Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique Chapter 642: 181: It's a bit big, bear with it!2

Chapter 642: Chapter 181: It’s a bit big, bear with it!_2

So wondered if certain organizations, reluctant to see two Level Eight Sages in Ravensmouth College, such as the Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell, were covertly interfering.

The discussions grew heated.

Then unbeknownst to everyone, the Great Sage Seuss quietly achieved the feat of being promoted to a Level Eight Wizard.

The secrecy was executed flawlessly, without any leakage of information.

That is to say, Ravensmouth College now has two Level Eight Great Sages.

Moreover, they are a couple capable of bursting forth even stronger combined power through the use of a secret technique.

This truly demonstrated strength to challenge the Tower of the Great Sage Mitchell and its supre status in Mitchell District.

No one knew where the long-vacant high-level resources of the college ca from.

“As long as you understand it yourself, do not tell anyone, do you get it?”

There was no way Link’s subtle changes in expression could escape the sharp eyes of the two Great Sages.

Even if he tried to use the “Mind Closure Technique” with all his might, it wouldn’t make much of a difference.

His emotionless facade and deceptive mories could fool an ordinary wizard, but not those with wisdom to see the true nature of things.

Great Sage Revo, sensing sothing slightly off in Link, imdiately issued a warning.

“Understood.”

Link nodded earnestly, making a solemn vow, “I will certainly keep my lips sealed, never letting any word slip out.”

“Enough, such a fuss over nothing. Even if it’s spoken about, it isn’t sothing shaful. Don’t scare the kid!”

Great Sage Seuss chastised Great Sage Revo with a glare. “How old are you, threatening a child! Aren’t you ashad?”

This scene seed slightly discordant.

Both Great Sages had youthful appearances.

Great Sage Revo had a deanor that was a touch awe-inspiring and weighty.

Great Sage Seuss radiated a youthful and radiant aura.

Externally, there wasn’t much difference between them and Link, but the content of their dialogue was…

For a while, Link couldn’t figure out how to describe it.

Old-fashioned?

No, that wasn’t it.

Exhibiting the privilege of the old?

Even less so.

In the end, he chose the phrase “doing as one pleases” as a forced description.

“Go, go ahead, all of you leave.”

Great Sage Revo, chided by Great Sage Seuss, reacted by hurrying Link and Dean Frist out, complaining, “With you here, whatever I say or do is never right! True indeed, love is fickle.”

Before his words could finish trailing off, Great Sage Seuss had already stretched out her right-hand thumb, index, and middle finger, precisely pinching the soft flesh on Great Sage Revo’s waist.

Dean Frist didn’t let Link watch any longer, one hand on Link’s shoulder, and they vanished from the garden in an instant.

This mode of transportation, as seen visually, was as if two people were rapidly erased by an eraser, leaving no trace of their existence.

It appeared extrely abrupt.

In Link’s perception, less than a second had passed.

Yet the pair had traversed a great distance, teleporting from the garden to an office, a place unknown to Link.

From the layout of the office, it seed they had returned to the Wizard World holand, to the Administrative Building in Ravensmouth College’s Senior Division, specifically inside the Dean’s office.

However, Link’s senses told him that he was still within the college’s main campus in the Small World.

Case solved!

Dean Frist is a lazy person who doesn’t even bother to change the layout of his office.

“Sit.”

Pointing at the chair on the opposite side, Dean Frist gave a casual command, then instructed, “Give all the ‘Construction’ files to read.”

Link took out his personal smart mind-link device, swiftly organized the “Construction” knowledge system and project data, then handed the device to Dean Frist.

“I’ll take a look first; you’ll have to wait a mont. Oh yes, if there’s any good new tea available, you could prepare a pot. I’ll taste it later.”

Dean Frist accepted the device, and unceremoniously issued directions.

What could Link say to that?

He could only ntally call out for Franda’s assistance, unsealing the specially fernted Pu’er tea and carefully selected citrus peel.

No need to hide it, Link directly fetched the tea utensils, Pu’er tea, citrus peel, and the sweetest spring water from the Small World, and started to boil the water for the tea.

Pu’er with citrus peel is a classic ti-honored combination.

The water was boiled and swirled a few tis, imdiately filling the room with a rich fragrance, which made Dean Frist take in a deep breath and carefully sniff.

As soon as the tea was brewed perfectly, Dean Frist put down the device and started to taste the tea earnestly.

He could look at the materials anyti, but missing the perfectly brewed tea was sothing that couldn’t be redied.

“Hmm, good, very good, indeed very good.”

Dean Frist slowly drank a cup of the golden-clear tea, nodded in satisfaction and suddenly threw out a major demand. “I don’t ask for much, just five pounds of each, okay?”

“This…”

Link clenched his teeth, trying to look as if he was reluctantly agreeing, “Alright.”

In actuality, Link agreed quite reluctantly.

He had only made a total of ten pounds of Pu’er tea and eight pounds of good citrus peel.

With Dean Frist’s demand, he’d have more than half less.

Link had originally planned to make this Pu’er and citrus peel blend the signature treasure for Jasmine’s soon to open North High-End Tea Club.

This was a top-level tea capable of moving the palate and mind of a Level Six Sage!

The price for a cup of this tea would have to start at at least a hundred standard Level Two Magic Stones, not one stone less.

“I’m not taking your tea for nothing.”