Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 335 Submitting a Resume

In the dispatch office of the White Wizard Association headquarters in the southeastern corner, an ordinary formal wizard of the Conjuration School sat at his desk, looking at the three formal wizards who had entered his office that day with surprise, and muttered to himself, "Strange, very strange, so many people have come today."

“In previous years, very few people came all year round.”

"This time it's even better, three of them came at once."

He put down a book he was reading, placed a cup of wizard tea with unicorn milk on his desk aside, and then looked intently at the three official wizards who had entered his office.

He was already very old, nearly five hundred years old, and had no room for advancement. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to use connections to get into the White Wizard Association's Dispatch Department and do such an easy job.

The staff of the White Wizards Association are mainly divided into two types.

One type is the extremely lazy group who have no room for improvement, or who don't want to compete, interact with students, or take on responsibilities. The second type is the wizard who is very ambitious and wants to take charge of a specific matter in the White Wizarding Association in order to indirectly obtain magical resources and gain a leadership position.

Working for the White Wizards Guild can sometimes be a shortcut to rapid promotion in teaching positions.

But that requires a lot of hidden information and careful planning; otherwise, it will only backfire.

The old wizard of the Dispatch Department looked at the three young people who had appeared in his office, a barely perceptible hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down completely, his expression as still as a deep well.

"The work at the Dispatch Department is good, very leisurely, and there's a basic resource allocation from the White Wizards Association every year. But it's too close to these young people, so close that sometimes I fantasize about what my life would have been like if I could have gone out when I was young," the old wizard in the Dispatch Department pondered.

He spent his entire life at the University of Verdandia, but because he had no talent whatsoever, he only managed to become a lecturer, the most basic teaching position, after most of his life.

Later, he changed career paths, used connections to get into the White Wizards Association headquarters, and gradually, through seniority, secured a sinecure in the Dispatch Department.

Of course, this position is just so-so.

He hardly gets any clients throughout the year, so there's not much profit to be made.

The old wizard from the Dispatch Department spoke up: "Three young first-ring wizards, the Dispatch Department in the Southeast Corner will use the wind magic of the Evocation School to send letters across wizarding lands over extremely long distances. The information, text, patterns, and materials contained in the letters you send will all be recorded by our wind magic and transformed into magical winds to carry them to distant lands."

"Therefore, in accordance with the association's regulations, I need to make the following explanation." The old wizard from the Dispatch Department was clearly afraid of trouble, so he spoke in a very formal and methodical manner, without saying anything unnecessary, and insisted on following the rules and procedures exactly.

He has no connections, and this position may have already been secretly targeted by someone with connections, but since he hasn't made any mistakes, there's no reason for them to replace him.

Therefore, the best approach in this position is to avoid saying unnecessary things and not to do anything outside the established procedures.

The old wizard from the Dispatch Department activated the True Sight Crystal Ball on his office desk and said, "First, the system responsible for transmitting your letters is called the Eye of the Hurricane Array Magic Gate."

"The location is right there."

The old wizard pointed out the window to a giant hurricane atop the University of Verdandia not far away.

That hurricane was created by the wizards' magic; it wouldn't move, dissipate, or expand.

That exaggerated hurricane was like the eye of a giant whirlpool in the deep sea. If an ordinary person stood in the center of that hurricane's eye, it would be like putting an ant inside.

The old wizard said, "The Hurricane Eye Array magic gate will transmit your submitted resumes to the corresponding Hurricane Eye Array magic gates of each wizard. Usually, the information will not be lost because the magical wind is a very stable transmission method."

"But there is a one in a million chance that you might encounter this situation, and the teleportation will fail. However, according to the contract, we will not refund your money."

"You will bear this risk yourselves."

"This is my first point. The second point is that the information is completely encrypted by the winds of magic. It will not be known to any second party except the school and organization you sent it to. This is the guarantee and promise of the White Wizard Association."

"Third, strictly speaking, there is no limit to the length of the text being transmitted. For the Wind of Magic, there is no difference between converting a message of one thousand words and converting a message of ten thousand words."

The old wizard said routinely, "Then, there's the price. Sending a resume, no matter how many targets, costs five hundred magic stones per time." "That's the base price. For teleporting to more distant areas, you'll need to add five hundred magic stones to the base price."

"That's about it. Alright, you three can tell me which wizarding school you want to send your resumes to. I'll put your resumes into the Eye of the Hurricane, and then they'll be sent over."

Locke and Hussein remained silent, but a first-ring wizard from the Seven Colors Star Garden, a mid-level wizarding organization in the southeastern corner of the region, anxiously inquired, "Director, I wish to pledge allegiance to the Fireweaver Academy and the Hand of Eclipse in the Shadow Peninsula. How many magic stones should I pay?"

Hussein remained silent. As a former dark wizard, he always preferred to keep quiet until the situation became clear, allowing others to explore the surrounding environment and circumstances.

After all, exploration means adventure, and throughout his long career as a dark wizard, he had long been forced to develop the habit of considering survival first and then progress.

Locke looked at the first-ring wizard who had spoken. The other's magic power was only a little over a thousand, which was not comparable to his own, nor even to Hussein's.

But the other person looked very young, probably in their early thirties.

Becoming a formal wizard at this age proves that he is quite capable.

If they receive better training and access to a higher platform in the future, they may well achieve great success.

Locke remembered that Seven Colors Star Garden was a botanical wizarding organization of moderate size, and that the organization was most skilled at cultivating chrysanthemum-type magical plants.

These small and medium-sized wizarding organizations don't have many large projects. The Seven Colors Garden's main project is to study the relationship between various chrysanthemum-type magical plants and light magic, and to use light magic to modify and upgrade the characteristics of chrysanthemum-type magical plants.

Chrysanthemum-type magical plants naturally require stronger light than other magical plants, and their flowers even have the characteristic of following the direction of the strongest sunlight.

Moreover, chrysanthemums typically inhabit environments with high sunlight, such as mountains and deserts.

The other party was clearly aware of his strengths and weaknesses, so he didn't want to stay in the Southeast Corner Region, but instead sought a better place like the Sun Shadow Peninsula.

Locke thought about it for a moment, because if he wanted to go to Sunshadow Peninsula, he could just ask Professor Harlen Vera for a letter of recommendation, and then contact Bazel, a second-circle wizard who was the headmaster of the Fireweaver Academy in Essander on Sunshadow Peninsula. He could then go directly to work there without having to come to the Wizarding Dispatch Office, spend magic stones, submit a resume, and gamble on luck.

But Locke quickly realized that not everyone was like him, having a mentor who happened to know a second-circle wizard from a more advanced wizarding region like Sunshadow Peninsula.

For this newly promoted first-ring wizard from Seven Colors Star Garden, the only way he can get to Sunshadow Peninsula right now is to submit his resume here.

Moreover, judging from the academy he designated, he must have done some research beforehand, but he probably hadn't contacted any of the wizards with decision-making power in the Esolsond Fireweaver Academy or the Hand of Eclipse.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need to come to the dispatch department; he could have just found a way to contact them privately.

The old wizard from the Dispatch Department said, "Sunshadow Peninsula is near the southeastern corner of the region, so it can be sent out for only five hundred magic stones."

The young first-ring wizard of the Seven-Colored Star Garden breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to be not very wealthy, so he was very concerned about how many magic stones he would have to spend.

The old wizard in the Dispatch Department noticed this. He hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, and made sure that there was no reason to report what he was about to say before he spoke: "If the two resumes you are submitting are exactly the same, then you only need to select the two colleges as the recipients and send them once. That means it will only cost five hundred magic stones."

"No need to deliver twice."

"Anyway, the magical winds are all directed to the same hurricane eye array magic gate in the wizarding land, so there isn't much difference."

"The costs are the same."

It's politically correct within the White Wizards' Guild to make things convenient for younger first-ring wizards, so the older wizards spoke without any burden.

The young first-ring wizard from the Seven-Colored Star Garden immediately expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you."

The old wizard nodded, then looked at Locke and Hussein, "You two young first-ring wizard colleagues, and what about you? You both seem to be from Lilith's Hut. Which wizarding land do you want to submit your resume to?"

(End of this chapter)