I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 264 Interview
A month later, Jemin and his group finally saw the magnificent floating city suspended on the edge of the dimensional rift.

Two months have passed, and this bridgehead of the wizarding civilization seems to have expanded considerably.

The newly built towers pierced the clouds like a steel forest, and huge runic arrays slowly flowed across the surface of the city, emitting a heart-stopping energy fluctuation.

After passing through the transformed, bustling yet orderly central square, Jemin led the group of people with varying expressions into the affairs center.

The fourth-level wizard was bound by invisible energy shackles, looking dejected, while the other first-level wizards who had survived by sheer luck looked around nervously and curiously.

Jemin walked straight to the exquisitely crafted alchemical doll at the front desk, whose eyes gleamed with rationality.

"Jeming, a level two wizard, has returned from a 'rescue' mission and has important information to report to the camp's higher-ups, involving the origin of the plane and the wizard's betrayal."

Jemin succinctly explained his purpose and then handed over his terminal, which contained records of what had happened during that time.

Data streams flashed rapidly in the alchemical puppet's eyes, then a pleasant but emotionless voice rang out: "Identity confirmed. Event level assessment in progress... Assessment passed. Please wait, a high-ranking wizard will be notified to handle this."

The wait wasn't long before the mascot at the front desk announced, "Congratulations everyone, Lord Dionysius Spencer has decided to meet with you all..."

What?
who? !

Dionysius Spencer?

That level seven wizard in this expedition?!
Everyone present, including the fourth-level wizard, almost thought they had misheard when they heard this.

Especially that level four wizard, for a moment, he had the illusion that the sky had fallen.

Is there any mistake? !
I admit I had ulterior motives at first, but was it really necessary to alarm a level seven wizard?!

Jemin was relatively rational, knowing that simply dealing with a wizard who had violated the rules wouldn't cause such a big fuss.

However, he was also puzzled as to why this wizard Dionysius Spencer would receive them.

A moment later, the alchemical puppet led them into the depths of the floating city.

The walls on both sides of the passage gradually changed from metal to a warm, jade-like energy substance, and the concentration of elements in the air also rose to an astonishing level.

The first-level wizards following behind Jemin unconsciously lowered their breathing, their faces filled with awe and unease.

Before a bronze gate engraved with the trajectory of the stars, the puppet stopped: "Please enter. Lord Dionysius Spencer is waiting for you wizards inside."

Jemin could clearly hear the sound of someone swallowing behind him.

He took a deep breath, calmed his slightly racing heartbeat, and reached out to push open the heavy door.

The scene behind the door was unexpectedly simple.

It was neither a luxurious palace nor a cold, austere laboratory, but a quiet room with an elegant decor and a scholarly atmosphere.

A man who looked extremely young was sitting behind a large desk, playing with a crystal ball in his hand.

He raised his head, revealing a handsome face that was almost perfect, with a gentle smile on his lips.

He exuded no imposing aura whatsoever, a stark contrast to the overwhelming pressure he felt when he ventured into other planes, a pressure that seemed to pierce the heavens and earth.

"You've arrived? Have a seat." The young man—Dionysius Spencer, a seventh-level wizard—casually gestured to a few chairs in the room, his voice gentle, like a spring breeze.

Jemin felt a chill run down his spine and respectfully performed a wizard's salute: "Jemi, a second-level wizard, greets Lord Spencer."

The wizards behind him finally snapped out of their shock and hurriedly followed suit, their movements stiff and their voices trembling.

Even the fourth-level wizard, after a brief moment of distraction, had an indescribable excitement shining in his eyes.

It was then that Jemin truly realized how unattainable a level seven wizard was for the vast majority of ordinary wizards.

His ability to remain relatively calm was entirely due to the daily influence of his mentor, Clark, and the various "ordinary" stories he heard from his mentor about high-ranking wizards.

At this moment, he seemed to understand better where Jack's twisted jealousy came from—some of the resources and opportunities he considered ordinary might be once-in-a-lifetime opportunities for others.

Dionysius Spencer seemed unfazed by their tension, as if he were already used to it. His gaze swept calmly over the crowd before finally settling on Jemin and scrutinizing him.

Meanwhile, Jemin took the opportunity to quietly observe this legendary figure.

Thinking about it carefully, this seems to be the second time I've had close contact with a level seven wizard.

However, Dean Avery Knight barely interacted with him that time.

Before this, although I had often heard about things related to level seven wizards, I had never actually come into contact with them.

For example, the headmaster of Norren Thirteen Academy practically lived only in the mouths of his mentors. The closest he ever came to becoming a level seven wizard was when he caught a glimpse of him from afar in the Erosian plane.

The other person's youthful and handsome appearance did not surprise Jemin too much.

For wizards, the youthfulness of their bodies can be adjusted at will, and the beauty of their appearance is a natural optimization after the leap in the essence of life.

But the vicissitudes and wisdom contained in those deep eyes clearly showed that this was by no means a young man. The way he looked at Jieming and the others was with the faint appreciation of an elder looking at a promising junior.

“The details of what happened have already been clearly explained in the information you previously conveyed,” Dionysius Spencer cut straight to the point.

He glanced casually at the fourth-level wizard and waved his hand.

From the shadows in the corner of the quiet room, two alchemical dolls with obscure auras emerged silently.

“Take him to undergo ‘audit’.”

The fourth-level wizard turned pale, but dared not resist in the slightest, and obediently let the puppet lead him away.

Dionysius Spencer then smiled at Jemin and said, "You did very well, Jemin. You were rational, restrained, and maintained the rules of the camp and the stability of this plane. As a reward, if he passes the review, 85% of all profits generated in the subsequent trial will be yours."

Upon hearing this, not only did the first-level wizards gasp, their gazes towards Jemin filled with envy and even jealousy, but Jemin himself was also somewhat surprised.

This allocation ratio is extremely high, almost giving him all the net profits squeezed from that level four wizard, excluding costs.

He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, sir!"

“You deserve it,” Dionysius Spencer said calmly.

He then signaled the puppet to lead the other level-one wizards to collect their share of the mission rewards.

Amidst the envious glances of the other wizards who kept turning back to look, Jemin also felt a surge of curiosity, wondering why this lord had kept him behind alone.

Soon, only Jemin and he remained in the quiet room.

"Do you have more detailed records about that spatial distortion region and the specific details of Levin Mills' actions?" Dionysius Spencer asked directly.

After thinking for a moment, Jemin pointed directly to his temple, drawing out a memory fragment that was shimmering with light, and handed it over: "Sir, this is a replica of my memories of that period, which may be more intuitive."

Dionysius Spencer took the memory orb, and with a flash of light at his fingertips, he finished reading it.

He nodded in satisfaction: "Clear and concise. It's rare to see a wizard of your age with such composure and foresight. You know, even many old guys might not be able to resist the temptation of the origin of a plane."

Jemin replied modestly, "Perhaps it's because I have accumulated enough military merits that I don't need to take any risks for the time being."

Dionysius Spencer chuckled upon hearing this: "Heh, for a wizard, the ability to acquire resources is itself the most important part of strength. You don't need to be so modest."

He paused, his tone becoming casual, as if he were talking about something trivial: "Although this spatial dimension was originally prepared as a 'dessert' for young people like you, I appreciate your willingness to protect my property. I shouldn't be too stingy."

Upon hearing this, Jemin's eyelids twitched, as if the person in front of him had casually uttered something extraordinary.

However, Jemin's attention was soon diverted to something else.

As Dionysius Spencer spoke, an alchemical doll approached carrying a silver tray.

On the tray, twenty crystal test tubes were neatly arranged. Inside the test tubes, a dazzling light flowed, like liquid jade. The pure energy aura was so refreshing that even though it was isolated by the crystal, it was still invigorating.

“This is…” Jemin’s pupils contracted slightly.

“Twenty strands of wind elemental rules related to the plane's origin,” Dionysius Spencer said calmly. “I just casually explored that area, and its core can probably only yield about this amount of origin, and it's quite impure. These are ones I personally refined from different wind elemental planes; they are pure and flawless. Even if you use them directly for enhancement, there will be no problems.”

Jemin's heart skipped a beat, and a huge surge of joy welled up inside him!
Twenty strands of pure essence personally refined by a level seven wizard!

Its value far exceeds the twenty strands of free-flowing origin that naturally emerged from that distorted region.

The purity of natural origins is low, and it's lucky if even 50% of the effective rules and information they contain are of good quality. But what we have in our hands is 100% pure essence!

More importantly, the wind element rule is the superior rule of the "space" rule, which means that the value of these twenty strands of origin is far beyond what can be described as simply doubling!
"Thank you for your generous gift, sir!" Jemin suppressed his excitement and bowed deeply once again.

This time, his gratitude was far more genuine than before.

After all, this reward far exceeded his expectations.

Dionysius Spencer waved his hand, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls of the quiet room, looking towards the distant depths of the plane: "Go, make good use of them. The road ahead is long."

Jemin carefully put away the priceless tray, bowed again, and left the quiet room.

(End of this chapter)