Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 356 The Tycoon Who Chartered a Cabin
Locke looked around and saw an old wizard standing outside the crowd, carrying a box on his back. The old wizard was wearing a green wizard's robe, with the emblem of the Hands of the Jungle on the upper left corner of the robe.

On his bald head, a green lotus leaf was planted, like a rain hat or a sun umbrella, to shield him from the rain.

The old man also saw Locke.

He immediately walked over. "Hello, you must be Augustine the breeder. I am Salvador Dalí, the renowned ecological restoration expert of the Hand of the Jungle, who has never lost a case to date."

He reached out to Locke.

Locke paused for a moment, then shook hands with him.

Salvador seemed extremely enthusiastic, carrying a small wooden box on his back, yet he continued to chatter on and on with Locke. "I've seen your achievements; your Emerald Iris Lichen is indeed a revolutionary apprentice-level magical plant."

“You see, I even wrote it down in my notebook.”

Salvador took out a notebook from his astral ring, opened it, and saw that it was full of rather abstract line drawings. "The ecology of some areas has been destroyed because of a special curse. If we plant Emerald Iris Lichen on a large scale, we can solve this problem. Moreover, I discovered that Emerald Iris Lichen has a very strong ability to fix wind element particles, and it can even be used as a green manure magical plant, becoming a source of ether element particles."

Salvador seemed to greatly admire Locke's Emerald Iris artwork. "So, when Christine told me that you would be escorting me this time, it really boosted my confidence."

“A breeder as excellent as you must have a profound understanding of nature and be a virtuous wizard.”

Locke nodded slightly. "Yes, Wizard Salvador, your insight is indeed very reasonable. Many wizards in the Southeast Corner have misunderstood me."

Locke wondered why Christine found this Salvadoran wizard so troublesome.
Isn't he just a cute little old man?
Locke reminded him, "Emerald Iris Lichen is not suitable as a green manure-type magical plant because the amount of ether particles it can provide after it dies is too small. Moreover, Emerald Iris Lichen has strong vitality and cannot wither quickly."

The Salvadoran wizard's eyes lit up slightly; the old man seemed to have found a kindred spirit.

"Such true knowledge can only be gained through ecological practice."

"It seems that you, Wizard Augustine, must also have a lot of practical experience in ecology."

Locke pondered for a moment, and indeed, because of the Forest Sanctuary, he had personally created a 30-acre forest prototype, which did give him some insights into ecology.

The Salvadoran wizard was overjoyed. "That's wonderful! My faith in you is even stronger now. It's perfect to have such a powerful and noble wizard like you protecting me on this journey."

The Salvadorian wizard glanced at the Cord wizard beside Locke, his brow furrowing in displeasure. "A family wizard from the Land of Six Towers? Damn it."

The old man's smile vanished instantly, and he stood beside Locke, as if he couldn't interact with the old wizard Cord.

"Christine didn't tell me that I was going to walk alongside these evil ecological destroyers."

"Wizard Augustine, must we sit with him?"

Locke opened his mouth, then his heart skipped a beat. He knew something was wrong; trouble was brewing.

Locke said, "Yes, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Salvador the wizard looked disgusted, but he glanced at Locke and then at old wizard Cord, as if weighing the options in his mind.

For him, it was a rare treat to have such a reliable botanical wizard escorting him, but the fact that he had to travel with wizards from the sorcery school made him very uncomfortable.

So the Salvadorian wizard took seven or eight masks and gloves from his astral ring and put them on, explaining to Locke, "These ecological destroyers carry some unclean things, so I should try to minimize contact with them."

“However, it’s alright, Wizard Augustine, you are an exception. A breeder and botanist of your caliber are nature’s darlings, the people we, the Hand of the Jungle, love most.” Locke watched as the strange old wizard Salvador quickly put on six masks and a pair of gloves. Each mask was printed with slogans from the Hand of the Jungle, such as: [Those who destroy the ecosystem should be immediately imprisoned in the wizarding prison], [You are destroying the living environment of future generations], [Killing a fish is equivalent to killing ten people]…

Locke's heart skipped a beat, and he finally understood why Senior Sister Christine had sold him the Swarm Consciousness Potion at half price.

Locke hesitated, but when he saw the old man from El Salvador's eyes filled with a conviction comparable to that of a holy master, he stopped talking.

'No wonder my senior asked me to escort her,' Locke thought to himself. 'She had no choice but to ask me; if she had asked a wizard from another discipline, this old man would have treated him like an untouchable and berated him to death.'

'In this old man's mind, there seems to be a hierarchical order, with botanical wizards being the highest, followed by wizards from other disciplines in order... I wonder how this old man will react when he sees a wizard from the psychic school.'

Ignoring the awkward atmosphere, Locke said, "Since there are no problems, let's board the ship."

Locke glanced at the old man from El Salvador, wondering what the business logic behind the Hand of the Jungle was. How could such an extreme idea attract the help of so many important figures?

As a result, the Hand of the Jungle grew stronger and stronger.

The three arrived at the boarding area, where they learned something from a first-class wizard apprentice clerk.

At the boarding gate, the clerk bowed deeply to the three and apologized. "I'm sorry, esteemed wizards. You originally booked three first-class seats on the Silver Shuttle of the Sun, didn't you? But now, the first-class area has been reserved by a wizard... who paid double the price."

"A full three hundred thousand magic stones!"

"So, everyone, you can wait for the next trip, and our Sun Chasing Silver Shuttle will be responsible for compensation, or you can go to first class. We will refund the difference to you."

The Silver Shuttle of the Sun appears to be run by a wizarding organization of an alchemical school, judging by the wizarding robes worn by the first-class wizarding apprentice clerks and the insignia of their wizarding academy.

The entire wizard airship seemed to be the academy's headquarters.

Old Wizard Cord was somewhat angry. "But we made a reservation beforehand."

The clerk was somewhat frightened. "Sir, I'm so sorry..."

Locke stopped the old wizard Cord and said, "Then let's change to first class."

Actually, there's not much difference between first class and premium class; it's just a matter of name. It's just that Peggy doesn't know why she booked the best seat for herself—premium class.

Locke saw a group of wizards in the distance, quite a large group, with the wizards surrounding one of the witches like stars around the moon.

The witch looked young, only in her early twenties, with an innocent face and an incredibly beautiful appearance. She wore a wizard's robe adorned with jewels, exuding an air of nobility.

Among her guards was an old wizard at the first level of the liquefaction stage, who seemed to be an elder of her family. He stayed close to her and protected her.

The old wizard Cord was initially angry, but upon seeing the person, he immediately lost his temper and whispered to Locke, "Lord Augustine, that person is actually Alicia Plutarch, the little princess of the Plutarch family, the ruling family of the Six Towers. It is said that she is also the Child of the Elements and the most talented witch in the Plutarch family this generation, so she is highly regarded."

"It was her. No wonder she's so rich."

Locke glanced at Alicia Plutarch in the distance. Whatever, as long as it didn't affect his earnings from escorting the old man, it didn't matter.

(End of this chapter)