The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Chapter 244 The Palace Master's Mission

Chapter 244

From Iron Level 1 to Iron Level 3, the totem's growth is accompanied by the improvement of two core elements:
First, there was the advancement of alchemical techniques.

As alchemists deepen their understanding of materials and improve their crafting skills, the structure of the totem becomes more precise and harmonious, and its extraordinary power naturally increases accordingly.

Secondly, the materials used to strengthen the totem itself are enhanced.

For example, the violet he chose was originally just an ordinary plant commonly found in the wild.

As the project progressed, it underwent two enhancements, resulting in significant improvements in its form and energy carrying capacity.

But this is still just reinforcement, not evolution.

To advance from the Black Iron level three to the Brass Alchemist, superior skills and powerful totems are far from sufficient.

The totem itself must undergo a "sublimational evolution".

This step is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

One approach is to find the "superior form" of the totem archetype in nature.

By capturing and deconstructing it, and then using alchemy to integrate its essence into existing totems, a qualitative leap can be achieved.

But here's the thing.

The creature that serves as the prototype for the brass totem often possesses strength comparable to that of a brass alchemist.

Hunting them is beyond the capabilities of alchemists at the Iron level alone, and even ordinary Bronze level alchemists may fail miserably. It often requires the personal intervention of Silver level beings.

Therefore, most alchemists, unless they come from distinguished families or have powerful backgrounds, can only rely on their own knowledge system and spiritual understanding.
The attempt is to find the key to "sublimation" within the existing totem structure.

This method demands an extremely high level of knowledge, theoretical depth, and inspiration from the alchemist.

Clearly, Viscount Layton's talent in this area was far from sufficient to support him in completing the sublimation of the violet totem.

He tried to improve it many times, but could never find the right direction.

Just now, Lynn manipulated the hands of the worn-out pocket watch, precisely pointing to several key areas in the laboratory, as if presenting the answer directly to him.

At that moment, even if Viscount Layton were slow to understand, he would have grasped the meaning behind "grandfather's" words.

"This...this is the brass sublimation route of the violet flower? So that's how it is!"

Viscount Layton's eyes widened, filled with ecstasy and shock.

The predicament that had plagued him for years was resolved in an instant, and the feeling of sudden enlightenment made him feel as if he were in a dream.

He knew perfectly well that although he could barely be considered a "superhuman" at the third level of the Black Iron realm, he didn't have much say.

But once you break through to the level of a Bronze Alchemist, it's a whole different world.

Ten pieces of black iron are not worth one piece of brass.

If he successfully advances, he will not only be able to save his own life, but also be able to explain the whole story to those powerful figures who are investigating his "teacher's whereabouts" under a completely new identity.

After all, the extraordinary world doesn't care about sympathy; it only recognizes strength.

………………

On the other side of the Star Gate, Lynn looked at Viscount Layton's excited expression and finally nodded slightly.

"I finally managed to finish speaking before my energy ran out..."

He murmured to himself, his gaze falling on a mark resembling an energy bar above the Star Gate.

The energy bars there are nearly depleted.

Of course, this does not mean that the Star Gate itself has been depleted.

The real reason is that Lynn's communication with another dimension involves the difference in the flow of time.

One day in the Wizarding World corresponds to a full month in that world.

The Star Gate maintains a "synchronous time window" connecting the two realms, requiring a large amount of energy to regulate the flow of spacetime between the two realms to be consistent.

Therefore, even if Lynn only awakened Viscount Layton, guided him to the laboratory, and pointed out the path to breaking through the brass... it only took a few minutes from beginning to end.
However, it has already completely exhausted the energy of this stage.

"This is a star gate left by the Spirit Eye Wizard, not tailor-made for me... Once I officially enter the realm of the Morning Star Wizard, I will definitely rebuild a gate that belongs to me."

Lynn shook his head slightly, but his eyes gleamed with an undeniable ambition and confidence.

Today's experiment has now come to an end.

To reconnect the Star Gate, we must wait until tomorrow, until it absorbs enough energy on its own.

It's worth mentioning that the next day, there was no need to send Sonia, Astrid, and the others over.

Since everything the Spirit-Eyed Wizard has done is over, it doesn't matter if he doesn't appear again from now on.

So, starting the next day, Lynn would have High Wizard Helen and others come to help him maintain the operation of the Star Gate.

After all, it's understandable for Astrid to "disappear" for a day occasionally, as she is the queen of this country. However, if she were to be missing for an extended period of time, the court and parliament would likely become suspicious.

"Master, we'll head back now."

Beverly bowed respectfully, her voice gentle and clear.

But Astrid, standing beside her, seemed to have been burned by something. She bit her lip slightly, her cheeks flushed, and she whispered, "...Master."

After they finished speaking, the two turned and left.

A dazzling golden gate then appeared, and behind it, one could vaguely see the figure of the black dragon that had traveled all the way from the Hall of Life to the capital and was now serving as a teleportation anchor.

Lynn gently pinched his chin, watching Astrid's figure disappear behind the door, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes for a moment.

He had actually unlocked Astrid's complete self-awareness.

Therefore, he was also somewhat interested in the recent transformation of this once proud and unruly "furnace princess".

But it's just a "hobby".

Even if he could completely search the other person's soul and know all their emotional changes, memories, and hidden secrets.

However, while it's possible, it's not necessary.

In his eyes, Astrid was like a golden butterfly in the palm of his hand, or rather, a caged canary.

There's no need to be overly meticulous, since the other party can't escape his grasp.

………………

Beyond Lynn's Wizard Tower lies the core area of ​​the Temple of Life, where various buildings are situated.

You can see cafes floating in mid-air, pet shops selling magical animals, and all sorts of unique buildings.

On this day, Quentin, with his long blond hair, sat in a coffee shop.

This café is enchanted with a unique magic, allowing it to float in mid-air. Even the booths and other seating arrangements are floating tables and chairs, creating a distinctive atmosphere.

However, Quentin did not sit in a seat outside, but rather in a window seat inside the cafe.

A special latte sat before him, but he kept his hands clasped on the table, not touching the coffee, his eyes darting around. Aside from the fair, slender legs of the female waitresses in their short skirts, what attracted him most were naturally the first-level female apprentices in the café, each adorned with a magatama pendant.

He had already succeeded in seducing the two first-level female apprentices he had previously chosen, but after enjoying himself for one night, Quentin decisively withdrew and chose a new target.

"This one's nice, but her legs are a bit thick... And that one over there, her skin and figure are great, but..."

Quentin was choosing his next target in the coffee shop when a sudden commotion outside interrupted his thoughts of eyeing snow-white thighs.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Quentin looked at the noisy crowd, all of whom were looking in one direction: the mission hall inside the Temple of Life.

This place has always been where apprentices receive tasks, earn contributions, and exchange resources. It has always been a very serious and dull place. Why would there be any noise here?

"Huh? The outermost screen has changed?"

Quentin, being in the air-top café, naturally noticed the large screen at the very top of the mission lobby.

In the past, the same content was always displayed on the big screen.

At the very top are the ten wizard apprentices with the most task points, who are also the ten third-level wizard apprentices most likely to break through to become formal wizards.

Below that are some scrolling highlights and tasks.

But now, all that information has been completely wiped clean, and in its place is a message that shines with golden light.

"This mission is only open to Level 3 Wizard Apprentices. You need to verify your eligibility in the mission hall beforehand. Once selected, the rewards are generous."

The information is concise, even unclear.

Because usually, in addition to the requirements, the reward is also specified in the mission details. After all, wizards are the kind of people who won't do a mission if there isn't enough reward.

However, there was no clear reward for this task.

Logically speaking, wizard apprentices are most concerned with practical benefits, so such vague tasks should be ignored.

But this time, the entire hall erupted in excitement.

The reason is simple: the person who initiated the mission was none other than the legendary Lord of the Temple of Life!

That mysterious being who almost never appears, yet holds the highest power in the entire Temple of Life!

"...It was actually that Palace Master who personally issued the mission?"

Quentin paused for a moment, his pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers involuntarily tapped the table, his previously frivolous expression vanishing completely.

He remembered that when he brought those two female apprentices to this core area before, they happened to arrive just as the Palace Master finished one of his experiments.

The golden light that filled the sky directly dispersed the thick, inky black clouds, leaving an extremely deep impression on him.

And now, this Palace Master has just finished his experiment and has already issued a task.

Undoubtedly, the generous rewards promised by such a being are not deceiving and will certainly be extremely generous.

For this reason, a crowd of people was already filing in outside the mission hall; they were all third-level wizard apprentices, hoping to try their luck.

"I'll give it a try too..."

Even Quentin couldn't contain himself at this moment.

Although he had already retired and was enjoying life, he spent his days playing with the low-level female apprentices in the temple of life.

But this doesn't mean he doesn't need to do tasks anymore, since the contribution points earned from tasks can be exchanged for all kinds of resources.

So Quentin also does some tasks, but they are all simple tasks, just to maintain his spending.

He would never do those things that involve fighting to the death, desperately accumulating contribution points to exchange for a breakthrough to become a formal wizard.

Now, the task personally issued by the Palace Master, though very mysterious, still stirred his emotions.

………………

On the top platform of Lynn Wizard Tower, the Star Gate stands silently, surrounded by surging energy factors and permeated with subtle elemental fluctuations in the air.

Grand Wizard Helen, Grand Wizard Bodo, Grand Wizard Mona, and others have all arrived at the scene and are each performing their duties, adjusting the magical devices around the Star Gate and monitoring its energy flow and feedback data.

Within the flowing energy pool, elemental factors collided and intertwined like living things, sometimes exploding into sparks, sometimes converging into streams of light that flowed into the core equipment. Above the large magic array, high-grade magic stones were neatly embedded into grooves, and the power supply system immediately began to operate smoothly.

While operating the instruments, the great wizards couldn't help but steal glances at Lynn, who was standing in front of the Star Gate.

Although they never sensed the aura of the Morning Star Wizard from this "Lord Qinglin," they never doubted his true level of power.

—With that overwhelming strength alone, he was enough to sweep away all the level three archmages.

Moreover, the fact that he could converse on equal terms with the Spirit-Eyed Wizard clearly indicates that they were on the same level.

Now, seeing him manipulate the Star Gate and easily conduct interdimensional communication and even expeditions, they are convinced that Lynn must be a secret Morning Star Wizard.

Perhaps, for some reason, he was unwilling to reveal his true level of cultivation.

However, at this moment, Lynn was naturally unaware of what his subordinates behind him were thinking. His gaze remained fixed on the interior of the Star Gate, his consciousness completely immersed within it.

As the golden light flashed, the scene inside the door quickly focused, and Lynn successfully reconnected with Viscount Layton in that dimension.

In the scene, Layton is in his alchemy laboratory.

But the laboratory at this time was completely different from what it was a month ago.

The black iron materials that had been piled up everywhere had all disappeared, replaced by brass-grade materials that emitted a pale golden light, arranged in an orderly fashion and with a dazzling luster.

The murals on the wall have also changed; what were originally just violet flower totems in the Black Iron stage have now been completely sublimated.

The blooming violet flower was as tall as a person, with vibrant petals layered like waves, exuding a strange and dangerous beauty.

Layton was intently manipulating a precision device, constantly adjusting the brass material in his hands.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he abruptly looked up to the side.

The next instant, almost reflexively, he pulled out the worn-out pocket watch he always carried with him.

At this moment, the hands of the pocket watch are slowly turning—that is the sign that Grandfather has "appeared"!

"Grandfather! You're finally back!"

Viscount Layton let out a long sigh of relief, his expression filled with excitement and awe.

A month ago, it was the will of "Grandfather" in the pocket watch that descended and guided him to successfully complete his breakthrough and become a true brass alchemist.

But after that, the hands of the pocket watch fell silent, and Layton was filled with anxiety, fearing that his will had completely dissipated.

So he kept the pocket watch close to his body every day, hoping to receive guidance again.

Now, the clock has struck again, and his will has returned. He finally understands that his grandfather has not left, but rather needs some time to recover.

He had been keeping track of the time ever since his grandfather disappeared, and now it seemed that his grandfather only appeared once a month!
At the same time, Viscount Layton turned around and walked to a corner of the laboratory, where he took out something he had specially made that resembled a dictionary or a set of characters.

He knew that his grandfather could guide him with the pointer, so he had prepared these things over the past month so that his grandfather could communicate with him.

However, at this moment, Lynn was completely focused on reviewing the events of the past month...

(End of this chapter)