Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Once the atmosphere had calmed down, Cersei spoke again:

"A powerful Saint Mark is enough to allow the academy to gain a foothold in the wizarding world, and our voice will be heard even further throughout the myriad realms."

She paused, shifting her gaze from Lynn to every single Stigmata Wizard present.

"We've taken this step; the next step won't be far off."

After saying that, she took a step back and turned to look at Lynn.

"Lord Lynn, please come up and say a few words."

Lynn nodded, not at all surprised that he was required to speak.

Fortunately, I wasn't completely unprepared. In my past life, when I was a corporate slave, I spoke quite a bit, especially at company year-end parties and dinners...

There are formulas for all of this!

Lynn stepped forward and stood where Cecily had just been standing, a polite smile on his face, the corners of his mouth turned up just right, not too much and not too little.

His gaze swept across the crowd, lingering on Gregor's face for a moment before he took a deep breath and spoke.

Formula 1: Thank you!

"Thank you all for coming to my promotion banquet today despite your busy schedules."

"Here, I would like to thank the college for its attention to me. Without the college's nurturing, I would not be where I am today."

His voice was steady, his pace moderate, and every word was clear.

Gregor stood at the front of the crowd, his lips twitching slightly.

What kind of talk is this? When has the college ever valued you? What have they ever done to cultivate you? You really just spout off whatever comes to mind.

"Of course, the person I need to thank the most is my mentor, His Excellency Gregor."

"It was you who took me in and taught me when I was still an apprentice who knew nothing. You taught me not only witchcraft, but also the principles of being a person."

Lynn looked at Gregor sincerely.

"You often said that the path to becoming a wizard begins with being a good person, and then you become a wizard. I have always kept that in mind."

Gregor's lips twitched again, this time more violently than before.

No... When did I ever teach you how to be a decent human being?

Did I say that? I don't remember doing that.

You're really good at talking nonsense.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Gregor couldn't help but look away and gaze at the crystal on the ceiling.

This crystal is so shiny...

Lynn chuckled inwardly as he looked at Gregor's embarrassed expression.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

After expressing his gratitude, Lynn continued speaking without stopping.

Formula Two: Emotional Appeal!

"Back then, I was just a lowly slave in a remote town. I've cultivated myself step by step to reach my current level. It hasn't been easy for me to get to where I am today."

Lynn's voice lowered.

"I have witnessed life and death, betrayal, and the darkness of human nature. These things once caused me unbearable pain and even made me lose hope in life."

"But at the same time, I have also seen light, seen hope, and seen people lend a helping hand when I was in my most difficult time."

He looked at Gregor.

"These hardships have shaped me into who I am today, transforming me from a naive boy into a responsible and accountable wizard!"

"Therefore, I sincerely thank everyone I've met along the way. Without you all, I wouldn't be who I am today!"

The hall was quiet.

Some people lowered their heads, some looked at Lynn, and some looked at their wine glasses.

Everyone was speechless after hearing this statement.

They were all asking themselves, "Am I really that important? Did I indirectly create a Stigmata Wizard?"

I'm so awesome!

Wayne leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smile playing on his lips, quietly watching Lynn's performance.

Field stood in the corner, holding a wine glass in his hand, the wine swirling gently inside.

He gradually realized that Lynn's words sounded just like the same lines he used to deceive those young girls back then.

Anli stood beside him, looking up at Lynn with her mouth slightly open.

Naïve and genuinely took these words to heart, believing that Lynn had experienced all the ups and downs of life, the deceit and treachery, to get to where she was today.

Is this the inevitable path for the strong?!

Harold stood at the back of the crowd, his eyes shining.

If Lynn were to go out and do sales, she would definitely be a whiz!

Old Curry and Todd stood next to Harold, exchanged a glance, and both looked speechless.

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly strange, Lynn realized he had gone too far and coughed lightly.

Formula Three: Blessings!

"Finally, I wish the academy all the best, and may the name of the Spire of Bones be known throughout all the heavens and worlds!"

Lynn's voice gradually rose in pitch.

"I also wish all my colleagues that the art of witchcraft flourishes and that truth endures forever!"

He finished speaking, and a polite smile remained on his face, the corners of his mouth turned up just right.

A few moments of silence fell over the hall.

Then came thunderous applause; everyone was taking photos very enthusiastically.

But many people had a strange expression on their faces after taking the photos.

They felt that Lynn had said a lot, yet they also felt that he hadn't said anything at all.

I wanted to clap, but then I felt there was nothing to clap for.

I want to complain, but I don't know what to complain about.

In the end, they just stood there and watched Lynn walk back into the crowd.

Gregor watched Lynn come down, his lips twitched, and finally he smiled.

That kid is really... cunning!

Wayne leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his smile widening.

Field stood in the corner, holding a wine glass. The wine swirled in the glass a few times without spilling.

Anli looked up at her father.

"Father, what my uncle said is very true."

Field took a sip of his drink and chuckled. "Hmm, well said, it's all just empty talk."

Anli frowned.

Was the father filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment?

Marfa sat on a sofa on one side of the hall, legs crossed, with a strange expression on her face.

Lynn's words weren't all nonsense; at least he had truly changed Lynn's fate.

It's just that they didn't play their roles well.

She tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest twice, her apprehension towards Lynn deepening.

Sersi stood in the center of the hall and gave Lynn a deep look after listening to his speech.

This kid is really wasting his talent if he doesn't go to the "Foreign Affairs Department".

She raised her right hand, and a grayish-white light shone from her fingertips.

Light shot from her fingertips to the ceiling of the hall, exploding in the center of the dome and turning into a huge mark.

A circle, a yin-yang symbol, black and white embracing each other.

The dark gold yin fish and the bright gold yang fish are connected head to tail.

Eight golden branches spread outward from the outer edge of the circle, each branch branching into finer branches that extend to the edge of the dome.

Like the roots of a tree, like the tributaries of a river.

It was Lynn's stigmata.

The hall fell silent as everyone gazed at the mysterious mark.

Everyone was looking up.

Those low-ranking formal wizards were initially bewildered and impressed when they first saw the full picture of the holy marks, and some became deeply engrossed in them as they looked at them.

Those second- and third-ring wizards had seen many holy marks, but none like this.

Their gaze shifted from the golden branch to the yin-yang symbol, then back to the golden branch, repeating this several times as they pondered its mysteries.

Cersei lowered her hand, her voice soft.

"Lord Lynn followed in the footsteps of his mentor, Gregor, and what he has condensed is an unprecedented Myriad Sacred Marks!"