Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 815

Chapter 812 The Idea of Atavism

Locke took out his library card. After looking at it, the witch Lana gave him a strange expression. “Come with me, Locke Augustine.”

“I haven’t seen such an interesting young wizard in a long time.”

“However, our Rose Council’s library is different from the libraries of Bonifacius University and Mount Golden Crown. Without someone you know, you’ll have a hard time getting around here.”

The witch Lana turned and gestured for Locke to follow.

Locke naturally chose to follow. After all, all the wizards in this library were looking at him strangely. Having a familiar Sun Ring wizard leading him made things much easier.

The witch Lana led Locke to a human wizard in the free area of the second ring. This human generalist wizard, Wizard Bill, was a tall, thin man with a buzz cut, wearing a black wizard’s robe, and as thin as a bean sprout.

Wizard Bill looked at Locke with surprise and said, “A wizard from out of town? That’s quite a sight.”

He looked at Witch Lana and asked, “And this is…?”

Witch Lana raised her chin and crossed her arms. She was wearing a wizard’s robe adorned with pale blue roses (Ocean Princess) on the shoulders, and looked extremely beautiful.

“He’s one of my admirers. Please try your best to fulfill any needs he may have,”

Wizard Bill said, bowing to Witch Lana.

“I understand, Teacher Lana.”

The witch Lana looked at Locke and explained, “In the Rose Council’s library, if you ask a generalist wizard what specific spellbook you want to search for, and tell them the relevant keywords, they will often give you two different answers.”

“If you encounter a wizard who isn’t part of our inner circle, you can just give a perfunctory answer. After all, only generalist wizards themselves possess such a vast amount of data; whether they actually have it or not, only they know.”

“Therefore, if you don’t know a generalist here, you’ll have to find certain spellbooks yourself.”

Locke suddenly understood. He turned to look at Wizard Bill, who was tall and thin. The wizard’s expression remained unchanged, only a faint smile on his face, as if what the witch Lana had just said had nothing to do with him.

Locke bowed to the witch Lana and said, “Thank you.”

The witch Lana nodded.

“This is nothing to me. I just find you amusing that you actually dared to come to our Rose Council’s library. Locke, good luck. By the way, I’d like to see your Ecological Alliance type spell; just show me the effect.”

Locke smiled wryly; the other party had noticed that he had taken a different path.

Locke didn’t refuse, taking his hands out of the pockets of his wizard’s robe. He opened his right hand, and a beam of bright moonlight appeared in his hand.

As a Sun Ring Wizard, Lana immediately understood.

“I see, it’s using your powerful magic of moonlight? Interesting, but it’s not relevant to me. Besides, physical ecological corridors can establish much stronger biomass exchanges.”

Locke nodded in acknowledgment.

“Yes, but Lady Lana, I only need to establish connections with other forests.”

Lana flipped her slender left hand, and a sacred path formed by trees on both sides appeared. This sacred ecological corridor collided with the moonlight in Locke’s hand, easily shattering the sacred path.

Lana smiled.

“Just as I thought.”

“You see, ecological corridors protected by divine intervention possess great resilience, while those without divine protection are easily destroyed.” A

golden halo shone in the left pupil of the witch Lana. She saw through Locke’s essence, recognizing a vast forest within him, with a full moon above it, connecting him to four other forests through its light.

She showed surprise.

“Interesting magical power. But still too fragile and immature. If you encounter a true sage, you will suffer greatly.”

The witch Lana, worthy of her title as a Sun Ring Wizard, pointed out Locke’s ecological corridor’s current problems with ease.

His ecological corridor was like an egg without a shell, too fragile.

Locke seemed thoughtful, a deep expression on his face. He then bowed to the witch Lana, thanking her, “Thank you for your guidance. However, I believe my path is not wrong, but compared to you, I still have much room for growth.”

A look of surprise flashed in the witch Lana’s eyes.

Given her personality, if Locke had truly accepted her advice and changed course, she would have immediately adopted her usual approach to instructing students. However, Locke’s insistence on his own ideas made her think more highly of him.

The witch Lana smiled, “Perhaps that’s true. I must apologize for stopping you from pursuing this path during your Crystallization Wizard stage. At the time, I thought you weren’t ready. But now it seems you certainly are.”

The witch Lana looked at Wizard Bill and said, “Look, this is the attitude of a true wizard. This is the thirst for knowledge! I would be at ease if my students had half his independence.”

“They all really wish they could become another me, but they lack the wisdom to learn from me,”

Wizard Bill said, maintaining his smile, but the thought of the witch Lana’s unpredictable moods filled him with apprehension.

“Yes, Teacher Lana.”

The witch Lana seemed to have her own business and quickly left the library.

Only after she left did Wizard Bill finally exhale a sigh of relief.

Locke looked at Wizard Bill with a puzzled expression and asked, “Wizard Bill, you seem quite afraid of the Witch Lana. She seems very kind.”

Wizard Bill gave a complicated look.

“Not at all. It’s just that you haven’t spent much time with her, so you have a biased view of her.”

“If you spent more time with her, you would definitely feel afraid too. Alright, Wizard Augustine, what kind of documents are you looking for?”

Locke became serious and stated the keywords for the two aspects he needed, mainly the mechanical analysis of the foot’s force on wizard shoes, and information related to imaginary roots. Wizard

Bill’s expression didn’t change. He wasn’t a magic weaver, so he felt no pressure telling Locke about magic weaver information.

“So many keywords! If it were someone else, I would just give a perfunctory answer and find you a few random books. Wait a moment, I’ll seriously use the [Memory Palace] to search for you.”

Locke nodded.

Clearly, the infighting within the Rose Council’s library was even more intense.

While there are still quite a few ‘lone wolves’ on Mount Golden Crown, it seems that within the Rose Council, it’s impossible to move an inch without joining a team.

This might be related to the small-circle nature of the Flower Language Masters’ Association and the Magic Weavers’ Association.

Essentially, it’s directly related to the personalities, numbers, and ideas of the high-level wizards at the top of this discipline.

After obtaining the pile of documents, Locke found a place with magical bouquets. The fragrance emanating from these bouquets could actually clear one’s mind and speed up thinking.

Locke sat on the sofa and began reading.

First, the witch Lana reminded him that his Forest Alliance’s ecological corridor needed protection, but he didn’t have a good way to improve it in the short term.

This was because the Forest Alliance spell involved the very foundation of his power system.

And every improvement to this foundation required a great deal of resources and time, perhaps even a lot of experimentation.

Three days later, Locke discovered that the Rose Council was actually heading in a similar direction to Mount Golden Crown in terms of breeding science.

Boniface University’s breeding program primarily focuses on urban greening, while the magical plants cultivated by Golden Crown Mountain and the Rose Council are undoubtedly geared towards agriculture.

Whether it’s crops or the cultivation of numerous rose-type magical plants that support the third-level discipline of Rose Language, this magical plant breeding falls under the umbrella of agriculture—

albeit a form of leisure agriculture.

Essentially, it’s all high-value agricultural production.

“The Rose Council and Golden Crown Mountain are essentially two high-value-added agricultural universities,”

Locke pondered. “No wonder there’s a conflict between the Rose Throne and the Red Dragon Throne.”

“And the foot-stress analysis of these wizard shoes is something I’ve never considered before—the comfort of wearing wizard shoes. It’s just a detail, but perfecting it can greatly enhance my products.”

Locke copied down some key points he needed and continued to ask Wizard Bill for more information.

Two weeks had passed, almost half a month had gone by, and most of the wizards in the Rose Council were too busy to notice him. However, a small number of wizards, especially the magic weavers, had clearly heard about Locke.

These wizards whispered among themselves, speculating about Locke’s intentions.

The Moon Ring wizard Holm stood on a high building, looking down in Locke’s direction. His face was grim; he clearly hadn’t expected to see the young wizard who had been giving him a headache lately in the Rose Council’s library.

“Who the hell let him in?”

Holm forced a smile.

Meanwhile, the magic weavers around him whispered among themselves, “This guy obviously wants to learn from us. Even though it’s some free material, it’ll be difficult for him to get it. The key is, he must have pulled some strings to get Bill to tell him everything and serve him so diligently.”

“Is this still the same Bill?”

one magic weaver asked, looking frustrated.

“That cunning Bill, last time he even extorted 100,000 magic stones from me just to get him to do his research properly. That guy won’t work without a reward.”

“How can Augustine, a foreign wizard, get Bill to obey him so readily?”

Another magic weaver spread his hands and said, “How would we know? This guy is indeed incredibly powerful. He’s even managed to get by in our Rose Council.”

“Can any of you go and find out what he’s here for?”

one magic weaver said. “I’ve already inquired. According to him, he’s here to research and see if he can find a way to mass-produce imaginary roots.”

Holm couldn’t help but chuckle.

The magic weavers exchanged glances and immediately relaxed.

“Even the breeders at our own Rose Council’s Breeder Academy aren’t that skilled. What use is this free material to him? It’s all fifty-year-old research.”

“You won’t find anything useful in old papers.”

Wizard Holm’s smile faded, and he snorted coldly. “What wishful thinking. I think this guy has gone mad because he can’t break through that technical hurdle. Let him be.”

“Anyway, he only has half a month left. If he’s smart, he might focus on digging into our fifty-year-old magic weaver techniques and improve the technical details of his clumsy wizard shoe toys.”

“That way, his thirteenth-rate wizard shoe shop alliance can survive.”

Manager Holm glanced at the magic weavers around him and whispered, “Soras’s bare feet are still the pride of the Rose Council. Everyone, please attend the main event six months from now.”

“Only with the strong support of all alumni and colleagues can our Solas Lightfoot continue to lead the way.”

Some of the magic weavers present nodded in agreement, while others looked troubled, and a small portion even showed anger.

The Rose Council’s magic shoemakers were divided into two factions:

one sided with Solas Lightfoot, and the other with Melochy Magic Steps.

Distinguishing between them was simple: just look at whether their shoes were Solas Lightfoot’s or Melochy Magic Steps’ products.

The Rose Council’s breeders also glared at them, expressing their displeasure at the claim that even their academy’s breeders lacked this ability.

However, many of these people were Lana the Witch’s students or subordinates, so they didn’t have any immediate objections to Locke. After all, Locke not only had no conflict of interest with them, but also seemed to have a good relationship with Lana the Witch.

Therefore, these breeders glared angrily at the magic weavers who had spoken.

…

On the second floor, in the lobby, Locke sat on an exquisite white-gold sofa, reading a spellbook amidst the wonderful fragrance of flowers. It must be said, the Rose Council’s library had many problems, but one thing was exceptionally good:

the pervasive floral scent throughout the library space.

It was simply too beautiful.

One’s sense of smell seemed to conjure up some beautiful picture before them. The Rose Council truly possessed an impressive academic standard in its aesthetic feast.

Locke looked at his notes. His main body was reading here, while his clone was in Golden Crown Mountain, using two sets of laboratories in the Dune Plane to decipher the spell model of the Ghost Lich’s ritual magic.

Locke looked at his notes, slightly troubled, and said, “I still have no clue about the imaginary root contactless connection method. However, I’ve actually found a clue about a half-finished project that Professor Sophia gave me.”

Previously, Sophia’s senior brother had given him a project that used the yellow-cloth mushroom extract to degenerate golden foxtail grass and green foxtail grass into [Golden Wheat].

Golden Wheat, one of the symbols of the boundary between light and darkness, is now extinct.

Locke saw in this project the advantages of Sophia, the witch, as both a potion maker and a breeder; she was clearly attempting to breed magical plants using potion-making techniques.

Hence, this project.

Although it’s only half-finished, she has already managed to induce atavism in two types of foxtail grass using yellow-skinned mushroom extract.

The Starfield Sea believes that even after evolution, a magical plant retains a large number of past plant factors because its plant essence contains redundant plant factors.

This is likely to cope with certain mutations, or in the event of drastic environmental changes, allowing the search for corresponding plant factors within the redundant plant essence pool.

In short, if this is the case, Sophia proposed two points.

First—since a magical plant retains many past plant factors, there must be a way to awaken those dormant plant factors through magical power.

Secondly—since those excess plant factors still exist within the plant essence, it means there must be one or more mechanisms coexisting within a single magical plant, suppressing the expression of those redundant plant factors, thus maintaining the magical plant in its current state.

Therefore, she discovered that the yellow-skinned mushroom extract could disrupt these suppression mechanisms through multiple mechanisms, allowing the plant factors of Golden Wheat hidden within the two types of foxtail grass to appear.

Admittedly, they no longer possess the complete plant factors of Golden Wheat, but…

breeders still have the finite element cultivation method.

By simply cutting off the scattered plant factors of specific Golden Wheat using a magical magnetic field and through artificial design, it might be possible to revive Golden Wheat in the modern magical era.

Of course, so far this is just a beautiful goal.

Moreover, it’s impossible to piece together a complete set of Golden Wheat plant factors from those two types of foxtail grass; the workload is simply too enormous. Without the participation of hundreds of formal wizards, it would be difficult to complete such a large undertaking.

Locke flipped through the magic book. Originally, Locke hadn’t taken this project seriously, but now he understood.

Golden Wheat’s reversion to its ancestral form is a form of atavism.

My own Evolution Moon is a powerful magic primarily based on evolution. If I could add another evolutionary form to my Evolution Moon, it would definitely be a great benefit to my powerful magic.

Clearly, the Witch Sophia had only completed half of the project, judging that continuing it, while achievable, wouldn’t be as valuable to her as she had imagined, so she abandoned it and passed it on to me.

But from another perspective, it’s as if she completed all the preliminary work and then, at the stage of nearing results, handed the project over to me. This

greatly reduced the difficulty of completing my Evolution Moon’s [atavism].

Locke looked at the magic book and pondered: ‘The Witch Sophia stopped because she realized that the Yellow Cloak Potion, made with Yellow Cloak Mushroom Extract, while able to disrupt the expression mechanisms of inhibitory factors in soaked magical plants, couldn’t control which inhibitory mechanisms were disrupted.’

‘This resulted in the atavism of a magical plant being completely random.’ After realizing this, she deemed continuing it pointless, so she stopped and published related articles. After all, just reaching this stage is enough to publish some articles. ‘

Lockes pondered,’ he continued, ‘But she’s different from me. The foundation of my first major magic is evolution. If I could create a reversion to ancestral evolution on par with the Leap Evolution, it would be a huge boost to my power.’

“However, the Rose Council’s method for causing flower color mutations in the same type of rose magical plant has provided me with a solution. Completely random mutations can lead to a chaotic state of plant factors, causing self-destruction, or turning atavism into simple degeneration.”

Locke looked at the spellbook in his hand. The Rose Council had extensive experience using potions to mutate the flower color of rose magical plants and produce different enchantment effects.

These potions also had various side effects, even causing random flower color mutations and chaotic enchantment effects.

Their method seemed to be low-concentration soaking followed by precise pruning.

Even by using low-concentration soaking to reduce the magnitude of flower color mutation, they manually used various devices to prune away the dangerous plant factors that appeared, gradually eliminating the plant factors they didn’t need.

What Locke saw was only fifty years-old technology, but that didn’t matter; he only needed to borrow the idea and slightly borrow their experience.

Because he was different from these wizards, his Evolution Moon had a spell model with extremely large magical runes, which he had traded from the wizard Edgar.

That was the Fiery Tree and Silver Flowers.

“By using the Lunar Cultivation Method to make the spiritual sequence of the magical plant manifest, and then fine-tuning the spell model of the Fire Tree Silver Flower, I should be able to reduce some of the plant factors within the magical plant.”

Locke pondered deeply.

“Using this method, it might actually be much faster than the various equipment used by the Rose Council wizards.”

He was once again grateful to the Catherine witches for arranging his entry into the Dune Plane and discovering the special stone spirit.

The Lunar Cultivation Method was incredibly useful to him.

Locke thought, “In this way, I might be able to directly achieve atavism by soaking in a low-concentration potion and removing artificial pruning. Teacher Sophia has already cleared most of the obstacles ahead for me. For the remaining part, I just need to conduct more experiments and accumulate experience, which should be enough to overcome.”

“Alright, let’s put this aside for now. We’ll conduct some experiments in the second group’s laboratory later to see if we can achieve [atavism].

My main goal now is to think about how to reduce the production cost of the imaginary root.”

Locke looked up and found himself standing in front of a wizard in the crystallization stage.

Locke asked expressionlessly, “Is there something you need?”

Wizard Michael coughed awkwardly. “Hello, Mr. Locke, I’m the first-ring chief designer of Solas’s Barefoot, at least for now.”

Locke’s eyes narrowed.

Wizard Michael placed a magical drawing in front of him. “I wanted to tell you that the Black Hummingbird is an excellent wizard shoe, arguably the best performing first-ring wizard shoe in Cloudswamp Wetlands. But it’s not the best.” “

This is a diagram of the magical pressure on the soles of a first-ring wizard’s feet.”

He turned and quickly left, as if he had a guilty conscience.

Locke picked up the drawing, raised an eyebrow, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

“Hmm? Has the shoemaker’s research on wizard shoes reached this level of detail?”

It was actually a set of diagrams.

It showed the distribution of magical pressure on the soles of forty-seven common first-ring wizards, indicating the pressure exerted by the magical pressure on the soles of the wizard shoes, and then the shape and size that the wizard shoes should be made to fit the magical pressure on the soles of these wizards’ feet.

Locke said, “This… this is indeed what I need right now.”

Locke’s eyes brightened slightly.

“Right, I can look through the records of failed projects from the Rose Council; perhaps some of them are useful. Like the ones I made in the Six Towers.”

At this moment, Wizard Michael turned and ran to the library entrance, his eyes somewhat lost, unsure if he was doing the right thing.

He simply wanted to make a truly perfect pair of wizard shoes.

(End of Chapter)