Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 925

Chapter 920 The terrifying talent of the witch destined to become a Sun-level potion master!

Amidst the horrified gazes of the wizards in the accelerated advancement class, the Sea Queen wrote the four characters “Refine Spirit Macro” in large letters on the blackboard.

Her actions provoked a reaction from the wizards in the accelerated advancement class.

This group of wizards seemed to react extremely strongly, because they hadn’t even begun to complete the first task assigned by the Sea Queen last time, and now her second lesson was going to teach them how to refine Spirit Macro—this was unbelievable and torturous in the eyes of many wizards.

Eve Roland, the witch, immediately raised her hand from her seat. Seeing that the Sea Queen wasn’t looking at her, she stood up defiantly and said to the Sea Queen, “Your Majesty, I have a question. Why are you immediately moving on to the second lesson and assigning us such absurd tasks when so many of us haven’t even finished the assignments for your first class?”

“There are sixteen second-circle wizards here. I’d like to ask you all a simple question: Is a second-circle potion master capable of modifying spirit macros?”

“Your Majesty, is your course design reasonable?”

Eve Roland’s words sparked a discussion among the group. In the Rootcrown Court’s classroom, these second-circle wizards naturally believed they had the support of the Rootcrown Court’s high-circle wizards, so they weren’t particularly afraid of the Sea Queen.

Moreover, the course assignments were completely impossible for them to complete, which naturally caused a commotion among the second-circle wizards.

Eve Roland, the witch, stood up and looked at the Sea Queen’s Throne. To her anger and even despair, the Sea Queen didn’t even look up at her.

At the same time, everyone exchanged glances. Just then, Wizard Alex Walker also stood up from his seat, bowed to the Sea Queen, and asked, “Your Majesty, please forgive Witch Roland’s questioning.”

“It’s just that we have fifteen second-circle potion masters from the Rootcrown Court here, and it’s truly impossible for us to keep up with the curriculum you’ve designed.”

“What do you say, Wizard Locke Augustine?”

the young wizard Alex Walker asked Locke tentatively. Unlike most of the people present, Walker was a rare, relatively young second-circle wizard.

There were two types of potion masters from the Rootcrown Court who entered this accelerated training program: those who had long been unable to advance to second-circle potion masters and entered the program to break through; these were often insecure, so even if they couldn’t keep up, they were currently only disheartened.

The second type of people are wizards like Alex Walker and Roland, who are around forty years old and not particularly outstanding in the Rootcrown Court branch, considered second-tier young wizards.

However, they have a bright future ahead of them.

They entered the Rootcrown Court’s accelerated training program through rigorous competition and selection, having passed an entrance exam.

Therefore, they are naturally unwilling to accept their current situation.

At this moment, faced with Alex Walker’s probing and initial attempt to win them over, Locke pondered for a moment, unsure how to react, but then the Sea Queen spoke.

The Sea Queen rested her chin on her right hand and looked at Wizard Alex Walker, saying, “From the beginning, I’ve only told you that I teach geniuses. I don’t teach the ordinary.

I see some of you are already considering leaving. You can leave if you want.

You’ll only be wasting your time here.”

Wizard Alex Walker met the Sea Queen’s gaze, swallowed hard, and felt immense pressure from their direct eye contact. A bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and fell to the ground.

Wizard Alex Walker thought for a moment, clenching his fists. He finally remembered the price he had paid to enter this class, and he didn’t dare to confront the Sea Queen here.

Wizard Alex Walker could only sit down.

Meanwhile, the Witch Roland, not being a commoner wizard, but having parents who were both Sun Ring Wizards and important figures in the Rootcrown Court branch, was even more spoiled. Naturally, she couldn’t tolerate this.

Roland the Witch recalled the past month or so, during which she had tried every day to separate the two cicada spirit macros, but each day ended in failure, failure, and more failure. Just as she was finding the courage to keep going amidst these failures, the Sea Queen suddenly notified her in the group chat—the second lesson had begun.

Students who hadn’t submitted their assignments for the first lesson didn’t need to submit them again. “

Are you kidding me?!”

Roland the Witch gritted her teeth and bowed to the Sea Queen.

“Your Majesty, this isn’t fair. This way of teaching is completely unfair to me, to all of us.”

“If that’s the case, then I have no choice but to leave.”

The Sea Queen didn’t even look up.

Roland the Witch gritted her teeth again and looked at the two wizards she was on good terms with.

“Edgard Abbas, Thierry Bess, what are you still doing here? Do you think you’re so geniuses that you can skip spirit macro separation and learn spirit macro modification in just one month?”

The two wizards hesitated for a moment, then stood up, bowed to the Sea Queen, and apologized, saying they simply couldn’t continue and had to leave.

Unlike the Witch Roland, the two appeared uneasy, fearing to offend the Throne Queen. However, the Sea Queen never once raised her head to look at them, as if they didn’t exist.

The two wizards immediately lowered their heads and followed the Witch Roland out of the classroom.

The Witch Roland looked as if she had been tricked.

She led her two friends out of the classroom and down the corridor.

Thierry Beth, the wizard, said to Roland, “Roland, you were too reckless. Even if we don’t take Her Majesty’s class, the Sea Queen is a master of enhancement potions from the Xiangshan Islands. We can’t afford to offend such an expert potion master.”

Roland’s eyes were red-rimmed, but she quickly regained her composure. She said in a low voice, “I know my talent is average. In a typical wizarding academy, I would definitely be a genius among geniuses, perhaps even a senior wizarding instructor by now. But in the Rootcrown Court, I’m just a lowly instructor.”

“I know my talent is average…”

“But I don’t want to be treated like air, like nothing. Aren’t you angry? In that awful class, Her Majesty constantly told you that you weren’t worthy of being a second-circle potion master, that you weren’t worthy of her class, that you weren’t a genius, and that you weren’t worthy of trying.”

Roland gritted her teeth.

“I can’t swallow this.”

At that moment, a shadow appeared in front of Roland in the corridor. Edgard Abbas and Thierry Beth looked at each other strangely, while the Wizard John stood before them with a beaming smile.

Wizard John looked at Witch Roland and asked, “Little Roland, what happened? Did you anger the Sea Queen and get kicked out?”

…

Inside the Rootcrown Court classroom, the Sea Queen looked at everyone and asked, “Who else wants to leave?”

The twelve wizards of the Rootcrown Court exchanged glances, each with a troubled expression.

An older wizard cautiously stood up, taking out a set of materials needed to concoct the Potion of Doppelgangers, the most precious of which was the blood of a third-circle wizard reincarnated.

“Your Majesty, obtaining even a set of materials for a second-circle Potion of Doppelgangers requires a considerable amount of money. Just gathering this much material will take a lot of effort for us.”

“Isn’t this too unfair to us…”

the old wizard sighed.

“We just want to become second-circle potion masters. We don’t mean anything else; we just want to continue exploring the truth through potion-making.”

The Sea Queen glanced up at him, then sighed. “Alba Dalton… I understand. Come in.”

A witch of about 20 years old entered through the back door of the classroom. She seemed hesitant, like a naive young girl. She peeked out from the back door and quickly tiptoed into the classroom.

Despite her young age, she possessed crystallized magical pressure.

Locke looked at her in surprise. She was much younger than him, yet she was already a crystallized wizard. At her age, he had only just become a formal wizard.

The Sea Queen: “Alba Dalton is a student I unexpectedly met at a nearby wizarding studio. Alba Dalton, concoct a potion to create a clone in front of me.”

These words immediately caused a huge uproar.

Even Locke looked at the girl in surprise. She was just a Crystallized Wizard, wasn’t she?

The witch Alba Dalton bowed to the Sea Queen and said, “Teacher, yes.”

Locke’s expression changed again. That made sense, because even he could only address Helen as “Sir,” while the Sea Queen had Alba Dalton address her as “Teacher.”

This meant the girl’s talent was enough to pique the Sea Queen’s interest.

However, for a Crystallized Wizard to master Second-Order Potions so early was simply too exaggerated. He wouldn’t believe it without seeing it for himself.

‘Wait… actually, as long as the problem of not being able to see dimensional power with the n*ked eye is solved, and the problem of insufficient magical pressure is resolved, a First-Order Wizard can indeed learn Second-Order Potions. It’s just…’ The prerequisite

for possessing psychic awareness is being able to see the hidden true nature of all things with the n*ked eye. Once seen, psychic awareness arises. Of course, every Second-Order Wizard naturally possesses a certain amount of psychic awareness.

It’s just not much.

This is because Second-Order Wizards can directly see changes in dimensional power with their n*ked eyes, glimpsing a little bit of the hidden true nature.

Locke pondered, “So, as long as the problem of not being able to see the power of the planes is solved, and the difference in magical pressure is resolved, a first-circle wizard isn’t necessarily incapable of learning second-circle potions, it’s just that the difficulty is exceptionally high.

” Could the other person’s talent truly overcome so many obstacles and forcefully learn second-circle potions at the first-circle wizard stage?

At this moment, the witch Alba Dalton picked up a bronze furnace infused with the magic of the Sea Queen. Locke understood; the Sea Queen was providing her with magical power.

Alba Dalton skillfully manipulated the magical flames in her hands. Those flames seemed like her limbs, flowing smoothly and effortlessly. Those flames, possessing terrifying energy and not originally meant for her control, obediently submitted in her hands and, under her control, entered the bronze furnace to begin boiling the potion ingredients.

The potion ingredients were extracted one by one from the flames, their energy essence being refined.

Many second-circle wizards in the audience initially approached the situation with the mindset of a high-circle wizard instructing a low-circle wizard, pointing and commenting intermittently, sometimes nodding in agreement, sometimes frowning in confusion.

Occasionally, someone would exclaim in surprise, noting that the young witch’s magical fire switching speed was simply too fast, a speed that even a first-circle potion master couldn’t achieve.

But as time passed, these second-circle wizards’ reactions diminished, and their expressions grew increasingly solemn.

Seeing a young witch, far inferior to them and whom they could easily kill, performing potions before these self-proclaimed second-circle potions masters, and whose techniques and skills seemed even superior to theirs, they fell silent. At

this moment, the witch Alba Dalton took out two Double-Singing Cicadas from her astral ring. She took a deep breath, seemingly nervous herself; in fact, her hands holding the cicadas trembled, and her body quivered beneath her wizarding robes.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, but strangely, despite the profuse perspiration, not a single drop fell into the bronze furnace.

Locke, watching the witch, also became serious.

Her technique, her manipulation of magical flames, and the accuracy of her strikes were terrifying, practically flawless.

At this moment, Alex Walker even suddenly stood up.

“How is this possible?”

Because on the platform, the crystallized witch had precisely struck two Spirit Macros together, and then the two Spirit Macros immediately separated, evenly dividing into four parts.

Then, as if forgetting something, she suddenly began flipping through a spellbook. She frowned as she looked at the book, seemingly trying to memorize its contents.

Alba Dalton, the witch, suddenly seemed to realize something. She then manipulated four macrophages, combining them together. She then deciphered two of the macrophages, translating them into ritual actions. Alba

Dalton asked, “Three bows?”

Alex Walker, the wizard in his seat, swallowed hard.

“Such high psychic awareness. Her perception of macrophages is too high.”

“Is this really not a high-ring wizard who drank a transformation potion?”

An old second-ring wizard behind him stroked his white beard and smiled wryly.

“It’s really… too disheartening. Although I don’t want to admit it, this witch is so weak in my eyes.”

The old wizard’s right eye was an alchemical magic eye, its three layers of gears spinning rapidly, observing the girl’s magic power.

“Indeed, although she’s quite good for her age, her natural defensive field’s spell model is full of flaws, like paper in front of me. Sigh. She’s definitely not a high-ring wizard in disguise. That’s talent, isn’t it? She’s a born potion master.”

The old wizard stood up from his seat, utterly humiliated by such a blow.

He bowed to the Sea Queen’s throne, then said nothing and walked out of the classroom.

After he left, another wizard gritted his teeth, stood up, bowed, and walked out of the classroom.

Wizard Alex Walker said in a low voice, “Two more colleagues have left. Now there are only ten colleagues left. Aren’t you all going to persevere? We’ve put in a lot of effort to get this opportunity.”

The remaining wizards smiled bitterly upon hearing this. If it weren’t for the sunk costs, if it weren’t for that sliver of hope, if it weren’t for that bit of pride, they wouldn’t be here to suffer this humiliation.

At this moment, the witch Alba Dalton had finished concocting a potion to create a clone. She looked as if she had shed a layer of skin, her entire body drenched in sweat, and her face extremely pale.

She bowed with difficulty to the Sea Queen.

“Teacher, I’m finished. I’m sorry, because my magic power was insufficient, I couldn’t concoct a perfect clone potion.”

“I made several mistakes during the concoction process,”

the Sea Queen said coldly. “Where did you go wrong?”

After bowing, the witch Alba Dalton immediately said, “Mainly in these places…”

The wizards below were stunned, because the witch Alba Dalton had pointed out seven errors, most of which they hadn’t noticed, or didn’t know were errors.

So, it turned out that while she, with her crystallized wizard level of magic, could concoct a second-circle potion, that wasn’t impressive; what was more impressive was that she was simply hampered by insufficient magical pressure, preventing her from concocting the perfect clone potion she envisioned.

Many wizards immediately realized that this witch possessed a special understanding of potions.

Locke sat in his seat, deep in thought.

“Seven places? I thought there were eight. If she could have pre-rotated the two spirit potions about 3 degrees to the left before they collided, it would have been better.” “

But never mind, she’s just a crystallized wizard after all. She’s done very well.”

The Sea Queen stood on the platform and said, “Does anyone have any objections now?”

The audience was silent.

After all, the fact that a crystallized wizard had created a clone potion meant that they, as second-ring wizards, were going to say that the Sea Queen’s curriculum was too difficult and unreasonable, and that’s why they couldn’t complete it, forcing the Queen to revise the curriculum for them?

As a group of second-ring wizards, they couldn’t afford to lose face in front of a crystallized witch.

The Sea Queen introduced Alba Dalton to the group: “This is someone I believe will definitely become a Sun Ring Potions Master, an Expert Potions Master, and even a Third Ring Potions Master through hard work.” “

And she is currently just a Crystallized Wizard. However, she possesses a special soul talent; her soul is extremely unique. Although she has some normal vision, it’s not much. The

thing she’s seen most often since childhood is spirit light.” Alba Dalton looked at everyone blankly, her face slightly flushed, especially when she saw Locke, she fearfully hid towards the Sea Queen.

“That lord… he’s so fierce.”

“He’s so contradictory…”

Alba Dalton hesitated.

“He’s so fierce, yet he gives off a very gentle feeling.”

The Sea Queen glanced at her.

“What you see of Ling Hong right now is too superficial, so you’re just mistaking it.”

“Don’t rely too much on Ling Hong’s abilities, Alba Dalton witch; that will make you lose your judgment of the real world. In the wizarding world, having the wisdom to judge others is a basic ability.”

Alba Dalton immediately lowered her head.

The Sea Queen said, “Therefore, I still maintain my previous view—only true potions geniuses are suitable for my courses. Furthermore, my course will not change; today we will still be having a Ling Hong refinement course.”

“If anyone has other opinions, they can leave now.”

“I will not hold anyone accountable. Many of you are not relevant to my course anyway.”

The Sea Queen paused, noticing that only eleven remained, making twelve with the addition of the Alba Dalton witch. She felt a pang of regret, as she hadn’t expected only five to be eliminated this time.

Interesting.

Were these wizards from the Rootcrown Court determined to challenge her?

The Sea Queen twirled the pen in her left hand, flicked the dreadlocks around her neck, and then looked with interest at Alex, who was giving her a defiant look.

With a wave of her hand, two magical chalks automatically jumped onto the blackboard, began sketching, and then drew two structural diagrams of the spirit world.

“The so-called modification of the spirit macro means adding another spirit macro to the originally separate and reunited Cicada spirit macros.”

“That is, using multiple spirit macros in one potion. To make the [Teleportation] potion.”

“Of course, with your current spiritual understanding, you certainly cannot do this, I know that. But because of the special nature of the Cicada spirit macro, it becomes possible to do so. In fact, if you can make good use of this, it can become your unique skill in the future.”

The witch Alba Dalton whispered, “Teacher, is it because when two Cicada spirit macros are combined into one, you can add another spirit macro to it, turning three spirit macros into one, and then you can transcribe it into a ritual action?” Locke, sitting

in his seat, lowered his head and pondered the possibility. He had already thought of what Alba Dalton was talking about, but the problem was that it was actually a very difficult thing to do, even though it sounded simple.

Because the connection between the Cicada spirit macros needed to be seamless and work together perfectly, once a foreign object was added, the two would not be able to combine.

The Sea Queen said to Alba Dalton, “Go and sit down, join them in the lecture. Sit next to Locke Augustine, the wizard.”

Locke nodded to Alba Dalton, who stood and bowed to him before taking her seat.

Meanwhile, Locke’s true form had already undergone a long battle in the Supernatural Purgatory, attempting to use its properties to reconcile causality and find the Maxwell wizard.

Within the Supernatural Purgatory, Locke, relying on the power of the Demonic Dragon Rose, defeated the creatures that continuously challenged him. At the same time, he suddenly felt an immense magical pressure descending, incredibly dangerous…

A starlight appeared before his eyes.

This was…

a Star Ring Wizard?

The unique void warning mark on a Star Ring lifeform: the Star Ring?

It was a warning from the void to mortals, because the lifeform before him possessed an excessively high accumulation of magical pressure, far exceeding the norm, so its soul power radiated outwards as a Star Ring!

That was a mark only Star Ring-level lifeforms possessed.

It is said that only beings who have reached a certain level within the second-ring system and possess a certain level of accumulated civilization can trigger the Great Void warning marker.

(End of Chapter)