Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 661

Chapter 658: Super-intuitive Problems and the Mandelbrot Spiral

Chapter 658: Super Intuition Problems and Mandelbrot Spirals
Half a month later, Locke and Witch Charlie, as well as Wizard Warwick and Wizard McKinley, completed the first draft of the long article.

The four decided to revise the manuscript a few more times before submitting it to the Xingyuhai archaeological journal “One Ring History”.

Locke learned from the Ashes Cult that “History of the One Ring” was a journal that Warwick the Wizard and others had dreamed of submitting to, but there was no chance of getting approved before, so they never dared to submit.

After all, submitting an article from here to the Starry Sea would cost a lot of money just for the travel expenses. Since there is no chance of it being approved, there is naturally no need to submit it.

As for who to choose as the corresponding author, the four of them decided to do it themselves.

After all, for the Star Domain Sea, it doesn’t matter who is in charge of communications.

“First Ring History” is the most prestigious first-ring-level journal in Star Domain Sea Archaeology, and it does not discriminate against qualifications that much.

If they fail, they can settle for the next best thing.

At the same time, they will also use this article to apply for the Istria Archaeology Award.

This long article will basically explain their reasons for the removal of the nameless king of the Age of Stars, as well as their investigation of the Age of Mortals and the tomb of the Princess of the Loom.

Of course, Locke and Charlotte the Witch still concealed the last part about the princess.

This part actually states that it is not of much benefit to their current goal of publishing in top journals and awarding archaeology awards, and may even be harmful.

“Master Augustine…Master Warwick, let me give you the information you requested…” The first-class wizard apprentice, the dark wizard, looked very frightened. There was a wound at the corner of his mouth, which made his entire face look like it was cut in two. The wound had not yet healed, and the flesh and blood were exposed.

Locke glanced at his face and frowned slightly. “Are you okay? What kind of face-cutting curse did you cast on yourself?”

This first-class wizard apprentice, the dark wizard, obviously didn’t expect Locke to suddenly ask about his physical condition. He said uncomfortably, “Teacher, the Face-Cutting Curse can make my dark energy talent stronger. My dark energy talent is only level 4, which can’t compare to the Elemental Child, so this is the only way to enhance my undead magic talent.”

Locke frowned slightly. “The disadvantages outweigh the advantages.”

“Level 4 talent… not bad.”

I only had level 3 talent when I was in Lilith’s hut.

Locke glanced at him and said, “Crush the Kurumos obsidian snail and apply it on your face. It can alleviate some of the side effects of the face-cutting curse. I hope this can help you.”

This was probably Locke’s instinct as a potion master, or a habit left over from his time at the Healing Hands in Lilith’s Hut. When he saw the facial curse on the wizard’s face, he immediately and subconsciously thought of a solution and a way to temporarily reduce the side effects.

The first-class wizard apprentice, the dark wizard, was ecstatic and almost immediately knelt down before Locke. “Thank you, teacher.”

“Thank you. You’re… so kind.”

The dark wizard thought for a moment, then handed Locke five hundred magic stones. “Teacher, this is all the magic stones I have now. I give these magic stones to you as a thank you.”

Locke glanced at him and said indifferently: “No. You can go out.”

The dark wizard apprentice was stunned for a moment, and immediately chose to leave the room before Locke could get impatient.

As he walked out, the sunlight shone on his face, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes. “Could it be that this official wizard is hinting at me to give him all my wealth?”

“Why else would he give me guidance?”

A flicker of doubt flashed across the eyes of the first-class wizard apprentice. He looked at a stone at his feet, his confusion growing even more intense. “There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Could it be that the official wizard simply offered some helpful advice?”

“Isn’t that a trap?”

He suddenly fell silent. “Unfortunately, when I first entered wizard society, I didn’t enter the White Wizard Academy.”

…

Inside the residence arranged for Locke by the Ashes Esoteric Order, Locke sat on a leather sofa, took a sip of coffee, and shook his head slightly. “What are these dark wizard students thinking? They actually thought I would value the little money they have.”

“They actually thought I was just giving them a heads-up to ask for money.”

“Forget it. It’s not the good man’s fault that he’s in a bad place.” Locke said, “I’m just acting out of my potion master’s instinct.”

He waved his hand, and a historical projection spell model appeared before his eyes.

An ancient flower appeared before him.

Locke took the information and began comparing it to the ancient flower. “The botanical data from the Black Wizard Academy is incredibly limited, but it’s sufficient. Yes, my guess was correct. The distribution of petals and leaves on this ancient flower is completely abnormal. It’s truly bizarre, unsurprisingly an unnatural plastic flower manufactured by the Tower of the Black Sun.”

“This is incredibly strange. This isn’t a plant at all.”

“Generally speaking, magical flowers are arranged in a spiral and grow according to certain mathematical rules. This allows for optimal and suboptimal allocation of resources: light, space, water, magical tides, and growth dynamics.”

“It’s usually a golden angle spiral, an equidistant spiral, an equiangular spiral, or some kind of composite spiral, but they all conform to a certain mathematical beauty that comes from the optimal allocation of resources.”

“But this ancient flower… the reason it gives me such a strange feeling is because it doesn’t conform to the natural laws of growth.”

According to his own spell model, Locke used a magic feather pen to draw a unique spiral on the drawing. It was a spiral that would never appear in natural growth due to energy utilization.

“Between each nine-petaled flower, smaller flowers grow, and within each flower, smaller flowers grow, like nested spirals. There is no regularity or symmetry, it’s all random.”

“From a microscopic perspective, the lines on the flower’s surface also run through this spiral… This spiral is very unique, but there’s something called the Mandelbrot spiral that’s very similar, almost identical. It’s just that this spiral can’t be seen in botany.”

“Only a few cauliflower plants and a few fern plants have leaves that might bear a slight resemblance, but they’re definitely different. But within the realm of the School of Evocation, this pattern is ubiquitous, found in lightning and water magic. This is because Mandelbrot spirals are most common in rivers and lightning.”

Locke had a strange expression on his face. “It’s clearly a fake plastic flower, not a flower at all, yet it insists on pretending to be one.”

“Since it is a flower that mimics a real one, the growth patterns and patterns of its flowers and leaves are completely different from those of plants, but rather resemble lightning and river eddies.”

“So random.”

“I’m going to record this spiral curve first. This new spiral is similar to the Mandelbrot spiral, but slightly different. It seems to be some kind of energy-locking structure.”

“If we continue to study, we may find something new.”

Locke sat on the sofa and felt the weirdness of the flower more and more.

No wonder King Otto told himself not to touch it, not to be curious about it, and believed that there was no benefit in studying it.

Locke took out a seed of this flower from the Star Ring, took off the Angel’s Tear bracelet, and then cut his index finger with an ordinary grafting knife, and some blood immediately flowed out of the index finger.

“As long as I drop my blood on this seed, this plastic flower will bloom according to King Otto’s description…”

“My super intuition tells me that I… should drip blood on it.”

Locke looked at the seed, placed it on the table with his left hand, and then moved his right hand fingers over it, just as he was about to flip it over, but at this moment, Locke suddenly withdrew his hand. “This is not right.”

“King Otto told me that if the Tower of the Black Sun is to spread the ancient flower, it will also require the use of sacrificial magic to spread a rain of blood. This flower once destroyed a great dynasty. I must handle it with caution.”

Locke pondered, “But my intuition tells me… I should immediately sprinkle a drop of blood on this seed. Wait, this intuition comes from the blood of the dragon.”

“The Demonic Dragon Bloodline is on my side most of the time. But last time, they backstabbed me. It was the teacher who helped me with the Peach-bow Thorn Arrow.”

Locke took out the Ganoderma lucidum magic plant and at the same time sent a video conversation request to the witch Ekaterina.

You should ask the teacher.

This matter is very serious.

To Locke’s surprise, he originally thought that the witch Ekaterina might not pay attention to him, but she answered the call directly.

Witch Ekaterina sat in front of the dressing mirror with her hair loose, while a half-dragon maid was combing her hair.

The half-dragon maid was a magic hairsmith, a niche profession in the school of prophecy.

By cutting hair, one can change a person’s appearance, thereby indirectly changing a person’s luck, or making him look more majestic, or developing in the direction that the wizard needs.

Every morning, witch Catherine needs to hire a magic hairdresser to take care of her hair.

Witch Ekaterina looked at Locke. “Long time no see, Locke. When are you planning to come back?”

Locke said, “Teacher, thank you for your concern. My sister and I are guests at the Ashes Esoteric Cult, and the experience is good so far.”

He simply recounted what had happened, going over everything except the details concerning the princess quickly and simply.

Witch Ekaterina is not only an archaeological wizard, but also a three-ring wizard, so it’s okay to say it.

Apart from herself and Witch Charlie, she had no other archaeological wizards.

Since it was just about the princess, Locke used a simple description, skipping the details and specific content.

For example, he only said that the Black Sun Tower had cursed the owner of the tomb and the nameless king to expel their names, and he wanted to find out some kind of message that the owner of the tomb left for him.

Use this method to avoid the impact of the curse of expulsion on yourself.

Witch Ekaterina applied her special lipstick and said, “Oh, you did the right thing. Don’t study that resin ball outside of the Golden Crown Mountain.”

Locke said, “Teacher, so, Jinmaon Mountain has a way to fight against the curse of expulsion?”

Witch Ekaterina said, “Yes. There is a way.”

Only then did Locke realize that the magic pressure of King Otto, the overlord of the former Star Age, might be just as great as that of Witch Catherine.

After all, both of them are relatively close to the fourth-ring wizard.

Even though King Otto’s magic pressure is slightly higher, it is not much higher, and Witch Ekaterina has the magic crystallization of modern magic civilization.

Witch Ekaterina said, “If it’s just the side effects of the expulsion curse, you don’t need to worry. As one of the seven top schools in Yunze Wetland, Golden Crown Mountain is naturally not afraid of the side effects of a mere expulsion curse.”

“But you don’t study it in other areas.”

“You’re going to die, Locke.”

Locke was shocked.

Sure enough, my previous judgment was correct.

Witch Ekaterina said, “Show me the seeds of that so-called plastic flower.”

Locke turned around, pointed the Ganoderma lucidum magic plant at the table, and showed the seeds of the ancient flower to Witch Ekaterina.

Queen Catherine was initially nonchalant, meticulously applying lipstick, but upon seeing the seeds on the table, she let out a soft “hmm.” “Tower of the Black Sun…”

“This thing… has traces of ritual magic on it. Also, it’s not a seed, it’s a man-made artifact. And it’s an artifact disguised as a normal seed.”

Locke asked doubtfully, “Teacher, do you see the trick?”

Witch Ekaterina said, “Well. Stay away from that ominous thing.”

“You said before that dripping your blood on it would make it ‘grow’. I advise you not to. You’re my last disciple, and I really don’t want to see Xia Li bring back a dried corpse of yours.”

Locke was startled. “Teacher? My super-intuition confirmed my safety and urged me to drip the blood as soon as possible.”

The witch Ekaterina looked thoughtful. “Hmm… one can’t disbelieve in prophetic abilities, not completely. But anyway, this is just a magical artifact. Let me ask you, since it’s a magical artifact, it can’t grow like a true seed. So, what does it need to come to life and grow like a natural creation?”

Locke was shocked. “Take my life…it will have life.”

Witch Ekaterina smiled and said, “Quite clever. But your status is not high enough. If you become a second-ring wizard, I think your status will be sufficient.”

“Sacrificial magic has long since disappeared, replaced by ritual magic. You could observe the seeds and make careful reference and comparison, and you might also gain something.”

“As for dripping blood?”

“I advise you not to.”

Locke saluted the witch Ekaterina and said, “Teacher, thank you for your reminder. It saved me from disaster.”

A cold sweat broke out on Locke’s back.

This kind of super ancient item is really too dangerous. I didn’t expect that I almost killed myself just now.

Witch Ekaterina said, “It’s not like I saved you. Since you came to me specifically for this matter, it means you already have doubts.”

“Locke, you should be more cautious with these ancient artifacts. They have mysterious origins and are fraught with danger. They are not harmless little white rabbits that you can toy with at will.”

Locke saluted Ekaterina again. “Thank you for your reminder, Teacher.”

Witch Ekaterina said, “Show me your full moon growth.”

Locke chanted a spell and summoned a full moon.

The witch Ekaterina watched the scene with satisfaction. “Yes, the essence of this great magic is very high.”

“Although it was still very simple and crude, nothing at all, it at least had a very high foundation from the beginning.”

“Rather than a small but comprehensive maximal magic, I hope you can choose a maximal magic with lofty goals and simple yet temporary ones. With a lofty goal, even if you can’t achieve it, at least you will gain more in the process of striving to achieve it.”

(End of this chapter)