Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Upon hearing Lynn's agreement, Cersei smiled slightly, took out a dark silver badge from the drawer, and pushed it in front of Lynn.

The front of the badge is engraved with a tangled mass of soul threads, while the back features soul-based sequence runes.

"This is the badge of the chief of the Soul Department. I will inform all the wizards in the academy later. I will have the inauguration ceremony arranged by someone. You don't need to worry about it."

Lynn shook her head: "Let's skip the ceremony. I don't like those kinds of scenes."

"Have you thought it through?" Cersei smiled.

"Many wizards want to use this opportunity to curry favor with you during the ceremony, and they'll be showering you with gifts."

Lynn chuckled: "Master's wife, someone who really wants to give a gift will find a way to do so even without a ceremony, so I don't need to worry about it."

Cersei rolled her eyes at him:

"You're so clever. The ceremony still has to be held. It's a way of letting the academy and other major powers know that you've been officially appointed by the academy."

"At least let those old guys in the Soul System know who their boss is and what he looks like."

"Otherwise, if you take office quietly, some of them might not take you seriously."

Lynn nodded.

After all, it's a high-level appointment in the academy, even more important than a newly promoted "Stigmata," so it would be inappropriate not to have some ceremony.

Cersei picked up his glass, finished the last sip, and then waved his hand.

"Alright, go now that you've finished drinking. I've helped you resolve so many issues, so in return, please take care of your mentor's spiritual practice."

Lynn stood up, his expression becoming serious: "Don't worry, Master's wife. Even if you don't help me in any way, I will still care about our mentor and help him break through to the Saint Mark rank as soon as possible."

"Good to know." Cersei didn't look at him again, but just waved her hand gently.

Lynn also downed his drink in one gulp, then bowed respectfully and turned to leave the office.

The moment the door closed behind him, he heard the sound of wine being poured again from inside.

Lynn shook his head. He hadn't expected his teacher's wife to be such a heavy drinker. What was the point of drinking alone?

He touched the Soul System Chief Badge in his hand, and the cold metal slowly warmed up in his palm.

The chief mentor of the Soul System?

From today onwards, he has another identity in the academy.

He is one of the few "power holders" within the college!

...

After leaving Cecily's office, Lynn did not return to his own laboratory.

He touched the chief badge in his sleeve, then turned and walked directly towards the ossuary.

Now that his access has just been granted, he wants to see what kind of exciting knowledge is hidden in the forbidden book section of the Soul System.

Forbidden knowledge is associated with power and abnormality, especially the forbidden knowledge of dark wizards!

Generally, forbidden techniques that are considered immoral or immoral are not permitted under the taboos of black wizards.

The ossuary was bustling with activity, seemingly because a new batch of apprentices had begun their training, with a large number of wizarding students selecting suitable witchcraft or knowledge on the first floor.

They had just gained a foothold in the Bone Spire, and even after working themselves to the bone, they couldn't earn much money.

You must choose the tasks that best suit you to enhance your abilities, accept higher-paying tasks, and create a virtuous cycle.

When Lynn reached the door, the first floor was still noisy.

Several apprentices squatted by the bookshelf, flipping through scrolls, while two people in a corner argued quietly over a book titled "Negative Energy Guiding Techniques".

"I saw this one first!"

"You saw it first? I already had it in my hand!"

"You can just learn the basic meditation method provided by the academy, why waste your money learning this? Give it to me..."

"Hey! That's the one I just put down to exchange for the book 'The Structure of Bone Spurs'!"

...

Just then, someone at the door whispered, "Quiet, Lord Lynn is here!"

The once bustling first floor fell silent instantly, as if someone had grabbed it by the throat.

All the apprentices turned their heads in unison and looked towards the door.

The young apprentice closest to the door lost his grip on the book he was holding and dropped it to the ground with a "thud".

He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, almost bumping his head on the bookshelf.

"Lord Lin... Lord Lin En." Someone stammered as they bowed.

The apprentices, realizing what was happening, all bowed deeply, their voices rising and falling in unison: "Greetings, sir."

Lynn glanced at it.

There were at least seventy or eighty apprentices on the first floor, and at this moment they were all as if they had been frozen in place, some bending over, some bowing their heads, and even their breathing became soft.

Lynn nodded without saying anything and stepped inside.

As he took a step, the apprentices in front of him would move aside.

The originally crowded passageway was transformed into a straight path leading to the stairs.

An apprentice secretly glanced up at him, then quickly looked down again.

The apprentices who had been fighting over the book just moments before now dared not utter a sound, shrinking around the bookshelf, no longer even bothering to grab the book.

As Lynn stepped onto the stairs, he could still feel dozens of eyes following him from behind.

He had just disappeared around the corner on the first floor when the apprentices below seemed to thaw and slowly come back to life.

"Is that Lord Lynn? He's much younger than the legends say, and he looks about the same age as us!" an apprentice whispered.

"Nonsense, he's only been an apprentice for a few years and he's already a Saintly Mark." Another apprentice swallowed hard.

"I started learning around the same time as Lord Lynn, but I haven't even stabilized at the third rank yet... The gap between people is just too big."

"You're doing alright, at least you've made it to the third tier. I'm only at the second tier, and I don't even know when I'll be able to advance to the third tier. Becoming a formal wizard is still a distant dream..."

"Is this what a top-tier prodigy is like? Truly terrifying!"

"As expected of a Holy Mark, when Lord Lynn passed by me just now, I felt every cell in my body trembling with fear, as if I were facing the suppression of a superior being."

"This is only because you've restrained your aura. If you were to unleash it, your mere presence would probably be enough to kill me."

"Stop talking, my legs are still shaking."

...

Lynn ignored the commotion downstairs and continued walking upstairs.

The second floor is the area for formal wizards; it's much less crowded and quieter than the first floor.

Most wizards comprehend the information contained in books, scrolls, bone fragments, or black soul stones.

As soon as he showed half of his body, the voices from the second floor noticeably decreased.

Several formal wizards who were gathered together discussing a model of witchcraft saw him, were taken aback at first, and then put down what they were doing.

"Good day, Lord Lynn." A second-circle wizard was the first to stand up and bow to him.

Lynn nodded.

He remembered this person; he had seen him at his promotion banquet. He was a tutor in the Soul Department who was responsible for teaching, and the tutor had even given him a gift back then.

Hmm... they'll also be my future subordinates.

"Are you here to look up information, sir?" the man asked.

"Let's go up and take a look," Lynn said casually.

He continued walking forward.

At the far end of the second floor, several wizards were gathered around an experimental table, on which lay several tattered diagrams of witchcraft models.

Seeing Lynn approaching, the group quickly dispersed to make way for him.

One of the first-ring wizards was a little nervous; his hands, which were behind his back, were trembling slightly.

He opened his mouth as if to say hello, but no sound came out.

Lord Lynn doesn't recognize me. Is it inappropriate for me to go up and greet him without any reason? What if I offend him...?

Thinking of this, he decisively lowered his head and remained silent.