Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 767 Leaked Tea Techniques

The Rose Witch and her entourage walked in front of the wizard town. She was wearing a pink wizard's robe, had two ponytails, and a pink wizard's hat. Beside her, an old third-ring wizard with a white beard offered to hold up a third-ring magical wizard's umbrella made by the Rose Council for her.

The Rose Witch treated the wizard's umbrella as if it were just a parasol.

Behind her were five students, all of whom were her personal disciples, and to her left followed a young witch—Rose Tacitus.

Today, Rose Tacitus is still wearing a black wizard's robe that looks dangerous yet beautiful. There is a black demon rose on her shoulder, but her dress has changed. Her dress seems to have a natural plant color.

It is a special material woven by a magic weaver, but it has the color of plants, the fragrance of roses, and even a special fruity aroma.

Locke paused for a moment, because as he walked out of the house and stood on the street of the wizard town with his fellow students, when he saw Rose the witch, three words immediately popped into his mind—'plastic flower'!
Locke quickly used the Water Gourd System to check the free articles of mainstream second-circle wizards in the Rose Council. He was now a second-circle wizard and had that permission.

It was then that he noticed the three pillar disciplines of the Rose Council: the language of roses, botany, and textiles.

Botany and textile science are both second-level disciplines, while the study of the language of roses is a third-level discipline. In other words, the study of the language of roses has not even developed a root context.

But Locke noticed a blind spot in their free literature that he had previously missed.

Yes, the Rose Council developed something like the Doomsday Flower that destroyed the Heliotus Royal Court of King Otto 70,000 years ago.

Plastic flowers!
I should have thought of this a long time ago.

Locke looked at an article he had found written by a second-ring flower language master from the Rose Council, titled "Spinning without shuttles to construct the microstructure of rose-like magical plants: achieving the form of a flower that never withers."

Locke said, "That's right. The Rose Council has a large number of alchemists specializing in textiles, as well as a large number of breeders and botanical wizards, plus the study of flower language with flower arrangement as its core... So it's almost certain that plastic flowers, or some kind of textile artificial flowers, will be made using textiles."

"What could be more in line with flower language artists' love for magical flowering plants than an artificial flower that never changes its shape and doesn't require extensive professional breeding knowledge?"

Locke snapped out of his reverie and looked at the witch Rose. But this direction was probably quite cutting-edge for the Rose Council, something they were exploring to see if it could be developed.

At that moment, Locke noticed that while he was sizing up the Rose witch, the beautiful but dangerous-looking Rose witch was also sizing him up.

Rose Witch said to the Rose Witch beside her, "Is that my opponent, Great-Grandma?"

"He looks rather handsome."

The Rose Witch chuckled, "I think so. This is my first time meeting him too. Hmm, he seems familiar."

A thoughtful look appeared in her eyes, as if she had thought of something.

"I feel like I've encountered this kind of temperament somewhere before."

The Rose Witch walked forward normally, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

She immediately cleared her mind of all distractions, her eyes sharpened, and she looked toward the edge of the wizard town. There, she saw peach trees suddenly sprouting from the ground.

Because of these peach trees, forming a sparse peach grove, the Rose Witch and her students were unable to proceed.

The Rose Witch's eyes flickered.

"Katya, today is a great day to celebrate your student becoming a second-circle wizard. We are friends, so even though you didn't invite me, I still came uninvited."

"After all, you've invited most of the big shots in Yunze Wetland, how could you not invite me?"

"But what is the meaning of adding me to the Peach Blossom Curse's blacklist?"

The Rose Witch met the Catherine Witch across the entire central street of the wizarding town. "Are we enemies?" she asked.

The witch Catherine sat in the central square of the wizard town. At the long table she sat were people of high status and power in Yunze, including the director of the White Wizard Association, the head of the key laboratory of various colleges, or administrative leaders.

Even at the far end of the long table were the deans of medium to large-sized colleges.

At this moment, everyone who saw this scene showed either embarrassment or curiosity.

These two were enemies from the very beginning, when they were just ordinary third-ring wizards.

The two of them have often competed for projects, and now it is said that their ten-person project is in competition with each other, as are some key individual projects.

Although this competition is not a life-or-death struggle, whoever loses the competition will lose some support.

Their research had reached the point where it cost an astronomical amount of money every day, to the point that it would terrify any ordinary wizard.

Therefore, whether or not they can obtain the full support of the Yunze Council is already a very important matter.

Catherine the Witch dismissed the Rose Witch's question.

"Aren't we enemies?"

Upon hearing this, all the high-ranking wizards and wizards of high status at the banquet fell silent, afraid that if they uttered a single sound, they might say something wrong and be inexplicably dragged into an academic conflict.

The Director of Organization of the White Wizarding Association, a fourth-circle wizard, wore a smile.

The other two directors from the White Wizards Association who came here were also pleased with this.

These two directors are the Director of the Sacred Division and the Director of the Demon Hunter Division, respectively, both of whom are powerful figures in the local White Wizard Association.

A wizarding land typically has 9-15 directors.

At this moment, the three divisions that have arrived here are among the most important divisions of the White Wizard Association.

However, Yunze Wetland's values ​​are to pursue performance, to overcome superiors, and to compete with each other. Therefore, the three directors had no intention of mediating the minor conflict between the two chief wizard instructors of the top wizarding academies.

On the contrary, the greater the competition between the two, the better.

The White Wizard Association of a certain region has limited funds. Much of the Yunze Wetland's finances are directly handed over to the Star Domain Sea, to be managed by the Eastern Boundary-level White Wizard Association of the Star Domain Sea. Therefore, they cannot simultaneously provide full support to two throne wizards who want to break through to the fourth ring.

They can only choose one of the best candidates.

Of course, the other one cannot be completely abandoned, because if a throne wizard leaves this wizarding land, it will be a huge loss for the wizarding land.

The throne wizard wields wisdom and power, and bears various responsibilities; if he leaves, the consequences are far-reaching.

Once someone reaches the level of a Throne Wizard, their actions can no longer be considered the actions of an individual, but rather the actions of an entire academic lineage!
Therefore, the White Wizarding Association will still support the one who lost the competition for the throne, but it will not be able to go all out as much.

At this moment, the Rose Witch outside the wizard town frowned, clearly not expecting that the Catherine Witch would dare to admit in public that they were enemies, without leaving any semblance of decency.

The next moment, Catherine the Witch said, "I was just kidding, Anna. Others may not know, but don't I know? You and I have always been best friends, now, before, and in the future."

The Rose Witch snorted coldly, "Then remove the Peach Blossom Curse!"

The witch Catherine said, "No. The Peach Blossom Curse is a protective magic array of Mount Golden Crown, passed down for thousands of years."

"The Peach Blossom Spell can keep annoying wizards away. So I can't leave."

A cold glint flashed in the Rose Witch's eyes, and instantly, a rain of rose petals began to fall from the sky above the wizarding town. The Rose Witch's delicate hands moved as if she were planting cuttings, causing the rain of rose petals to flow rhythmically in the sky.

Locke looked up and felt that the rose rain summoned by the Rose Witch, a third-circle wizard specializing in textiles and botany, seemed extraordinary. The direction in which the petals flowed seemed to be stitch by stitch.

'It's very similar to the new textile science.'

Locke suddenly realized what was happening.

"Yes, the two textile science departments only recently separated. There's already a lot of overlap. As a third-ringed throne wizard, the Rose Witch's magic, when combining textile and botanical magic, will naturally possess new textile characteristics."

'It feels strangely familiar. And it's even more impressive.'

The rain of roses falling from the sky was like a normal rain, but the interweaving of the raindrops was an interweaving of dimensional power. As countless petals fell, it was as if a world had fallen.

The rain in that area continues to weave and swirl, using flower petals to perform a magical weaving act.

One peach tree after another withered and fell into ruin, and the peach trees on the edge of the wizard town automatically gave way.

At this moment, Catherine the Witch did not want to give the Rose Witch the opportunity to show off the magic of the Rose Council in front of everyone, so she waved her hand and suddenly released the Peach Blossom Curse just as the conflict between the Peach Blossom Curse and the Rose Witch's spell was about to reach its most intense point.

Instantly, all the peach trees that enveloped the wizard town transformed from mature trees into saplings, and finally into a seed, which automatically buried itself in the soil and disappeared.

When the Rose Witch saw that the Catherine Witch had dispelled the Peach Blossom Curse without activating its true power, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth and stood there motionless for a long time.

She was afraid that others would notice her loss of composure.

'Damn Catherine.'

The Rose Witch thought to herself, 'It's always been like this, so cunning, never giving me a chance to cast spells in front of others.'

On the other side, Catherine the Witch smiled.

Anna is trying to cause trouble for me and steal the spotlight at my party. I won't let her get away with it.

'A guest is a guest. I have no need to compete with her in magic.'

'However, Anna is increasingly combining textile science and botany quite well. That spell just now was indeed quite effective.'

The Rose Witch led her six students directly to the central square of the wizarding town. She sat down at the opposite end of the long table and had her students choose empty seats to sit in.

At that moment, Senior Brother Georta said to Locke and the others, "Let's go, the Rose Witch is causing trouble again. We need to hurry over there and not leave our teacher to face them alone."

At this moment, the group quickly returned to the central square of Wizard Town.

At this moment, Catherine the Witch was actually surrounded by many wizards from Mount Golden Crown, some of whom were wizards from the Academic Committee, and others were students she had trained under the Mount Golden Crown teaching system.

The witches Catherine and Rose were on the verge of war; when enemies met, their eyes immediately turned hostile.

The Rose Witch's eyes blazed with fury as she thought about how many projects the other party had stolen from her and how many projects they had stolen from her students.

Catherine the witch was also furious, thinking about how many good things the other party had ruined for her.

However, neither of them showed any anger on their faces. They just looked at each other with smiles in their eyes and did not say anything against each other.

The witch Catherine said to the witch Commodus, the leader of a group beside her, "Have your students pour a cup of our Golden Crown Mountain specialty, Cloud Lake Green Snail, for the 11th Rose Witch of the Rose Council."

The Rose Witch smiled.

"No need, I brought better tea with me this time. Have you forgotten? Our Rose Council also produces tea, and it's even better; we produce flower tea."

Mentioning this made the atmosphere at the long table even more awkward.

As an invited senator, the old wizard Fisher couldn't contain himself upon hearing this.

“Your Majesty, the Rose Council stole a large amount of mature tea-making techniques from our Golden Crown Mountain and Luxu Bridge in the past. Although this matter has nothing to do with you.”

"That was something the seventh Rose Witch did. But I, Golden Crown Mountain, have never forgotten that painful experience. It's quite a strange story that some people who became plant hunters actually ended up at the wizarding university next to the same wizarding land."

"The 11th Rose Witch, your university's plant hunter is infamous. But I've heard you're no less impressive; you recently stole one of our Sun Ring Wizards."

"Hahaha... Fellow wizards, be careful. When recruiting wizard mentors in the future, do thorough background checks. Don't ever recruit another disciple of the Rose Throne."

The Rose Witch herself showed no anger, only a smile as she shook her head, her ponytail swaying.

Her eldest apprentice, however, had an angry look on his face and was about to speak.

The Rose Witch suddenly raised her right hand.

"Enough with the nonsense. Katya, I heard you have a disciple who has become a second-circle wizard, and she's the same age as my Tacitus family's granddaughter."

"Therefore, I brought my granddaughter here specifically to communicate with your students."

Catherine the Witch immediately understood what she meant.

How to communicate?

The Rose Witch said, "Rose."

Rose the Witch stepped out from beside Rose the Witch, bowed to Catherine the Witch, and then looked at Locke and said, "Our mentors are friends, and we are about the same age, so we are of the same generation."

"Therefore, I would like to have a chat with you. I recently wove a piece of cloth, and I heard that you have received the inheritance of the Holy Dragon, while the Peach Bow Thorn Arrow is one of the research directions of His Majesty the Red Dragon Throne."

"I want you to shoot down this piece of my cloth. If you can, then I have lost. Otherwise..."

Locke looked at the witch Catherine, who nodded slightly.

Under Rose's expectant gaze, Locke stepped forward and said, "Exchange? Sure. But it's too boring, there's no reward at all. We white wizards don't do things that don't make money, so if there's no benefit at all, I have no interest."

Catherine the Witch smiled.

The Rose Witch was slightly taken aback. In the Rose Council, she could not tolerate students with such individuality.

After all, she had seen Catherine the Witch nod and let Locke accept the challenge.

As a result, Locke did not accept immediately, but instead demanded a prize before they could even begin to communicate.

What if we refuse?

interesting.

(End of this chapter)