Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

The truth has come to light.

Roland speculated that the girl who threw herself at him probably thought he was humiliating her because he hadn't agreed to her advances, so she started gossiping and trying to slander him.

Roland didn't care much, and neither did Olivia. In just a moment, they both forgot about it and threw themselves into their work.

After interviewing everyone, Roland pondered for a moment and said, "Let's choose Edmund."

"I think he has a solid foundation in alchemy."

Olivia thought for a moment, then whispered, "I remember that Alena seemed pretty good too."

"Her mentor is Klin, the educational commissioner and architect of the academy."

"Construction has always been a strong point of our academy, with considerable potential in both combat and research."

"I think she might be a better choice." Olivia picked up the other person's resume, analyzed it carefully, and was clearly very satisfied.

"Is there a small problem?" Roland asked. "The education committee members must have a lot of power within the academy, right?"

"Why would this gentleman's student come here? Shouldn't they have been recruited long ago?"

Although Roland pulled some strings to make World Leaf stand out from the low-level wizarding team, Roland actually knew all along that he definitely wouldn't be able to find any truly outstanding geniuses.

Because those people had already been recruited by wizard teams as soon as they passed the assessment.

Olivia's fair face revealed disdain for Roland: "As the education committee member, Lord Crane has at least a dozen apprentices under his command every year. She is only a third-class wizard. Even if she were assigned to Lord Crane's care, she would only see him a few times a year."

"Not everyone is as lucky as you, Roland." As Olivia said this, she seemed to think of herself, and her expression immediately turned dejected. "You have no idea how painful it is to study under such many professors."

Roland nodded in agreement. Professor Ashius had always been very kind to him, and he was very fortunate to be Professor Ashius's student.

Alena's interview went very well; she had a solid foundation, and Roland was very impressed with the little girl in the red hat. The only drawback was that she wasn't the alchemist Roland wanted.

However, it would be good to let her join. A architect is a profession, and obviously she can also generate panels.

In addition, having her join would also allow me to learn about the mainstream disciplines of the deep cavern.

Roland nodded, not insisting, and said directly, "I'll listen to you... anyway, you're the captain."

Olivia said without changing her expression, "Of course you have to listen to me... I am the founder of the World Leaf."

Roland was speechless: "I'm a co-builder too, I have the right to vote, okay?"

"What did you say?" Olivia straightened up, looking down at Roland like a little lion asserting her dominance.

Roland shrugged, indicating that he was wrong. Only then did Olivia transform from a cold queen into a friendly older sister, saying softly, "You did very well today, Roland. You contributed your wisdom to the growth of our World Leaf."

"I will remember your contribution!"

Roland's inner thoughts: Amen...

.....

Afterwards, the two changed clothes; Roland took off his glasses and put back on his simple black robe.

Olivia also combed her long purple hair back up, turning it back into a bun.

The two left together and headed towards the exhibition hall on the right.

As soon as the two entered, Roland was drawn to a sand table magic artifact.

The sand table magic artifact is square and black, resembling a large table. Two wizard apprentices stand on either side, using their mental power to control the legions inside, engaging in a chaotic battle on the battlefield.

The legions in the sandbox are composed of magical particles, which divide the world into two realms: the Alliance of Truth in the north and the Wizard Empire in the south.

Roland has always been fond of history, and with just one glance, he knew that the battle these two had chosen must have taken place during the American Civil War ten thousand years ago.

The North represents the Council of Truth, while the South represents the Wizard Empire, which reveres the supremacy of nobility.

"Interested in a game, junior?"

Seeing Roland engrossed in watching, a burly man dressed in a wizard's robe extended an invitation.

"Go ahead!" Olivia pushed Roland forward at the opportune moment, and said softly, "Although studying is important, it's also important to balance work and rest."

"You can't always be so tense, just sitting in your room studying all the time."

"Wizards pursue truth, but they also need practice. Perhaps one of your current research projects will be inspired by this sand table simulation."

After Olivia finished speaking, she ran off, turning back with a smile as she went, saying, "Remember to come find me after you're done playing... I'm going to admire the flowers in the rose garden."

"Let's go back together!"

Roland waved his hand, about to say he didn't want to go because he was going to participate in the magic plant competition, but the burly man in the black wizard's robe smiled and pulled Roland away, saying, "My name is Morrow Preston, a member of the House of Wizards."

"Junior...is that your...friend?" Moro pulled Roland behind an empty sand table and said, "It seems you two have a good relationship...keep it up and try to maintain it."

"This will be very beneficial for your wizarding path!"

Roland nodded. It was indeed a fortunate thing to have companions on the path of pursuing truth.

A biographical account written by the Generalist school of thought once recounted the story of a first-ring wizard who was aloof and arrogant from a young age, yet exceptionally gifted, and thus looked down on everyone and had no friends.

After a long and arduous period of time, he finally felt loneliness. In the end, during meditation, he was corrupted by the evil god of the subspace and died of a mental breakdown because he could not find the beacon of reality.

Moro extended his hand, gesturing for Roland to sit down, and then asked, "So, which kind of sand table simulation would you like to play?"

Roland sat down and asked softly, "Senior, I'm a beginner. Could you explain the rules?"

"Since you're a beginner, I recommend you choose the Civil War scenario."

"In this sandbox simulation, the Southern Magic Empire has a huge advantage at the start, making it suitable for beginners."

"As for the rules, it's simply a matter of leveraging your strengths after entering the simulation to win the war."

"Just one game and you'll get it." Moro released a wisp of his mental energy onto the sand table: "Release your mental energy, and let's begin."

Following his instructions, Roland released his spiritual power and threw it into the magic sphere located in the center of the sand table.

The next moment, a blue array pattern lit up from the sand table, and the two of them closed their eyes together.

When Roland opened his eyes again, he was already in a military camp.

Magic cannons, knight legions, wizard legions, slave legions... all sorts of extraordinary forces began to assemble.

"Lord Amoboze, the army is assembled. Please give your orders!"