Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 303 - 70: The Joy of Reunion? No, it's Refusall

Chapter 303: Chapter 70: The Joy of Reunion? No, it’s Refusall

“Report.”

The Minister of the dical Departnt rose abruptly, requesting to speak.

“Speak.”

Wizard Palo wasn’t surprised at all.

The dical Departnt had been utterly humiliated by the Potion Departnt this ti. If they didn’t take any action, they would be looked down upon.

“The dical Departnt requests to send people along.”

“We will complete the task decisively!” said the Minister of the dical Departnt with great seriousness.

They had to pick up the dignity they’d lost themselves.

The dical Departnt, especially him as the Minister and the two vice ministers, had lost face on the problem of mass fairy mutation.

They must gain back the lost face on this subject.

The Potion Departnt, or rather that youngster called Link Grande, had already done all the research that could be done in the laboratory.

The data obtained was very detailed, and the results were substantial.

The laboratory research approach was virtually nonviable.

Therefore, if they wanted to regain their face, they could only work to make a difference from on-site investigations.

The dical Departnt wouldn’t allow Intelligence to exclude them like this.

Wizard Palo still didn’t give a direct command. Instead, he looked at Assad Kenneth, the head of Intelligence, and said, “You guys discuss it among yourselves. I don’t care about the process; I only want the result.”

“Yes.”

Assad and the Minister of the dical Departnt responded loudly at the sa ti.

“Adjourn.”

Having been the legion commander for so long, Wizard Palo was used to getting straight to the point. After leaving a phrase, he got up and left the eting room.

The Attendant Official followed imdiately.

The records of today’s eting, however brief, had to be reviewed by Wizard Palo first.

All the major officials and their deputies stood up together, watching Wizard Palo walk away.

Suddenly, soone burst out laughing.

The laughter was loud, uncontrollable, and carried far.

The implication was clear.

The dical Departnt was the only one embarrassed at this ergency eting.

Everyone knew who was laughing.

The Minister of the dical Departnt blushed, murmured sothing akin to “everyone makes mistakes,” which made the atmosphere in the eting room more cheerful.

But old man Morpheus didn’t find it cheerful; he only found it noisy.

This visit to the frontline command post had achieved its purpose and slapped the dical Departnt in the face.

But why did he feel so upset?

He had spent more than a week fully supporting Link Grande’s research, only to get a result of him being reassigned?

With the restart of the Potion Departnt’s R&D and compounding services, the departure of a capable general at this critical juncture is a considerable impact.

The Potion Departnt is said to have two teams, but it’s actually just one.

Without the R&D engineers and pharmacists, how will the Potion Departnt’s business proceed in the future?

No, it can’t just end like this.

He had to scrape up so resources from the dical Departnt.

Old man Morpheus gritted his teeth, forcefully slapped the conference table, his eyes almost popping out, shouting so loudly he could deafen soone, bellowing:

“No! My Potion Departnt does not agree to the dical Departnt coming along. If the dical Departnt sends people, the Potion Departnt will not, unless…”

“The Potion Departnt can choose not to send people, we’re not afraid of you…”

The Minister of the dical Departnt reacted without conceding, angrily replying to old man Morpheus.

But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Assad.

Assad said in a calm but very determined voice:

“The Intelligence Departnt is determined to recruit Link Grande. He is the one who knows the most about fairies in the legion now, and he is of vital importance to this behind-the-enemy-lines reconnaissance and combat mission.”

These words slamd the dical Departnt twice.

First, it refuted the stern words of the dical Departnt’s Minister. Second, it denied all the early research on fairies by the dical Departnt.

As an elder, the Minister of the dical Departnt’s chest bobbed up and down violently, his breathing thick and long. He was truly half-dead from anger at Assad, this junior who didn’t respect his elders.

Do you talk to people like that?

Huh?

Directly poking at people’s insecurities in front of so many people.

Couldn’t you be a little more tactful?

Assad generously gave the Minister of the dical Departnt so ti to buffer before continuing:

“In principle, the Intelligence Departnt does not object to the dical Departnt sending personnel to participate in the behind-the-enemy-lines operation. However, Minister Salossal, you might want to listen to Minister Morpheus’ opinions or suggestions before making a decision.”

Bolos Salossal, the Minister of the dical Departnt, a third level wizard, had no other choice in the matter.

He had to “obediently” follow Assad’s suggestion and listen to old man Morpheus’ opinions or suggestions.

Old man Morpheus, who had received help from Assad, didn’t feel delighted.

In the end, this was just an exchange of mutual understanding.

In exchange for not hindering Link Grande’s reassignnt, Assad helped Morpheus tear a chunk of flesh from the dical Departnt to compensate for his loss.

But if this ambitious junior had done everything so thoroughly, then as a pathetic old-tir, how could he drop the ball?

Old man Morpheus imdiately took on a steadfast position, saying:

“I don’t ask for much, just five pharmacists and three R&D engineers to maintain the normal operation of the Potion Departnt while the youngster is off duty. Bolos, if you hesitate for one second more or start haggling, I’ll add another requirent. You have ten seconds to consider whether to comply or not.”

Bolos Salossal and his two vice ministers exchanged glances and made a decision in an instant.

“We agree. The personnel will report to you tomorrow.”

He snorted, agreed to Morpheus’ outrageous demand, and then said, “The next matter concerns our dical Departnt’s internal affairs. We hope you won’t butt in.”