Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

In a few tens of minutes, Aigard summoned several reporters from specific newspapers to a small reception room and asked them some trivial questions.

Lynn sat in the chair, telling the same story over and over again. Like all sensory stimulation, it was quite pleasant once or twice, but after a while it became torture.

Towards the end, Lynn was also somewhat exhausted.

Joe shielded him from most of the questions, Ruby occasionally added a few words, and Lynn only needed to nod, smile, and say at the right time, "Yes, this is the result of hard work," "You can do it too," "That's how persistent we Herb Academy are."

It can be said that we've returned home, but not completely.

Although these reporters' questions will bring him considerable financial benefits in the future, his immediate priority is to find a place to recover his stamina.

Lynn took a deep breath, tilted her head back, staring at the light like a moth, and idly fiddled with her fingers.

All three of them had a strange feeling.

Even though I've already set foot on the land of the wizarding world, I still feel like there's a thick barrier separating me from everyone else.

Aegard walked up to him at some point.

The bearded old professor had just warmly shaken hands with several reporters, gesturing for them to take pictures of the Herbology Institute's logo.

"Come on, let's take a picture together."

Lynn was pulled over and had her picture taken.

At the speed of these conscientious, rigorous, and scientifically-minded mad dogs, it won't be long before Lynn's interview spreads throughout the streets and alleys.

He really should thank the person who initially reported it.

A few minutes later, Lynn took advantage of a lull in the crowd to ask...

"Professor, what does the college think about my situation?"

"Regarding your graduation thesis, you can apply for an extension. If you submit it within a year, you won't need to go through the process again."

Strictly speaking, Lynn's junior wizarding apprenticeship before his departure was equivalent to an elderly person who had just graduated from university and found a job.

He had been studying at the college for over two years, relying on the college's resources, and was no longer a freshman. Although the thesis was on his mind, it wasn't the most urgent matter.

Aigard continued to explain

"If the recruitment ship crashes, I've already taken care of it. You're the pride of our academy, so don't worry."

Just a few hours earlier, Aigard and several colleagues held an emergency closed-door meeting to discuss the general direction of handling Lynn's case.

The conclusion is simple: cut.

Both publicity and rewards/punishments should be considered separately.

It's quite normal for Lynn to have so many names in the world.

"The result of our discussion is that you will fill the personnel gap."

Lynn asked in some shock:

"Does this mean I need to go recruit students again?"

If they're not afraid of another plane crash, then the wizarding academy is truly beyond saving.

Aigard said

"No, it will probably be about choosing a planet with traces of human activity but which has lost connection with the wizarding world to re-establish a stable connection."

That's good, at least our freedom isn't restricted.

Lynn replied

"Okay, I understand."

A girl named Melsu peeked out from behind Aigard, a stack of draft paper now in her hand.

"Hello Lynn, I'm Melsu. Could you tell me your story? I can tell it to the students outside who haven't come in yet."

For the sake of teaching, it was impossible to refuse.

He sighed and patiently recounted the main points of the story again.

Halfway through his speech, Joe suddenly appeared out of nowhere and took over the conversation, embellishing and adding details to what he felt were not "exciting" enough.

Lynn then fell silent, only nodding occasionally to confirm the facts.

Having finished telling the story, Aigard was still chatting with other professors from the college.

Lynn didn't wait for him and turned to walk out of the crowd.

He wanted to wander around by himself.

Melsu watched Lynn's departing figure, remaining motionless for a long while.

"He seems... not yet recovered from exploring that planet."

Aigard stood beside her, watching the figure walk further and further away, and suddenly smiled.

Lynn has been through so much, it's normal for her to change a bit.

"Therefore, whether it's pioneering or recruiting students on outer space, at least two people should be sent together."

"If you are out of touch with society for too long, your social skills will deteriorate very quickly."

"We can come find him again in a few days at his award ceremony."

"He will become a normal person."

Melsu nodded.

"Okay, Professor."

"Professor, what should we do with the boiler spirit we caught? Should we trade it with the Alchemy Institute for a fungal workshop? Or should we go to the Miniature Iron Man to exchange it for some new plants...?"

Boiler Spirits and Fungal Workshops are both monsters that produce offspring.

One can generate fire elemental sprites that have a short lifespan but are useful for forging, and the other can cultivate fungi in a specific direction.

Both organisms are difficult to raise, but they are very valuable.

Aigard was in a difficult position.

"Let me think about it some more. Before I make a decision, Melsu, you should first allocate a piece of our land to Lynn."

"Yes, mentor."

……

Joe left. Ruby left too.

Lynn declined Professor Quentin's further invitation and walked out of the square alone.

He found a restaurant across from the college; it was a small villa very close to the college's apprentice dormitories.

He chose a seat by the window, where pedestrians came and went.

Because of his poor physical condition, he was indeed a little dazed. He held the menu in his hand, but after looking at it for a long time in a daze, he still couldn't see it clearly.

The pictures hanging there looked like beef, frogs, small beetles, or something like that.

It's all protein, and Lynn isn't picky about food.

So he slammed the menu on the table and said to the waiter, "Give me these, give me two of these."

The waiter was astonished; their prices were affordable for a wizarding apprentice, but no one had ever ordered like this before.

This will cost a lot of money.

"Sir, right away."

Diet makes up 30% of nutrition, while exercise makes up 70%. This is basic common sense in nutrition.

Lynn chewed on his steak and drank his red wine, a long-lost warmth rising in his chest.

My strength is recovering at a very, very slow rate.

He made an estimate.

At this rate, with a few good meals, it should take about three months to recover to a fairly standard level.

Lynn shook her head slightly.

The food tasted quite good; humans definitely need food. The other patrons in the restaurant chatted in small groups, their topics invariably revolving around recent events in the wizarding world. Humans even become more united while eating. That's quite nice.

Pedestrians come and go, hurrying past the window, each with their own destination.

But Lynn had a strange feeling about him.

Slow. Yes, very slow.

Life in this peaceful college city moves so slowly.

What went wrong?

Lynn rested her chin on her hand and stared out the window for a while, lost in thought.

He realized the crux of the problem.

It's still due to physical exhaustion; the recovery rate of stamina is too slow.

Lynn viciously devoured a piece of beef.

After eating until you are 110% full, your gut microbiota will quickly begin to digest the food.

[Endurance +0.001]

Normally, the human body repairs itself after sleeping, and muscles become stronger during this over-repair process.

Lynn lost his appetite and began to think.

At that moment, a truck loaded with fertilizer slowly drove past the restaurant.

The carriage jolted, releasing a strong, ammonia-like stench that assaulted Lynn's nostrils.

He froze; his body seemed to recognize the thing even before his brain did.

Fertilizer? And a small amount of sulfides?

Lynn suddenly realized.

"Why would I choose to eat this inefficient way of obtaining energy and nutrients?"

He stared out the window at the taillights of the truck as it drove further and further away.

He put down his knife and fork and brought over a waiter.

"Check out."

"There are six magic stones in total."

That's damn expensive.

Lynn mentally grumbled, but still readily showed the bronze medal and paid the bill.

Then he stood up, strode out of the restaurant, and ran after the direction in which the truck had disappeared.

……

Lynn stood in front of the back of the truck, staring at the woven bags piled up to the brim.

The fertilizer vendor, who claimed to be an ordinary person who had failed to advance to the second level of wizard apprenticeship in previous years, was made a little uneasy by Lynn's stare.

This is not Lynn's fault. Just now, this senior student who sells fertilizer said that 250 kilograms of fertilizer only cost one magic stone.

"Sir, you..."

Lynn raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

We experienced torrential rain, cold waves, and tsunamis, living a life of constant uncertainty.

Lynn realized that the way humans eat is still too restrictive.

So

He said to the vendor,

"Bring urea. Fill it up."