Chapter 370: Chapter 85 War News
Garon Wizard Academy wasn’t too far from Richard’s Wizard Tower; Richard flew casually and arrived within half a day.
Arriving at the Academy, Richard headed straight for the mission board.
The mission board was right next to the Great Library, just a simple large bulletin board.
Tasks posted by the Academy and wizards were either pinned or taped onto it.
Wizards’ tasks were pinned up; whoever took on the task would tear it down. Academy tasks were taped up and could be undertaken by multiple wizards at once.
Standing before the mission board, Richard began to select tasks suitable for himself.
“Seeking Purple Heart Griffin hearts, thirty Contribution Value… Cultivating mutant cells, requires cell frawork to be Pure Gold-ified, one hundred Contribution Value… Liver cultivation, the liver’s Level must be at least Third Level, must not exceed the size of a normal human liver, needs to neutralize most Neurotoxins…”
Looking at the tasks on the mission board, Richard couldn’t help but sigh at how much overlap there was between Physique Evolution and the Flesh Faction of the Alchemy School.
Over two-thirds of the tasks on the board belonged to the Flesh Faction.
If Garon the Great Wizard truly achieved the Truth one day, he imagined many Alchemy School wizards would be attracted to join.
After reviewing the mission board, Richard selected two tasks—one task was to cultivate an arm, which required the arm to look human and have a normal state output of no less than one thousand Energy Levels, an explosive output of no less than three thousand Energy Levels, and an extre output of no less than five thousand Energy Levels.
This task offered eighty Contribution Value and had a ti limit of one hundred years, with no compensation for failure. Among the many tasks, it was considered above average.
The other task was to cultivate an exotic organism.
This was an Academy task which required the cultivation of a type of algae capable of growing in magma.
This task offered fifty Contribution Value, had no ti limit, and no compensation for failure.
However, once a wizard successfully cultivated an algae eting the requirents, the task would be considered complete, and other wizards would miss out on the reward.
Leaving the mission board, Richard casually checked out the Contribution Store.
The Contribution Store was situated close to the mission board, looking quite ordinary from the outside.
Upon entering, Richard saw stone platforms resembling those in Black Tower Great Wizard’s warehouse, all pitch black.
These platforms also had levitating fields, within which various curious items were silently suspended in the air.
“Master, what would you like to exchange for?”
A sweet voice ca from Richard’s left.
He turned his head and saw a robust woman, who resembled a brusque Nezha, standing behind a counter with a smile directed at him.
“Can you exchange for access to a Secret Realm here?”
The woman nodded, “Of course, which Secret Realm would you like to visit?”
As she spoke, the woman pulled out a Crystal Ball.
Richard moved forward to receive the information from the Crystal Ball and saw that access to the Mountain Secret Realm he wished to visit only required twenty Contribution Value for ten years’ ti.
“Is it really this cheap?” Richard eyed the price, feeling sowhat incredulous.
Imdiately afterward, his eyes caught even more dazzling items.
“Sealing Skill for Garon Physique, price 100 Contribution Value”
This Sealing Skill for Garon Physique was the Sealing Skill Richard had heard about upon arriving at the Academy. He hadn’t expected such precious knowledge to require only a hundred Contribution Value!
And behind this Sealing Skill, Richard spotted many pieces of invaluable knowledge.
Unity of Heaven and Man, Magic Rune Battle Body, Big Collapse Mountain Fist Technique… all these precious pieces of knowledge were exchangeable for Contribution Value.
“The Dean is really too generous,” Richard couldn’t help but exclaim.
Although he also understood that for Garon the Great Wizard, these pieces of knowledge served no further purpose and would only collect dust in his possession.
Yet in a society where the vast majority of wizards preferred to let knowledge gather dust rather than share it with others, the actions of Garon the Great Wizard were worthy of the admiration of any lesser wizard.
Having seen the prices, Richard left the exchange store, ready to return to his Wizard Tower and complete the two tasks at hand.
But the scent in the air made Richard pause his steps.
“What a delicious aroma!”
Richard looked towards the canteen opposite the Great Library with a bit of surprise. If he wasn’t mistaken, the scent was that of Third Level Moving Mountain Barbarian Bull stewed with various demonized plants, a beef soup aroma.
He had only tasted this soup once at the Academy before his Wizard Tower was built.
But just once was enough to make him never forget that savory taste.
Richard muttered to himself, “Well, there’s no rush to complete the tasks, I’ll go in and have a bowl of soup first.”
With that, Richard strode towards the canteen.
Inside the canteen, the noise was deafening as a thousand wizards gathered, holding bowls as big as washbasins, waiting for the canteen to open for food service.
Although the Academy offered a al delivery service, these wizards were gourts, and when ti wasn’t tight, they preferred to take a little ti to enjoy a freshly made delicious al.
Richard had quite the struggle to squeeze through these wizards to reach the beef soup counter.
Also at the counter was Stio, the sa person who had brought him to taste the soup originally.
“Richard, long ti no see,” greeted Stio warmly, “It looks like your Wizard Tower is doing well. You haven’t been back to the Academy in years.”
“Long ti no see, Stio,” Richard replied with a smile, “You can judge for yourself whether my Wizard Tower is fine. But I’ve been waiting for your ssage all these years, to no avail.”
Hearing this, Stio scratched his head, showing an embarrassed smile.
“Ha ha, I forgot about that. Give a few days, I’ll definitely co visit.”
The beef soup was finally ready. A cauldron so large it could almost be called a pool was carried out by a four-ard giant Wizard.
He bellowed at the Wizards, “Moving Mountain Barbarian Bull Soup, limited to one bowl per person!”
With that, a large wooden ladle appeared in his hand and he struck the cauldron fiercely.
“Now, ti to eat!”
No sooner had his voice faded than the ladle dropped into the pot, and in his other three arms, another wooden ladle appeared.
All four of his arms began to operate simultaneously, moving so swiftly they seed like phantoms. The Wizards standing in front of the counter hadn’t even grasped his movents when their large bowls were already filled with a fragrant at soup.
“Master Chef’s skills have improved again,” Richard remarked, looking at the giant.
This giant, whom Richard called Master Chef, was the head chef of the Garon Wizard Academy cafeteria. Most of the higher-level creations from magical beasts that appeared in the cafeteria on normal days ca from his hands.
This Master Chef’s strength was at the very peak of a Three Rings Wizard. Even within the Garon Academy, a place teeming with strong individuals, his strength was among the top tier of Wizards.
But what was legendary was that Master Chef was not a cook before reaching Three Rings.
It was only after he beca a Three Rings Wizard that he took up cooking, and since then, he had never again participated in a Plane War.
Yet his strength had been growing slowly all along.
Legend had it that Master Chef had once made a deal with ethereal creatures from another dinsion and obtained an artifact that allowed him to grow stronger just by consuming delicacies.
Holding their bowls of soup, Richard and Stio quickly began slurping it down.
The best ti to enjoy Moving Mountain Barbarian Bull Soup was right after it was served.
A few minutes later, both had finished their beef soup down to the last drop.
“Delicious! Truly delicious!”
Richard praised repeatedly after finishing. Since he left the Academy, he hadn’t tasted anything as delicious.
“Let’s get so more different dishes,” suggested Stio, who was next to him. “Looking at you, you haven’t been eating well these years.
Now that you’re back at the Academy, you should eat more before you leave.”
Richard nodded, “Of course.”
After that, the two began to pick out more delicious foods they fancied in the vast dining hall.
Before long, the two were carrying a small mountain of food to a private room.
“Stio, anything new in the Academy these years?” Richard casually asked as he ate.
“New? What aspect are you referring to?” Stio replied, sowhat perplexedly, as he held a giant lamb shank.
“Any aspect is fine.”
“I see,” Stio mused for a mont before casually responding, “I heard from Silvia that the headmaster’s spy seems to have discovered a small world that may contain the legacy of the Lost Ones.
If all goes well, our Academy should be mounting a Plane expedition in a couple of hundred years.”
“Oh?” Richard said, surprised, “Doesn’t the headmaster need to get the world coordinates from the Truth Council?”
“Truth Council?” Stio chuckled, “The Truth Council has long since stopped providing the headmaster with coordinates, and the headmaster actually applied for that himself.”
“Huh? Applied himself?” Richard exclaid, astonished, “Why would the headmaster apply for sothing with no benefits?”
Stio shook his head: “Who knows? The rumor is that in order to restrain the headmaster’s power, the Truth Council had secretly decided not to provide him with world coordinates.
And the headmaster, getting wind of this early and feeling quite indignant, simply applied not to receive the coordinates.”
“What does the headmaster himself say?”
“The headmaster himself claims that he doesn’t want to compete with the younger generation for resources. He says he’s capable of exploring world coordinates on his own, so there’s no need to fight for the Truth Council’s resources.”
Richard nodded, “I think the latter sounds more plausible. The forr is just too petty.”
Stio wholeheartedly agreed and nodded as he crunched and swallowed the bone of the lamb shank he had finished off.
“That’s what I think too.”
“But how does the headmaster manage to explore world coordinates on his own?” Richard asked curiously.
“That’s simple.”
Stio swallowed the last piece of the lamb shank, contentedly patted his stomach, and continued,
“If you want to explore world coordinates, the most straightforward way is to search directly. This thod only requires you to find a fast enough piece of Magic Equipnt, prepare enough Magic Essence, and fly in a straight line along a trajectory.
As long as you fly far enough, you’re bound to find a world.”
Richard’s mouth twitched, “That thod is too dependent on luck; if you’re unlucky, you might never find one, right?”
“That’s why there are other thods.”
Stio wiped his mouth and skewered a piece of steak with his fork, putting it into his mouth.
“thods such as Star Realm contracts, summoning creatures from another world, divination… these are all great ways to obtain world coordinates.”
Speaking of which, Stio suddenly turned to Richard with a teasing tone,
“What, you just beca a Three Rings Wizard and you’re already thinking about becoming a Great Wizard?”
Richard cursed with a laugh, “Get lost, I’m just curious.”
But although he said that, deep inside Richard, there was a flicker of thrill.
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