Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 596 - 167: If There Really is a Next Life2

Chapter 596: Chapter 167: If There Really is a Next Life_2

Pausing for a mont, Sandra sighed, “I used to be a greenhouse plant too, no different from them.”

Gerald was not good with words, remaining silent.

After so thought, Sandra instructed Gerald, “Tell Link about this, and tell him that I have found a place for ‘Do Whatever You Like’ to be stationed. Please ask him to spare so ti to inspect it.”

Gerald nodded, then asked doubtfully, “Do I need to join ‘Do Whatever You like’?”

Sandra replied nonchalantly, “If you want to join, apply; if you don’t want to, that’s fine too. ‘Do Whatever You Like’ is really very free.”

“Really?”

Gerald left thoughtfully and in the laboratory next door, a gift from Dean Frist, he found Link deeply engrossed in his books.

“I need to talk to you. Do you have ti?”

Knocking on the table, Gerald spoke to Link, who was looking up from a pile of docunts.

“Hmm, go ahead.”

Link got up and walked to the guest room on the side, making a pot of good tea for Gerald, whom he had been getting along with more and more intimately.

“Three things. First, Sandra asked to tell you that she has found a place for the organization and asks you to inspect it when you are free; Second, you don’t have to worry about the targeting from so people anymore, they have already dispersed; Third, after giving it so thought, I want to join ‘Do Whatever You Like’ too.”

Having said all he wanted to, Gerald took a sip of his tea.

Since they returned from completing their task, of the six sons of great families of the college headquarters in the Mini legion, only Gerald had sought out Link a few tis.

Here, Gerald got to drink excellent tea, and he instantly fell in love with this flavorful drink.

After going back, Gerald ordered a batch of tea leaves from his holand, but couldn’t drink them with the sa flavor he felt at Link’s place.

Ravensmouth College had another fellow harboring resentnt towards Link.

Link took a sip of his clear and fragrant tea, saying leisurely, “No need to inspect, we can just go have a look together. It is good if there is no trouble. If you want to join, just follow the procedure. No matter how close we are, we can’t break the rules.”

“Alright.”

Gerald agreed instantly, gulped down a cup of good tea, and got up to leave.

As he was leaving, his right hand moved involuntarily, as if out of control, sweeping across the tea table and taking sothing away.

Link looked at the tea box that used to be on the tea table and chuckled.

Does he think Link didn’t notice Gerald’s small action?

This top-grade tea box, a two-pound package, was prepared for Gerald.

Putting this minor incident aside, Link returned to his desk to continue studying alchemy materials and literature.

The modification of the broken Nest and the realization of his magic tool ideas were continuously moving forward.

The draft was already drawn, and he was reviewing the rationality of each part, whether it could be replaced, or upgraded.

There was no urgent need for the magic tool in his blueprint, so Link wasn’t in a hurry.

Wizard World.

West Coast, Tudor region, Mitchell District, Ravensmouth Special Area.

Ravensmouth City, East District, Grande Potion Shop.

For the first ti, Assad Kenneth stepped into the potion study laboratory on the second floor of the shop and summoned the key mbers from the Brotherhood Group, Social Phobia Group and the third frontline of ‘Do Whatever You Like’.

Displaying the letter of appointnt and seal produced by Jasmine, Assad didn’t rush to deliver his inaugural speech, but asked Buck or Linn to confirm it.

Linn, who had effectively beco the local principal of ‘Do Whatever You Like’, said seriously to his comrades casting their attention on him, “The boss wrote us a personal letter detailing this matter. I and Buck, agree completely and have no objections.”

At this ti, Buck passed on Link’s handwritten letter to others.

Soon, when everyone had read the letter, all obstacles to Assad’s inauguration disappeared.

From this mont on, as long as Link and Jasmine didn’t oppose and the elders of the Brotherhood Group and the Social Phobia Group didn’t cause trouble, Assad would beco the local representative of ‘Do Whatever You Like’, which was growing rapidly.

“Three matters.”

Assad raised three fingers, “After I assu office, I will only handle three matters in the short term.”

Addressing the more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him, Assad solemnly announced:

“First, fully promote the collaboration on potions with the Clark Family, it’s only right;

The organization needs to grow, so it’s important that we find as many sources of funding as possible.

Secondly, we will devote all our efforts to the organization’s recruitnt work. This recruitnt is not only for Storm Sea New Blood, but also for local apprentices and local wizards;

The latter two parts will not be hastily pushed forward, but must go through negotiations and voting, and co up with a charter that is approved by most people for orderly progression.

Thirdly, we will devote all our efforts to the West District infiltration plan. The short-term goal is to control three alleyways, the dium-term goal is to control a bustling street, and the long-term goal is to enter the Black Market.

If there are places you do not understand, do not accept, please feel free to speak your mind, we have freedom of speech.”

The Brotherhood Group, Social Phobia Group and the third tier core mbers, seeing that Assad really asks them as a “Do Whatever You Like” mber, got rid of their restraint and started to speak their minds.

They had a heated but not contentious discussion revolving around the three matters proposed by Assad.

Finally, they efficiently produced three rough plans, dispersed, and individually started preparing for their execution plans.

Assad, looking at the empty conference room, couldn’t help but sigh, “Do Whatever You Like” was really the right choice to join.

For this kind of non-hierarchical atmosphere, this decisive execution style, as long as Link Grande, the founder, can keep the brand alive, expand his reputation, the developnt montum will definitely be even stronger!

In the following period, except for Renee Clarke knowing that Assad Kenneth has beco the visible representative of “Do Whatever You Like”, the outside world knew nothing.

What the outside world knew was only what they observed.

“Do Whatever You Like” was expanding in an orderly and steady manner.

Junior Division, Senior Division, East District, Southern District, and even West District, could all see the pace of expansion and results of “Do Whatever You Like”.

After acquiring a few capable potion concoctors through so of Sage Selene’s channels, the second Grande Potion Shop has already opened for business.

The tea beverage series sold not only in the East District and West District, but also specially introduced a low-cost version to penetrate the Southern District.

It is strange but not strange that the buying power of the chaotic West District has always been higher and stronger than the gloomy Southern District.

The expansion of “Do Whatever You Like” also encountered troubles, especially in the West District.

Five forr street gangsters, now known as the Five Alleyway Tyrants, lost two of their mbers in a sudden fire.

Even though they had all injected the “Sublimation” potion, and then pestered Linn to inject the “Empowernt” potion, their strength and level had greatly improved.

However, their developnt ti was still too short, and they could not squeeze out all their potential.

Of the five, only the gang leader successfully advanced to beco a First Level Wizard.

The other four were all Third-class wizard apprentices.

Dalton represented “Do Whatever You Like” and attended the funeral of the two gangsters.

This funeral was very hasty and very humble.

They simply cremated the two gangsters, put their ashes in a box, and buried them in a cetery specifically purchased by “Do Whatever You Like”.

There were no officiants, no mourning music, and no speeches.

“If there is a next life.”

Dalton said a few short words, then repeated, “Hope you have a next life.”

The gang leader, stepping forward, looked at his once troubleso subordinates, now buried under two tombstones, silent for a long ti with no more voices or laughter.

“If there is a next life.”

Taking a deep breath, the gang leader said gravely, “Hope you won’t be born in the West District in your next life.”

The other two surviving gangsters ca forward one after the other to say goodbye.

The first gangster’s words were the sa as his boss, wishing the two deceased not to be born in the West District in their next life, even if they were born in the Southern District!

Although people in the Southern District were numb, without hope, and lived in the dark, they could live safely and were not in danger of losing their lives.

But living in the West District, accidents could happen at any ti, even if you have a patron.

Either soone else’s head is belted on your own waist, or your own head is belted on soone else’s waist.

In short, death is inevitable.

“If there is a next life.”

The second gangster, after a long silence, sighed and said, “Hope you have a next life. ”

“Don’t be a beast of burden in your next life.”