Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 786 You shall be called Ranger—Nicholas Shaw!
Locke pondered how to digest this world.

First, we must continue to expand the forests in this world, and then use the Ecological Alliance Charm to maintain connections here.

But if possible, I might invest in the southeast corner area to set up a private foundation.

Locke recalled the breeder competition he had participated in during his apprenticeship in the Southeast Corner. He had lacked experience at the time, and the Sophia Witch was also outside the system, so he hadn't applied for many school grants.

But in fact, Lilith's Cottage has a large number of funds established for various purposes.

After all, as long as you have a strong enough reason to spend money, you can always find someone to give you money to spend.

'To accelerate my journey to becoming a Star Ring Wizard, it seems I still need to spend money, and I can certainly rely on a horizontal fund.'

Locke pondered, 'If I could have an entire academy of students contemplating for me, forging their own power system, the process would undoubtedly be accelerated.'

But training an academy from scratch is far too slow.

That doesn't fit my current situation either.

Therefore, if it is possible to support the wizarding academy from which one comes, especially those wizards in that academy who study the Forest Sanctuary—researching the power of Myster, then these people can be used as a last resort.

The best way to mobilize them is to establish their own foundation on campus, or to create a competition in their own name.

It's like a silent witch.

Then you can use them to achieve your own goals.

However, I still need to think about these things carefully.

At this moment, Locke sensed that the burial ground in the core area of ​​the Louis dimension was already collapsing.

Winter is separated from death, allowing vast swathes of the Dead Winter Knights to rest in peace.

Meanwhile, the wizard Berber Morgan howled above Locke's forest sanctuary, standing atop the Frost Bone Dragon, feeling his own decline.

He still has backup plans and other methods.

He has lived for a thousand years and has accumulated research results on many projects in various lower-level wizarding lands.

Even though they are all products of low-level thinking, they can still help him at this moment.

But the problem now is that he's too old.

He is a thousand years old.

His soul, body, and spirit have all aged.

Faced with unstable demonic pressure, he simply didn't have time to use those methods.

Berber Morgan the wizard said, "I hate it."

"I hate white wizards, and I hate black wizards too."

"You have all twisted my will. My will, my soul, Locke Augustine!"

His wizard's robes burst into flames, and a royal decree inlaid with white bones floated in mid-air. Locke had seen this before; it was the decree of the Great King.

As soon as this thing was used, Locke immediately used Banxia to cast the second-circle spell model [Summer Grass and Firefly] in an attempt to stop him from using it.

Locke never expected that he would have a blank imperial edict on him.

That thing could leave special marks on the mysterious ancient tree of the underworld, and it was used to create the Netherworld Iron Pillar, the core of the Netherworld Studies of the Netherworld Holy Cult for five hundred years.

The skeletal body beneath Berber Morgan's wizard robes was shrouded in his own green soulfire.

He screamed in agony.

"Locke Augustine, I will never let you go, even if it means my death! I'll drag you down with me! Let's die together! Hahaha, taking away a white wizard genius might not be so bad."

Berber Morgan took a unique, black-glowing rib from his own chest and threw it at the blank imperial edict, looking at Locke, who possessed a young soul, with envy.

"Please have the Grand Seal of the Imperial Household affix its seal, please have the Auditorium affix its seal, please have the Central Council Minister affix its seal, please have the Duke of the Palace affix his seal, please have the Palace of Bones affix its seal! Please have the Oversight Council affix its seal!"

"Please stamp the Palace of the Dead, please stamp the Palace Master, please stamp the Four Courts of Punishments!"

"Please issue a decree, Your Majesty!"

Locke frowned, realizing something was wrong. He waved the half-summer in his hand, summoning summer magic to interrupt the Great King's decree.

He simply waved Banxia, ​​and the fiery red star that it transformed into floated above the blank imperial edict of the Great Ruler, unable to get any closer.

"Hahaha……"

Berber Morgan burst into laughter.

"Locke Augustine, you are doomed. This is the High King's decree; how can you lowly wizards possibly resist it?"

Locke snorted coldly.

“Since the Enlightenment, where have there been any more great wizards? I can’t stand your charlatanry.”

'Ah……'

A voice came from behind the Great King's decree.

Locke and Berber Morgan were both taken aback.

The next moment, Berber Morgan was overjoyed.

"Lord of the Palace of Bones, please affix your seal, Your Majesty!"

Unexpectedly, the voice seemed to completely ignore Berber Morgan, whose magical pressure had weakened, and instead said to Locke, "Little brat from Mount Golden Crown, you have quite the big mouth. You say we're just playing tricks? That's not wrong."

"But what good things are you, Golden Crown Mountain?"

"They are all relics of the old era."

"Your Golden Crown Mountain is nothing more than a relic left over from the pure-blood era. We're all the same."

Locke was momentarily distracted. The voices in the conversation seemed to contain some kind of profound enchanting magic, and he was already swayed by just hearing them speak.

I felt an ancient power, coming from the distant past.

Moreover, he sensed from the conversation that the other person possessed a great deal of knowledge that he himself did not know.

For example, the other party might say that everyone is a relic of the old era, and that there seems to be something about them that they don't understand.

This made me start to consider what the other person had said, and wonder if there was anything correct in it.

The next moment, the starlight of the Holy Dragon Star appeared in Locke's mind. His eyes were clear, and he retorted, "The modern magical age can accommodate everything."

"The only difference is whether some people are willing to enter the modern magical age."

The voice that came from behind the imperial edict seemed somewhat surprised.

"Not bad, you were actually able to withstand my [Undead Echo]. Your willpower is impressive. You are quite outstanding among the younger generation."

"Heh. So it's the legacy of the Holy Dragon Star, magical power from the Dark Ages. Kid, don't underestimate the power of the past. How much of the power you possess now isn't from the past?"

"The past is the most powerful force in this world. Let me show you this eternal world that we, the Pale Pilgrimage, have conceived and have already partially realized!"

The power behind the imperial edict seemed to be angered by Locke's statement that he was unwilling to enter the modern magical era, and a world evolved behind the edict.

It was a world of the dead.

There was not a single living creature.

A university of the dead, composed of various liches, is scattered throughout that world, where countless undead of all kinds can be seen.

The Lich King and the Frostbone Dragons are just the most ordinary undead among them.

Locke even saw the Undead Root Realm in that world.

In that world, there were also numerous undead courts, with complex positions and rampant bureaucracy, clearly indicating that the world still employed a monarchical system.

The various universities of the dead are subordinate institutions established by the monarchs.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, Locke was still able to recognize the undead from the Age of Stars, as well as the special [Realms of the Dead] that, although greatly changed over time, still belonged to various kingdoms.

That was practically a world of perpetual death.

The lich wizards became eternal, wielding wisdom and power, and ruled that world forever.

They reigned supreme there, forever occupying a position.

Time seemed to stand still there.

Locke was alarmed. If the other party dared to let him see it, it meant that it wouldn't be a secret to a second-ring wizard.

That is very likely what the dark wizarding world of the Pale Pilgrimage looks like.

What concerned Locke even more was that he had only glanced at the Pale Pilgrimage Haunted Land from afar, but that place seemed to have many things similar to, yet different from, the Kingdom's Domain.

A tiger eye appeared on Locke's forehead. The three-eyed tiger cat's perception enhanced his basic vision as a second-circle wizard, causing the territory of the Eternal Empire to begin to blur in Locke's sight.

That world transformed into a series of circular realms.

Each circle resembles a kingdom's territory.

But there are differences.

The entire Pale Pilgrimage world seems to be made up of those overlapping circles.

Is that the Pale Pilgrimage?

It truly lives up to its reputation as one of the strongholds of necromancers.

The overlapping circles formed a static world that remained unchanged forever. With just a fleeting glimpse, seeing only the tip of the iceberg, Locke sensed the grandeur and magnificence of that world.

And that eternal, unchanging world.

A voice appeared behind the imperial edict.

“Locke Augustine, I think you are also a talented person. How about this, look at Berber Morgan, he was also a white wizard in his lifetime, just an ordinary first-circle wizard, and he lived to be five hundred years old.”

"After his death, he lived a second life on my pale pilgrimage."

"You can continue to be a white wizard for now, pursuing the truth in your white wizarding university, but if one day you die, you can enter my Pale Pilgrimage after death and live a second life."

"So, this deal is a sure thing for you, you're guaranteed to make a profit."

"If you join my Pale Pilgrimage, I will grant you the position of [Death Knight General] of the Bone Palace, which is higher than Berber Morgan's mere [Lich General] position!"

"The Lich General can only lead one Scourge unit, while the Death Knight General has ten Lich Kings and ten Scourge units under his command."

“This is my investment in your future. Right now, you are far from worthy of this official position.”

Berber Morgan was stunned. He had intended to exchange a blank imperial edict for Locke's after Locke dismantled his great magic, but the palace master seemed to have taken a liking to him and promised to guide him into the Pale Pilgrimage after his death.

This left Berber Morgan with a sense of powerlessness, as if he had been betrayed.

He has guarded the southeastern corner of the Pale Pilgrimage for hundreds of years, working hard to grow chives here for the Pale Pilgrimage. Is it possible that even this small wish cannot be fulfilled?
When Locke saw that the other party had proposed a trade, he began to think about it seriously. The rule of the White Wizard Society was that once a trade was proposed, no matter who the other party was, one had to seriously consider whether the trade could make money.

Make money, not shabby.

Locke asked, "What is the price of living a second life in your Pale Pilgrimage?"

The palace chief said, “Your soul will forever belong to the Pale Lord. Furthermore, in your second life, you must be completely subservient to the Lord. The Lord’s interests are above yours, and your undead scourge is part of the Lord’s undead court.”

Locke said, "That won't do. I'll lose money."

As a white wizard, Locke saw through the other party's trick at a glance.

Wizards naturally undergo a normal cycle of birth and death after death and can be reincarnated.

Good heavens, if I join the Pale Pilgrimage, it's like walking into someone else's summons banner.

Is this what they call living a second life?
This is called being enslaved by a high-ranking necromancer using necromancy.

'The Pale Lord studied at the White Wizarding University, didn't he? To describe such a cruel thing as living a second life.'

People who aren't smart enough might actually be fooled.

Not to mention that becoming a third-ring wizard allows one to remain uncorrupted for several lifetimes and possess blessings from past lives.

The tenth prince possesses special crown magic.

Even sun-ring wizards seem to have some privileges of reincarnation.

Furthermore, once you become a formal wizard, you will have the privilege of reincarnating without your soul disintegrating. This applies to both first-ring and second-ring wizards.

In the case of a typical soul being reincarnated, it may need to disintegrate and be broken into pieces, just like matter, before it can be reincarnated.

It reassembles with other soul fragments into a single soul.

A first-ring wizard reincarnated can generally retain most of their soul, but everything is reset and they start over.

A second-circle wizard reincarnation can basically guarantee the complete integrity of the soul.

But we still need to clean up everything and start all over again.

It is said that from the beginning of a Sun Ring Wizard, some residual magic will accompany the reincarnation, while the reincarnation of a Third Ring Wizard will be accompanied by crown magic, and can enjoy ten lifetimes of blessings.

Therefore, the Pale Pilgrimage is only more tempting to mortals and apprentices. For first-ring wizards, it is a seemingly advantageous but actually very detrimental thing.

This is utter nonsense for any second-circle wizard.

Not to mention for someone like myself who wants to become a high-ring wizard.

The palace official behind the imperial edict didn't seem angry.

"It's alright, young people are far from life and death. You have plenty of time."

"Someday, I will come back to ask you again."

The Palace Master finally spoke to Berber Morgan.

"Giving you a blank imperial edict is not for you to sacrifice your life to activate it and use it to kill a mere ordinary second-circle wizard."

"This imperial edict is to send you to deal with the Lord of the Forbidden Forest."

“Berber Morgan, you are foolish. Do you know how many resources a blank imperial edict requires from the Pale Pilgrimage?”

Berber Morgan gritted his teeth.

“Nalock Augustine advanced too quickly. He is a dangerous white wizard. He comes from the southeast corner region and has become a second-circle wizard from a first-circle wizard in less than five years.”

"He's dangerous."

The palace chief chuckled.

"So what? We don't care."

"After all, he's a low-level wizard; his perspective is incomplete."

"Everyone has to die. No matter how powerful he is, can he not die? Every living person is just a potential ally. We are not afraid of these enemies."

"On the contrary, you actually used the Great King's decree on someone other than the Lord of the Forbidden Forest. If I hadn't stopped you, I'm afraid the Great King would have been furious and ordered the three agencies to investigate us at the same time. When His Majesty is angry, ten thousand corpses will submit."

“Berber Morgan, your application for the seal was not in accordance with procedure, so I rejected it. You want nine institutions to stamp your seal so that you can pass the Great Khan's decree?”

The palace eunuch said, "Don't think about it."

Locke stood there, stunned.

Nine organizations?

Previously there were only six organizations.

Goodness, after five hundred years, has the organization become even more complicated?
The bureaucracy at the Pale Pilgrimage is quite severe.

Locke was speechless. It seemed that even if he accepted all the drawbacks of living a second life through the Pale Pilgrimage, he still wouldn't go to the Pale Pilgrimage, since he didn't like such a lifeless place.

However, what exactly is the connection between the Pale Pilgrimage and the Lich Kings of the Age of Stars?
Is there a relationship between the two?
The palace chief commanded, “Lich General, your demonic pressure has weakened. You must use the Great King’s decree correctly, as His Majesty has instructed you.”

Berber Morgan immediately understood.

In the present world, his true form immediately knelt down in the direction of Yunze Wetland, leaving both the white wizards from the White Wizard Association who came to provide support and the black wizards here feeling bewildered.

The wizard Berber Morgan knelt down, "Please, Your Majesty, issue a decree."

Instantly, his clone and his main body completely collapsed in that instant.

At the same time, Locke's subconscious saw the blank imperial edict disappear in the Louis world, and the voice of the palace chief appeared in Locke's ears.

"Heh...a young and outstanding wizard from Yunze Wetland."

"The Pale Pilgrimage will always be open to you. When you face death again, I will come to guide you and give you a second chance."

Locke snorted coldly, his eyes indifferent.

Good grief, they've got their eyes on me.

But he wasn't like Berber Morgan, that good-for-nothing.

Locke wasn't afraid, after all, Mount Golden Crown and the Pale Pilgrimage were wizarding organizations of the same caliber.

Pale Pilgrimage is one of the necromancers' strongholds, and Mount Golden Crown is one of the best high-efficiency agricultural universities in the Eastern Frontier.

Each other, each other.

There are people backing me.

If a wizard from a small wizarding organization were to be targeted by such a large wizarding organization, he would certainly be alarmed.

Locke, however, fell into thought. 'The world I saw certainly used a lot of technology from the Kingdom's realm. Only, it was much more advanced.'

'But the Pale Pilgrimage is a world that never changes. They're unlikely to achieve technological advancements, and if I'm not mistaken, the Pale Pilgrimage must have its own wizarding university within the wizarding world.'

'It's just very likely not in Yunze Wetland. Otherwise, their technological advancements cannot be explained.'

Locke keenly perceived this.

Could it be that among the seven top universities in Yunze Wetland, some are universities that only offer pale tours?
wrong.

None of the seven top universities have anyone researching necromancy.

Could it be the Southern Witch Capital?

Locke shook his head slightly.

Forget it, this matter doesn't concern me much. I'm not a high-ring wizard, so I don't need to worry about such a big issue.

I should take care of myself first and think about my own project.

"Berber is dead. The Dark Wizards' Alliance's operation in the present world has failed."

Locke pondered, "Although I intervened unintentionally, I did disrupt the Pale Pilgrimage. Moreover, it seems that the Rose Council's plans are also involved."

"Now that Berber is dead, the world portal will soon close. I need to take advantage of this time to rapidly expand my forest and stabilize this world."

"Otherwise, this world war would have been a waste of my efforts."

Locke appeared in the land of the dead in the collapsed Louis world, then placed his palm on the three winter plum trees, and then activated the synthesis function of the synthesis cube.

The next moment, the three winter plum trees began to combine.

After becoming a second-circle wizard, the ability to synthesize cubes has been greatly upgraded. Not only can it synthesize level 8 items, but it can also synthesize level 9 and level 10 items.

At this time, the three winter plum trees were classified as level 9 items.

The old Rubik's Cube would not have been able to be used to synthesize these items, but the current Rubik's Cube can be used to synthesize level 10 items, so it is still possible to synthesize them.

The three winter plum trees began to synthesize.

The flow of time in the Louisiana plane differs from that in the Wizarding World. This calculation is extremely difficult because the time ratios of the two are different, but the magical tide concentration gradient is closely related to the time conversion ratio.

The higher the concentration gradient of the magical tide, the slower the flow of time; conversely, the lower the concentration gradient of the magical tide, the faster the flow of time.

Time is, after all, a subjective thing. Essentially, the so-called passage of time is the speed at which the sun and moon alternate and the speed at which matter decays.

The lower the concentration of magical tides and the lower the world level, the faster time passes.

However, due to the existence of the Berber wizard, the timeline of this world was very similar to that of the wizarding world.

Because of his existence, the time flow of the two worlds will continue to converge.

With his death, the Louisiana dimension, whose time flow had been forcibly tied to the timeline, returned to its normal flow. What was five minutes in the Wizarding World was a day in this world.

The Louisiana Plane.

Locke sensed that the concentration of magical energy in this world was decreasing after the death of the wizard Berber.

Berber wizards brought a double-edged sword to the world.

On the one hand, it almost turned a living plane into a dead plane; on the other hand, it increased the concentration and level of the magical tides in this plane.

At this moment, as his immense magic collapsed, the world returned to its original state.

After all, the reason why time flows so fast here is because the concentration gradient of magical tides is relatively low.

'I am still aging at the same rate as the wizarding world.'

Locke realized what was happening.

There are still so many things in this world that I don't understand.

"As a result, my lifespan in this world has inexplicably increased by more than a hundred times."

Locke's expression was strange.

"Although it's not very meaningful. Because after the concentration gradient of the magical tide drops, there's not much I can do here."

"It might even reduce the strength."

"Of course, as long as I create a forest here and increase the concentration of magical tides, I can bring the flow of time in line with the wizarding world."

"Time science is truly complex, and plane science is an even more profound system of knowledge."

Locke used the Moon of Evolution to continuously catalyze the forest, allowing this world to regain its forest cover, thus meeting the minimum conditions for forming a stable ecological alliance spell.

If I were to go back now, I would have lost this world.

Therefore, he needed to expand the forest immediately to consolidate his gains.

"We need to speed things up."

Locke looked at the native student he had taken in this world, the human boy. "What's your name?"

The human boy was taken aback. "Teacher, my father calls me Gouza."

"They say a humble name makes a child easier to raise, and that when they grow up they will be strong and able to become the best hunter in the tribe."

Locke shook his head slightly.

"You've grown up and become a hero who will save the world. The evil spirits will never appear again. From today onwards, you are my student."

"I will teach you how to connect with nature, understand the world, and how to protect this forest. You need a proper name."

The human boy said to Locke, "Please give me a name, teacher."

Locke pondered for a moment and said, "Use a name that's popular in my world. You can call yourself Nicholas Shaw."

'Teaching him knowledge and making him a wizard won't work. That would merely be repeating the power system of the wizarding world, the birthplace of my ultimate magic.'

'I need to transform myself, to create power that belongs to me. But this won't happen overnight, so I'll use this native disciple as an experiment.'

Locke said to Nicholas Shaw, "Shaw, I am a Ranger, and I will make you the first Ranger in the world."

Locke thought of the forest guardian from his previous life—the Ranger—and casually gave his power system a name.

Anyway, it's just a name.

The key is the internal power structure.

Regarding the key points.

I haven't figured it out yet; it's still a complete blank.

I haven't read enough articles.

When I go back this time, I will make my clone go to the library to read literature every day.

(End of this chapter)