Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

Lynn wanted to clarify one point first: he was a clean person.

Secondly, he genuinely didn't think there was anything to be alarmed about regarding the smell.

Secondly, the fact that the smell overflowed the room, drifted along the corridor, and was eventually detected by someone could only be considered a technical accident.

It was not a fault of war.

According to his recollection, although the academy required new apprentices to register their settlement in the dormitories, the actual occupancy rate was not high. Most of the names on the list corresponded to empty beds.

The reason is quite simple.

On the one hand, once you reach the first-level wizard apprentice stage, spells and knowledge are still free, but you have to pay for your living expenses yourself.

The students can no longer take the academy for granted.

Lynn himself had gone through the same process. After successfully registering, he immediately chose the recruitment job, which offered decent pay, and left without looking back.

On the other hand, you can't achieve anything by working in isolation. Gathering materials from the outside world, using other people's laboratory equipment, and interacting with apprentices in various fields to exchange information are what an ambitious first-level apprentice should do.

So Lynn really didn't expect that there were actually neighbors living on this floor these past few days.

He quickly turned on the ventilation system, and to prevent the hot-tempered guy from suffering further harm, he spoke first through the door:

"I'm sorry about the fertilizer smell. The smell should be gone after ventilation."

There were two people standing outside the door.

The short man, named Elon, didn't speak.

The other, named Evan, was an apprentice who had received a lizard tongue transplant. Both of them had just reached the threshold of second-level apprenticeship in terms of magical ability.

The two stood at the door and nodded slightly after hearing Lynn's sincere apology.

Many wizarding apprentices, whether in the ruins beneath this planet or elsewhere, become nobles.

But since we've come to the academy, we're all civilized people, so we can't just resort to violence.

If a solution can be reached through negotiation, that would be best.

Evan covered his nose, his expression somewhere between satisfaction and discomfort, and forced out a sentence:

"Okay. But you need to know that we are all apprentices, individuals recognized by the academy."

"Therefore, some things can't be resolved simply by saying an apology."

"you mean?"

"You at least have to compensate me for the cost of my organ repair, and also for the loss of sleep I didn't get last night."

His companion stood motionless to the side.

Making up for the losses is reasonable.

Lynn nodded.

"Okay. No problem."

"Oh, and one more thing." Evan gestured with his chin in Lynn's direction, "My companion said there might be something dirty on you that makes him very uncomfortable."

Lynn couldn't figure out what it was for a moment.

The guy next to Evan doesn't look human at all.

Lynn knew neither about the structure of dolls nor about alien physiology, so he could only turn around, walk back to his room, and reach out to pull the plug from the sink.

The dark green fertilizer leachate swirled, carrying algae residue, and slowly flowed into the sewer.

"How many magic stones do you want?"

Evan and Elon whispered and discussed for a moment, and decided that nine to twelve was a reasonable range.

"Since you just got back from a mission, give us twelve. Remember that next time."

"Can."

Lynn used vines to clean the room.

Only a quarter of the three-day supply of quick-acting fertilizer has been used. Once it is fully absorbed, my stamina should be able to return to its peak condition without any problems.

Unfortunately, the fertilizer contained no magic, so the magic power remained almost completely unaffected.

If only I could buy a lot of magical waste.

……

The two people outside the door were quite patient.

After waiting for a while without hearing a response, Evan got a little bored and nudged the short man's ribs with his elbow, making a dull "clang" sound, like hitting an anvil.

Elon rubbed his ribs, his face expressionless.

Evan stared at the door listlessly.

He plans to go on a mission in a few days.

Elon is a "special species" of the academy and is not allowed to be taken out of the school by regulations, so it is quite risky for him to go out.

The person inside is quite generous; I wonder which mentor he works under.

It would be great if he could get a short-term job, or work under the same tutor.

Lynn rinsed the algae residue off the pool wall, placed her hands on the edge of the pool, and looked up at her face in the mirror.

These twelve magic stones are enough for him to pay a week's rent near the academy.

If the smell is really driving the neighbors to this point, then moving out should be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

"Is it ready yet?"

A few minutes later, Evan's voice came from the doorway, now tinged with impatience.

"alright."

Lynn walked back to the door.

"Is it just the two of you?" He glanced down the corridor.

Elon paused for a moment, his neck turning stiffly and slowly.

"It was transferred directly to my college account, ugh—"

Such a big reaction?

Lynn paused for a moment, then instinctively turned her head to look.

The ventilation time just now was clearly not long enough.

The pungent smell wafted from the depths of the room, precisely gripping Evan's throat.

Because of the tongue transplant, his sensitivity to smell is far greater than that of ordinary people.

Moreover, the odor gathers on the tongue coating; at this distance, at this concentration...

"Ugh! You, ugh."

Evan bent over, one hand supporting his knee, the other covering his mouth, foaming at the mouth.

His eyes rolled back, and his forked tongue was taut.

The intense sensory stimulation from the smell almost suffocated him.

"What have you been doing! Doing this kind of thing in the dorm!"

Lynn hurriedly defended himself:

No. I didn't.

Evan wouldn't listen. He raised his fist—but before he could even touch Lynn, his knees buckled, and he half-knelt on the ground.

He forced out a few words, fierce yet weak:

"I have to... give you a good beating."

"Ugh—" Before she could finish speaking, she bent over again.

He barely managed to raise one finger, pointing towards the stairs at the end of the corridor:

"Let's go to the playground."

Lynn looked down at the lizardman who was retching incessantly, and his clenched fist loosened again.

Should we still fight?

Lynn is generally willing to uphold martial ethics and has no reason to take advantage of someone's misfortune.

But isn't that underestimating him too much?

He put the magic stone back into his pocket and watched Evan gag and angrily gesture toward the playground.

"it is good."

Evan weakly added at the beginning:

"It won't take up too much of your time."

……

With a clear view of the sky, Lynn and the two others went to the grassy area outside.

Soon, the duel began.

Just as Evan said, he didn't take up too much of Lynn's time.

A flash of lightning streaked across Evan's eyes as he saw Lynn step aside to let him pass.

A huge gash appeared on his right hand, blood spurted out, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Just before he fainted, he saw his companion approach and finally saw Lynn's face clearly.

"What? It's that Lynn!"