simply to use this as a foundation to search for the existence of this spiritual energy in other magical plants. Given his abilities, this task should be completed quickly.

Dean Elliott sighed inwardly. This was truly a wizarding genius from a high-level wizarding family. If a wizard from their academy were to attempt such a piece, let alone whether they could even produce it, it would take at least thirty, perhaps even fifty years.

Dean Elliott had initially thought that between wizards from the Star Ring Wetlands and those from the Tianjiang River, there couldn’t be much difference. Even if they were stronger, it would only be the difference between a strong person and an ordinary one. But now, he was convinced.

In terms of efficiency, the difference was enormous.

Dean Elliott quickly composed himself. After all, he was a wizard too, and seeing such a young Star Ring wizard solve the Wetland Corn mystery in less than two weeks naturally moved him.

However, he quickly regained his composure and felt genuine joy and excitement.

With such a brilliant addition to the academy, how could he, as the dean, not be happy?

Dean Elliott, sitting in his wheelchair, immediately broke into a broad smile. He looked at Locke and said, “Excellent. Wizard Locke, this year’s academy fund is definitely yours. And I think you deserve it; no one can surpass you.” “I will send your application to the academy’s fund committee as soon as possible.”

“Wizard Locke, I once again sincerely thank you for joining our Tide Wizarding Tower as a guest lecturer.”

Locke said, “Dean Elliott, I also want to start my Wetland Magic Plant course as soon as possible.”

Dean Elliott looked flattered. He pushed his wheelchair out and said, “Actually, it really shouldn’t have been a waste of your time. You could have given the course materials to a first-class wizard apprentice or a full-fledged wizard. I think some of the wizard apprentices in our academy are not worthy of your time to teach them.”

After reading Locke’s application for the academy fund, Dean Elliott felt a little inferior.

He dared to say that this was absolutely the best internal grant application from the Tide Shaman Tower in the last fifty years. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that it was accepted as a final grant. If this couldn’t get approved, who could?

If a project of this caliber wasn’t funded, were there any other projects worth the university’s investment?

Dean Elliott had initially assumed Locke would just throw something in and call it a day. In fact, seeing Locke submit the application so quickly had initially made him uneasy, thinking Locke was prepared to do just that. However, after reading the application, he felt only shame.

Locke said, “No need. I’m going to teach it myself. It’s just a public course anyway, no need for in-depth discussions with individual students. I’ll also be able to gauge the average level of your Tide Wizarding Tower’s apprentices.”

Dean Elliott solemnly said, “Then on behalf of the students of our Tide Wizarding Tower, I thank Locke; Wizard Augustine.” “To receive instruction from such an excellent wizard as you is truly an honor for them. I even feel they are somewhat… unworthy.” Locke waved his hand, saying, “Every wizarding apprentice has the right to pursue truth. During my apprenticeship, I met a very good witch. I am still grateful for her selflessness.”

“As seekers of truth, we naturally treat all apprentices equally. Before me, there are only a group of students thirsting for knowledge.” “There is no distinction.”

Locke thought of the Witch Sophia.

Although he had parted ways with the Witch Sophia before becoming a formal wizard, her influence on him was indeed profound. The headmaster of Elliott Academy was silent for a moment, then looked at Locke, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Locke’s talent filled him with awe, while Locke’s magnanimity earned his respect.

The headmaster of Elliott Academy smiled even more warmly and sincerely.

“Then I’ll arrange it for you. Locke, when do you want to start classes?”

Locke said, “Two days from now at 10 a.m., in classroom number one of the public classrooms in your Tide Wizard Tower Castle.” “Headmaster, can the academy funding be approved as soon as possible?”

The headmaster of Elliott Academy said, “Of course, I will get it approved as soon as possible.”

Locke exchanged a few more words with him, then left.

Meanwhile, Dean Elliott created a clone and continued signing documents. Less than half an hour later, a shadow suddenly appeared above his head. He looked up in surprise at the wizard Thaws standing before his water clone.

The water clone said, “Thaws, you should really learn to knock.”

“What brings you here?”

Wizard Thaws submitted his application. “Dean, I’m here to submit an application. This is a project application I’ve been preparing since last year. It’s of very high quality; you absolutely must evaluate it fairly and objectively.”

The water clone hesitated, but still opened the application and glanced at it. He nodded, because Thaws was indeed a wizard he had painstakingly recruited; his skill level was truly impressive along the Tianjiang River. It was a project application to develop a model for the [Vaste Curse] spell, a form of moisture magic.

Using moisture magic to accelerate the decay of iron, specifically to deal with high-precision composite magical artifacts—this idea was indeed excellent. If it weren’t for Locke Augustine’s masterpiece, “Water-Drawing Spirit Breath,” he would have greatly praised this application, considering it one of the highest quality applications of the last five years.

But there are no “ifs.”

At this moment, in his eyes, this application was merely average.

Dean Elliott hesitated, wanting to dissuade the wizard who was secretly at odds with Locke, but after thinking it over, he decided to remain silent to avoid further provoking him.

After all, Locke was an invaluable partner of the Tide Wizarding Tower, and the wizard before him was also a crucial foundation for the tower; both were important.

Wizard Thaws said nervously to the Dean, “Dean, you must treat everyone equally, without favoritism.”

Elliott pondered for a moment. “How can I treat everyone equally?”

Wizard Thaws said, “It means to fairly and objectively evaluate the quality of the submissions from me and that senior wizard genius. Don’t show bias because of their status or qualifications. By the way, Dean, according to the contract, aren’t I supposed to offer a course on the water magic microenvironment next to the wetland magical plants?”

“I’ve decided. I want to start the course at 10 a.m. two days from now in the 21st public classroom of the academy.”

Dean Elliott’s head seemed to double in size.

Because this was simply too outrageous.

The wizard Thaws seemed to have completely gone mad, insisting on scheduling his open class at the same time as Locke Augustine’s class, and wasn’t classroom number 21 right across from classroom number 1?

What was he trying to do?

Headmaster Elliott looked at the wizard Thaws with a strange expression. He knew that this wizard was young and impetuous, and if he tried to stop him, he wouldn’t only fail to gain favor but would also be misunderstood as suppressing him.

“I understand.”

“Then do as you see fit. Wizard Thaws, I still have a lot of faith in you.”

The wizard Thaws was taken aback because he didn’t expect the headmaster to suddenly become so agreeable. He had previously advised him several times not to participate in this year’s school fund selection, thinking it was just a waste of everyone’s and his own time, but now he was supporting him so easily. Wizard Thaws pondered, “Could it be that they suddenly changed their attitude after reading my application?”

“Haha…

Golden Crown Mountain, the academy meetings at Golden Crown Mountain have been going on for several days straight, debating whether to support the Academic Committee’s development direction or the Senate’s. Wizards at all levels have expressed their opinions more than once, arguing endlessly. During the meeting, Wizard Tyrant Fist suddenly spoke up: ‘Red Dragon Throne, your main reason for insisting on your own position is that Golden Crown Mountain has already invested a lot in its original development direction. But what if there are problems with the Zhou Tian Fighting Tree?'”

The wizards present suddenly stopped arguing, and the atmosphere became strange.

The Tyrant Fist Wizard said, “The Zhou Tian Dou Tree requires a large amount of resources for special maintenance every year. But actually, a long time ago, there was a forgotten project—the project was initiated by the Academic Committee’s breeders who requested the Senate to help them cultivate a special kind of vibration…

“They hoped to resonate with the Zhou Tian Dou Tree through this special vibration to maintain it and reduce the large amount of resources it needed to maintain.” “

This project was forgotten for a long time and was likely considered an unbreakable path. In fact, for hundreds of years, it made no progress. But… because this project was caught between the Senate and the Academic Committee… we forgot to cancel support for this project, resulting in some people actually receiving a lot of support… By the time we discovered it, more than two hundred years had passed, and the research had made substantial progress.” “

But this research will affect the stability of the Zhou Tian Dou Tree.”

The Blue Dragon Throne questioned, “What do you mean by that?”

The Red Dragon Witch looked at him calmly.

The Tyrant Fist Wizard said, “I don’t mean anything else. I just want to ask the Red Dragon Throne, who’s so aggressive here, a question—what if the Zhou Tian Dou Tree isn’t as stable as you think?” The

Red Dragon Witch’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Along the Tianjiang River, Locke was calculating his current income. He needed to gather five million magic stones to buy a magic array to digest special dragon crystals—a dragon crystal devouring array—before he could use the dragon crystals the Green Dragon Witch had given him and cultivate the iron tree seeds.

Locke was calculating his money when he stepped out of the Silver Peach Garden headquarters and encountered a luxurious caravan of magical carriages. The wheels, shafts, and rims of these carriages were almost all inlaid with gold, and a wizard’s honor guard stood on both sides of the caravan, scattering some kind of golden-pink petals on the road, creating a flower-covered path.

Locke looked curiously at the magical carriage convoy. A second-circle wizard stood atop a tall, magnificent horse—the Azure Thunder Steed. This second-circle wizard was also adorned with various gold ornaments, even more extravagantly than Alaric, and carried a golden sword at his waist. His expression was quite arrogant. This second-circle wizard was not old; although he was a second-circle wizard, he was probably only in his early twenties.

At this moment, the second-circle wizard addressed Locke: “Is the visitor Locke; Mr. Augustine?”

Locke nodded.

The second-circle wizard said, “My master has admired you for a long time and wishes to meet you.”

Locke asked, “Who is your master?”

The second-circle wizard’s face immediately showed pride, and he arrogantly said, “My master is the fourth prince of the Golden Dynasty, a personal student of the Russell Throne, and the sole heir to Silver City.”

“Lord Appian!”

“Lord Appian wishes to meet you in person.”

Locke looked at the most luxurious carriage in the procession and said, “Very well. Then let’s get off the carriage and meet in the Silver Peach Garden.” At this moment, Locke was unsure of the other party’s intentions, so he deliberately tested the waters.

The second-circle wizard’s expression stiffened for a moment. He looked at the carriage and, seeing that Appian inside didn’t react, turned to Locke and said, “Lord Augustine, my master invites you to his carriage for a meeting.”

“Please, come aboard and meet him.”

Locke frowned. Although the odds were low, who knew what was inside the carriage? What if it was full of magical traps? Besides, these magical carriages were all extremely luxurious composite magical artifacts, and even the warhorses pulling them were magical warhorses with special bloodlines, each one tall, powerful, and full of strength. Moreover, he had never met the so-called Fourth Prince, nor had he had any dealings with the Golden Dynasty’s royal family. Therefore, Locke instinctively wanted to refuse.

Locke calmly said to the second-circle wizard on horseback, “The interior of the carriage is cramped and not convenient for conversation. You are guests from afar; please come to the reception area of my Silver Peach Garden headquarters.”

Locke didn’t give them time to react and turned to walk back to Silver Peach Garden.

At this moment, from the most luxurious carriage in the magic carriage procession—the one with golden, glassy phoenix patterns carved on its axles—a young voice rang out.

“You seem to have misunderstood, Wizard Locke. I am a disciple of the Russell Throne. It’s just that my teacher, Russell, often mentions you to me, and even said he gave you information on the Golden Spell. I recently came to the Tianjiang River region, unfamiliar with its customs and the local power structure. Furthermore, it’s both a matter of courtesy and reason that I should meet with you, the wizard my teacher so highly praises. Therefore, I have come to visit you.”

“Please forgive my wicked servant for his disrespectful words.”

The silk curtains of the luxurious carriage were lifted, and a pale-faced young man stepped out. His face was devoid of color, his pupils were golden, and he had a full head of black hair. He slowly alighted from the carriage.

“A gathering inside the Silver Peach Garden is also possible. Let me introduce myself; I am the wizard Appian.”

Locke noticed that for a fleeting moment, the young man was scrutinizing him, even showing a hint of apprehension in his eyes, but this was only for a moment before the young man immediately concealed these expressions.

This was Locke’s first time seeing a prince of the Golden Dynasty.

The young man wore a special wizard’s robe woven from gold thread, adorned with countless dazzling gemstones. He possessed a complete set of rings containing various powerful gemstones, covering all ten fingers. He also wore a sapphire ancestral stone pendant and a ruby ancestral stone pendant in each earlobe.

Locke remembered these two ancestral stones; one seemed to increase total magical pressure, and the other to enhance physical constitution.

The other party was clearly also a gem collector.

Locke bowed to the wizard Appian, pondering his intentions—was he here to test him, seek cooperation, or simply, as he claimed, want to meet him?

However, the Golden Dynasty seemed to have a partnership with the Sunlit Umbrella Court, having summoned the fourth prince of the Golden Dynasty as a guest tutor; logically, Locke and Appian were still competitors.

But Locke only thought about it for a moment before deciding to stop thinking about it. Although the other party’s visit was certainly for ulterior motives,

there was no need for him to overthink it.

The wizard Appian chuckled arrogantly, “Alaric is also a younger brother I’ve taken good care of. I heard you’re friends with him, so I couldn’t refuse to see him on this trip to the Tianjiang River. But I don’t know why, when I first met Mr. Augustine, he seemed so familiar. Perhaps it’s fate.”

Locke gestured for him to enter, then turned and went into the Silver Peach Garden headquarters.

The second-ring wizard immediately jumped off his horse in dissatisfaction and looked at the wizard Appian, saying, “This… Your Highness…”

The wizard Appian raised his hand, stopping him from continuing.

The Golden Dynasty’s dynastic system had long since become a mere formality, so these so-called princes were essentially titles, not status. Any wizard from the border between the Dark and Bright, as long as they had enough talent and repeatedly won against others, could eventually obtain this title. There were countless princes from the genius youth class in the border between the Dark and Bright, but Appian himself belonged to the Russell Throne side,

not the genius youth class.

The prince represented his status as an absolute young genius in the realm between light and darkness.

Appian looked at the silver-clad peach orchard before him, a rare look of fear appearing in his eyes.

“This is probably it. According to my dream, this is the first location where the undead calamity erupted.”

Appian possessed a special ability: from childhood, he would have prophetic dreams. In these dreams, he would experience his entire life, and upon waking, he would retain these memories and discover that these events would occur in the near future.

Using this special ability, he rose from a wizard apprentice with only level 3 gold element talent to become the fourth prince.

But not long ago, Appian had a nightmare in which his continuous dream series of over twenty years ended for the first time.

He named these prophetic dreams “Golden Dream Memory.”

Golden Dream Memory was not an ordinary precognitive dream, nor was it ordinary magic; it was more like a reborn person traveling back in time and mistaking the memories of their previous life for a dream.

Appian looked at the silver-clad peach orchard, his eyes revealing a carefully concealed terror.

“But in my ‘reborn’ memories, for some reason, this Locke Augustine wizard was never mentioned from beginning to end. Yet now he’s here, at the very spot where the undead calamity first broke out. Is he from the undead side? I must stop what happened in that dream.”

According to his “reborn” memories, he, the fourth prince of the border region between light and darkness, was sent to participate in the Star Ring Genius Competition held in the Star Domain Sea.

He was quickly defeated by the various freaks there.

But somehow, an undead calamity broke out along the Tianjiang River, and black wizards filled the sky and the earth, most of them… The commoner wizards all sided with the dark wizard, who ultimately died under the siege of several frost bone dragons. A cold glint flashed in Appian’s eyes.

No.

If he could do it all over again, he certainly wouldn’t end up like that. Since he had already seen what the future would bring through the Golden Dream Memory, he only needed to make good use of these information gaps. The Two Rivers Coast Fund would be his, the enormous profits from the Starfield Sea relocation opportunity would be his,

and he would also suppress and stop the undead calamity.

Everything would be his!

First and foremost, the wizard before him.

Appian curled the corners of his lips into a faint smile, as if everything was under his control.

“Based on the timeline, the Calamity of the Dead shouldn’t have erupted yet. But there are definitely signs here. Locke; Augustine, I don’t care who you are, I’m going to find these signs today.”

Appian, accompanied by his wizard servants, entered the Silver Peach Garden.

He was very elegant, nodding to each employee of the Silver Peach Garden, then walked to the reception area, and after giving Locke a greeting of equal respect, sat down opposite him.

Locke looked at him with some surprise.

“Wizard Appian, Throne Russell did indeed give me guidance. Alaric is also a good friend of mine. Hmm? What are you nervous about?” Wizard Appian smiled, “Nervous? How could I be nervous? What do I have to be nervous about?”

He stopped looking around.

Wizard Appian said, “I came to the Silver Peach Garden to purchase some magical plants. Of course, I also want to conduct some business cooperation. However, this needs to be based on my understanding of your Silver Peach Garden.”

Locke looked at him thoughtfully.

“Hmm. This is all public area, you can see it anyway.”