Chapter 281: Chapter 2 Space Beacon
When Jolod returned to the lobby, Richard was still discussing orders with a few of the White Wizard Army’s top brass.
Facing several high-ranking mbers of the White Wizard Army, Richard spoke calmly,
“If the master isn’t in a hurry, we could wait a few more years. I am about to upgrade the structure of the Magic Support Vehicle.
After the upgrade, the performance of the Magic Support Vehicle will be much better.”
“Oh? It seems the master has reaped considerable benefits from this war,” laughed the Legion Commander of the Red Sun Army.
The power of the Magic Support Vehicle had beco known amongst the White Wizard Army by the end of the wars in the Red Sun World. This device, operable with just a few hundred Magic Essences, could perform Magic Concentrated Fire while being movable – all army mbers recognized its value.
Especially since this weapon had been tested on the battlefield, its performance reliability had been witnessed by many wizards.
Richard modestly said, “The gains were decent, but it’s nowhere close to those actually fighting on the battleground.”
“Then we shall eagerly await good news from the master.”
The group of high-ranking officers dispersed, and Jolod seized the opportunity to approach Richard.
“Master Richard, you’ve beco a big shot now,” Jolod teased.
Richard shook his head at this,
“Teacher, please don’t mock . What kind of master am I?
I’m just a little wizard over three hundred years old who happens to be good at schmoozing the big shots. In terms of knowledge, I’m just a grown-up apprentice.”
Hearing his student’s excessive modesty, Jolod gestured dismissively,
“Too much modesty is pride. Your creations are popular; that is a representation of your capabilities. Besides…”
Richard scanned his teacher intently, squinting as he said,
“I wondered why I couldn’t see through you before. When did you secretly advance to the Second Ring without making any noise?
I don’t rember giving you the ceremony for advancing to the Second Ring.”
“Is that so? You must’ve rembered wrongly,” Richard feigned ignorance, “It’s very normal to forget so things right after your own promotion.”
Jolod glared at him, “Yes, I have beco forgetful indeed, not even knowing about my own student’s advancent.”
“Not at all, coming out of the ‘Soul Darkness’ and losing mories is a normal phenonon,” Richard hastily agreed, laughing, “You were promoted to the Three Rings, and this is your pri.”
Jolod’s irritation faded with those words, and he did not press the issue further.
How Richard advanced to the Second Ring was his own matter; prying too much as a teacher was a bit overstepping.
The two moved to the terrace.
“Did that old man, Vladimir, tell you about the resource developnt when you were there?”
Jolod asked seriously on the terrace.
Richard nodded and took out a contract from his Magic Pocket to hand it to Jolod.
“Master Vladimir really went out of his way this ti. Without his connections, that vein of Red Sun Gold Pattern Stone would have never co into my hands.”
Jolod glanced at the contract and looked up,
“Fifty thousand tons? The reserves seem a bit low. From what you’re implying, this material is in good demand?”
Richard didn’t speak but instead took out a bottle of ink that Talgar had given him.
“Teacher, take a look at this. I made it unintentionally.”
Jolod took the ink and used his magic to pull up a drop.
“Hmm, the quality is good, high-grade Alchemy ink. Indeed, this thing wouldn’t be hard to sell.”
Hearing Jolod’s comnt, Richard smiled slightly, and mysteriously instructed, “Take a closer look, teacher. Try writing a Rune with it.”
“Hmm? Is there sothing special about this?”
Jolod took a quill, dabbed it in the ink, and was about to write. However, as he infused magic into the quill, flas burst out impressively from the tip.
“Hmm? Interesting.”
Jolod looked mildly surprised, then drew a Rune on the railing of the terrace. Seeing the flas intensify with his magic input, Jolod instantly recognized the additional use for this ink.
“Very good!”
Jolod looked at the flaming Rune, repeatedly uttering praise.
As an Alchemy Wizard, he knew all too well the benefits of having ink that could show the wear on a Rune.
Jolod laughed and told Richard, “And you say you’re not a master. Your single creation could support our entire trading house.”
Richard scratched his head, “But I haven’t completely figured out the formula for making this thing yet, so it can’t be sold for the ti being.”
Jolod was nonchalant, “Then explore the formula. There are just the two of us in the trading house currently, and we don’t need to pay salaries.
Plus, I have my own Alchemy Workshop and am not short on Magic Essence. One Magic Support Vehicle is enough for us to make a fortune.”
Richard nodded and then initiated a new topic.
“Teacher, how much do you know about Magic Arrays? I’m planning to customize a long-distance Transmission Array to place in the Red Sun World.”
“Transmission Array? Let think.”
Jolod knocked on his skull, searching through his sea of mories for information about Transmission Arrays.
“Oh, I rember now. I have a friend in the association who’s quite good at this. I’ll go look for him in a couple of days, see if he’s still alive.”
“Still alive?” Richard exclaid.
Jolod stroked his beard, a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
“I haven’t been in touch with that old fellow for a while. He’s a few hundred years older than and hasn’t had the materials for the Three Ring ceremony. Counting the days, his ti might not be much longer.”
Richard was silent for a mont before suddenly saying, “It seems Master Vladimir is nearing his end, too.”
“Yes, indeed, old man Vladimir is also about to die.”
A trace of lancholy suddenly appeared on Jolod’s face.
All these old friends of his were about to die.
For the longevity species, the death of a friend left a deeply etched mory.
Wizards often spent a great deal of ti wandering among their friends’ graves, walking from one grave to the next, continually reminiscing about the past, and ultimately dying on the way to the next grave.
Such sowhat mad wizards were called wanderers by the Wizards, also known as the living undead.
The people who knew their past were all dead; they had beco lone shadows in this world.
However, Jolod was clearly not such a wizard; he had once discussed these wizards with Richard, referring to them as people with unsteady beliefs.
Wizards should spend their lives in pursuit of truth, with friends rely as fellow travelers. They should not stop moving forward just because a fellow traveler died.
“Okay, I’ll leave it up to you then, teacher.”
Soon, the banquet ca to an end.
At the end of the banquet, the wizards who had arrived over the days gathered in the hall, where the Black Tower Great Wizard personally announced that Jolod would beco the deputy dean of the Black Tower Wizard Academy.
Jolod, standing beside the Black Tower Great Wizard, was full of smiles, and Richard took the opportunity to capture the mont with the Image Capturing Crystal Ball.
…
Three days after the banquet ended, on the fifty-sixth floor of the Central Black Tower.
Knock knock knock!
A knocking sound woke Richard from his sleep.
“Who is it?” A lazy female voice ca from Richard’s embrace.
“I don’t know, I’ll go check.”
Richard moved Ali aside and casually put on a Wizard Robe before heading to the door.
Upon opening the door, Richard imdiately perked up.
Outside, Jolod was stroking his beard, smiling at him.
“Teacher, what brings you here?”
Jolod, with the air of soone experienced, said with a smile, “It seems I’ve co at an inopportune ti, but then again, you’ve just returned from the battlefield.”
Richard gave an awkward smile, “You were saying?”
Jolod waved his hand dismissively, “About that Transmission Array you ntioned earlier, my old friend is still alive. If you have ti in the next few days, we should go see him.”
Richard imdiately returned to his room and changed into his full set of clothes.
“Does Master Jolod want sothing from you?”
Ali yawned, and sunlight streaming through the windows bathed the bed, her naked graceful form even more enticing in the sunlight.
“Yes, I need to handle so business with a master who’s almost at death’s door; if we’re too late, the person might already be gone.”
Richard showed no reaction to the scene, quickly changed his clothes, and walked over to Ali for a soft kiss.
“You head back first. You haven’t lost the key to my Wizard Tower, have you? Tidy up a room; I’ve been having so ‘ideas’ lately, and I’ll need your assistance.”
Richard emphasized the word ‘ideas’, evoking a blush on Ali’s charming face.
She whispered softly with a coquettish tone, “You primitive man driven by Physique Evolution, what ‘ideas’ do you have now?”
Richard smiled mysteriously, “You’ll find out later.”
…
Jolod’s old friend did not reside in the Tower of Truth; in fact, a considerable number of wizards in the Wizard World did not live in the Tower of Truth.
After all, the annual rent of ten Magic Essences, although not expensive, was not cheap either.
After flying over the wilderness for nearly a month and altering their course several tis, Jolod finally located his old friend’s residence.
It was a black Wizard Tower standing in the wilderness.
Around the Wizard Tower, there was a small city with a substantial population.
This Wizard Tower was not within any Wizard Academy’s sphere of influence, standing independently outside a human settlent, a sight Richard was seeing for the first ti.
“It’s nothing special; wizards also need assistants,” Jolod said indifferently, “These wizards who settle in the Wizard Continent generally establish a small city around the Wizard Tower to select Wizard Apprentices.
However, these apprentices are not as fortunate as you, as they hardly have any chance of becoming wizards.”
The two landed in front of the Wizard Tower, and Jolod knocked on the door.
Soon, a middle-aged Apprentice opened the door.
Upon seeing Jolod, the middle-aged Apprentice imdiately greeted respectfully, “You must be Master Jolod, the teacher has been waiting for you for a long ti.”
The two entered the Wizard Tower, and on the first floor, an old wizard with gray hair and gold-rimd glasses was flipping through a thick Magic Book.
“Leo, long ti no see.”
Jolod greeted him, and the old wizard reading the book set it aside, his voice carrying a tone of resignation:
“Jolod, you’re still the sa. Can’t you wait a bit while I’m reading?”
Leo stood up and hugged Jolod, then shifted his gaze to Richard standing behind Jolod.
“Is this your student? You old rascal, how co you always have such good luck with students?”
Leo punched Jolod lightly, then sat back down in his chair.
Only then did Richard see that the chair Leo was sitting in was actually a wheelchair. Behind the wheelchair, Alchemy Machines continuously operated, supplying Magic Potions through tubes and needles directly into Leo’s body.
It seed to be a life-support device.
The life energy of Wizard Leo had decayed to the point of nearly withering away.
Leo took out two human-head-sized transparent crystals from his Magic Pocket, within which countless Runes seed to be continuously flowing.
“These two are Space Beacons. With the Space Beacons, any wizard knowledgeable about Transmission Arrays can construct one.
As for …”
Leo patted the wheelchair beneath him.
“My old bones can’t handle the ordeal of visiting another world anymore.”
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