Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 280 - 62: A Young Man Arrives at the Potion Departme

Chapter 280: Chapter 62: A Young Man Arrives at the Potion Departnt_2

A high-rise building that’s specifically painted white on the exterior, sitting notably next to an unattractive low-rise building of dung yellow hue.

An askew sign is tacked outside the low-rise building gate, inscribed with the word “Potion Departnt”.

“This is your workplace. Take this and go report to old Morpheus, the Head of the Potion Departnt,” a frivolous man stepped off the vehicle, and handed Link a sealed appointnt letter. Before walking off, he finally introduced himself, “lam Assad Kenneth, hope you enjoy working here, hehehe…”

As the off- road vehicle sped away, Link was left standing alone, the echo of Assad Kenneth’s eerie laughter reverberating in his ears.

It sort of felt like schadenfreude, as if he was there to watch so sort of show.

Could there be sothing wrong with the Potion Departnt?

Link glanced at the ostentatious white skyscraper in the distance, then at the bland low- rise building of a dung yellow hue, along with its crooked door sign.

Very peculiar indeed.

He braced himself for any potential eccentric leaders.

Regardless, it was crucial to report first, the job cos next.

Link walked into the Potion Departnt with his bag.

The lobby was devoid of any person.

There existed a layout map and a guide placard hung across the entrance wall.

After checking the map to find the Head’s Office, Link strode towards it, undeterred by the anonymous looks trailing him.

Knock, knock, knock…

Gently rapping the door, Link was startled by the loudness of the knock.

“Co in.”

A voice, as large as a bell, echoed from inside the room.

Almost as loud as the aggressive music Assad Kenneth had blasted during their drive.

Leaving a vibrating sensation in one’s ears.

Link pushed the door open and entered.

The office was neither spacious nor small, perhaps around twenty square ters.

The arrangent was simple: two file cabinets, an office desk, a “sofa” for guests, and a few potted plants.

Seated behind the office desk was an old man, with a scar-ridden face and only one ear left.

His back rigidly upright, his bright eyes were fixed on the incoming Link, projecting a compelling aura that demanded respect.

This aura reminded Link of a soldier more than it did of a wizard.

After placing his luggage down at the door, Link walked unhurriedly over to the office desk and delivered the appointnt letter with both hands. He then declared loudly, “Reporting in, Link Grande, as ordered.”

“Hmm.”

Apparently pleased with Link’s style of greeting, the old man retracted his overwhelming presence, humd an affirmation, and then began to read the appointnt letter.

Before long, the old man put down the letter and turned his eyes towards Link. He bood, “I’m aware of your circumstances and there’s no issue with the human resources arrangent. I’ll issue you a slip. You will collect your supplies, settle your accommodation, and be on standby to assu your position.”

“Thankyou, Head.”

Link responded heartily.

With a stroke, the old man jotted down a few lines, signed his na, and stamped a private seal.

In no ti, a pass containing verifiable information was conjured.

“I only assud office yesterday as well. I hope we will work well together.”

As he handed over the pass to Link, the old man advised him with sincerity. He then waved a hand, uttering, “Off you go.”

“Yes.”

Now in possession of the pass, holding his bag, Link left the Head’s office for the logistics office, as stated on the pass.

The office layout was imprinted certainly in his mind, leaving no mistake.

The logistics office was easy to locate.

The administrative process went smoothly, without the slightest hitch.

The logistics team, which consisted of only five mbers, assigned one person specifically to guide Link to his individually arranged dormitory.

Hmm…all the logistics team mbers are wizard apprentices.

This made Link curious.

He stored away this information for future reference.

The low-rise Potion Departnt building seed trivial but covered an expansive area.

Exiting the back door and crossing a small courtyard led to the residential zone.

It consisted of similar low-rise buildings with a dung-yellow exterior, in tune with the barren yellow landscape of the Desolate World.

From any perspective, whether overlooking from above or at ground level, it was entirely unremarkable.

Its unnoticeable status was sothing Link appreciated.

Because being invisible ans that in case of ergencies, they would be less likely to be noticed and targeted.

Upon reaching the dormitory, he declined any assistance from the logistics team mber.

Link tidied up his dormitory himself and seated himself at the desk. He began to review all his experiences upon his arrival in this Desolate World.

He indeed uncovered an issue.

This Desolate World was a dead world.

As the rear base for the frontline battlefield of Wizard Palo, it was responsible for logistic supplies, Army rest, and collection and distribution of personnel and supplies.

By custom, the dical Departnt is at the frontline, and the Potion Departnt is at the rear.

Therefore, the Potion Departnt was set up here.

Based on the needs of the dical Departnt, the Potion Departnt was in charge of research and concoction of various potions to supply the needs of the army.

Wizard Palo had been on the expedition for a long ti, it was impossible that there was no activity going on.

No matter how strong the army was, casualties were inevitable.

Logically speaking, the Potion Departnt should be extrely busy at this ti.

Materials processing, potion research and developnt, potion concoction, even without working constantly, these three major areas should all be non-stop functioning.

However, at a single glance, what Link saw was leisure everywhere.

This was irrational.

There must be an issue.

Clearly, there was tension between the frontline dical Departnt and the Potion Departnt located at the rear!

Fortunately, Link’s role was in potion research and developnt, a technical position that didn’t require any direct interaction with the dical Departnt at the forefront.

This let Link breathe a sigh of relief.

At least he didn’t have to confront the tension directly.

Having contemplated and settled on his course of action, Link didn’t linger in his dormitory and instead headed towards the office area for the Potion Developnt Team.