Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

At noon, it was very bright outside.

After properly storing the two Edranolula plants that differed in color and height,

Lynn followed Melsu across the playground and caught a glimpse of a well-planned lawn in the distance.

His paper aimed to summarize the cultivation methods of *Aedranorus edulis*, and using plants with different traits as a reference was just right.

With symbiosis, he has many areas where he can operate. He should be able to achieve considerable results in just one growth cycle.

This was, by calculation, his first time being out in the street at noon since his return.

There's no need to spend time searching for rare Edranor herbs.

This free and sweet aroma really makes you feel refreshed.

Melsu walked ahead, deliberately trying to keep the weather from getting too hot, but after jogging for a while, she still broke out in a sweat even in long sleeves.

Lynn followed behind her, his hands in his pockets, watching her.

The girl in front of me seemed to be in a hurry when she arrived, but she wasn't in a hurry to get back to her mentor, which is quite strange.

However, Lynn was more interested in the miniature Iron Man.

"The little iron man is a protected animal, and it doesn't seem right for us to just leave it like this."

At the end of the lawn was an open-air concrete canal, its pure white surface spotless, neatly reflecting the outline of the building on the opposite bank.

There was a faint smell of ozone in the air.

The playground was sparsely populated, and even ignoring Evan, who had just woken up, it was a world completely different from the one outside the academy walls.

Melsu slowed her pace and patiently replied:

"Normally they won't die. It just takes some time for them to recover."

"Even if you get infected with the Iron Plague Virus without using magic, they won't hold a grudge if you just scare them."

"No, not at all," Lynn said.

Seeing that Lynn was still confused, Melsu explained it to Lynn little by little.

"Miniature Iron Men are important partners in our fight against the plague. They are also very good at cultivating microorganisms. They are located all over the world, and they were the ones who helped locate those two Edranor plants."

Lynn scratched the back of his head.

They seem to be quite useful.

Little Iron Man... The relationship between wizards and other races seems to be much closer than he imagined.

However, he still didn't have a clear idea of ​​just how small the "Little Iron Man" was.

Judging from how they roll around and scatter, they're probably only about the size of a fingernail? Or are they as small as bacteria?

If it's the latter, then how were they pieced together into a whole?

Melsu also offered some casual explanations, which roughly verified Lynn's conjecture.

Perhaps feeling the pace was too slow, Melsu turned around and urged him on.

"Senior Lynn, you seem to be recovering very well, so we can hurry up a bit."

"OK."

They walked across the geometric lawn and into the open-air plaza.

The square is surrounded by several large, bright, and cold white stone buildings.

A monument stands in the very center of the square, formed by two smooth geometric blocks intersecting diagonally, with sharp angles.

Several large characters were engraved on it:

"The Curious," "The Pioneers," "The Explorers"

Several banners on both sides of the square hung straight down from the top of the buildings, all of them huge slogans related to pioneering.

Lynn saw a reflection of herself in it.

He couldn't help but laugh and quickened his pace.

...

"Look, it's Lynn."

Several young apprentices standing under the banner turned their heads in unison, their eyes falling on Lynn, and they waved enthusiastically at Lynn without any attempt to hide it.

"Senior Lynn! I want to be like you!"

"Senior Lynn, how did you conquer that planet?!"

"Lynn, the pride of the Atmospheric Transformation Academy!"

"Give me your autograph, I'll cherish it forever."

Lynn waved helplessly in that direction.

"Greetings, young men and women. You are the future of the academy."

The crowd's enthusiasm was somewhat unexpected.

When encountering someone who lacks a sense of boundaries, Melsu coldly pushes them away, adding a comment as a bonus.

"Be careful, everyone, we have other things to do."

The students then pushed them away.

It's not that Melsu disliked the boys and girls during their student days.

The hope they held was something many wizarding apprentices lacked.

However, even though the free learning program lasts for a maximum of three years, it can still produce quite a few ridiculously naive individuals.

Back in the Vine World, quite a few fools in Melsu's team touched the strange red flower buds on the ground, attracting a bunch of monsters.

That alone took her a lot of effort to keep an eye on.

As the two walked, a screen hung down from the sky above the square.

The screen repeatedly played interview clips and simulated footage of Lynn's adventures.

Later on, there were even scenes of him interacting with students.

The interview clip is indeed of him.

Lynn also understood the college's contributions to student recruitment.

But why are the adventure and interactive scenes so silly? He does look quite handsome in the scenes, but his expression turns into a blank, wooden look every few seconds.

Lynn's smile faded, and she stopped waving her hand.

"What is that? Why do I look so silly?"

Melsu glanced in the direction of his gaze, her tone nonchalant: "Since Senior Lynn didn't want to give a lecture, the mentor just found a mimicry species to simulate it. After all, a wizard's time is very precious."

The less successful you are, the harder it is to recruit people; the harder it is to recruit people, the less successful you are.

Once all the academy's instructors have been poached, the academy will become defunct and eventually be shut down.

The competition in the wizarding world is that fierce.

Lynn withdrew his gaze, temporarily clearing the image of the giant portrait from his mind, and followed Melsu toward the depths of the square.

When he stood before Aigard again, he had left all those distracting thoughts behind.

At this moment, Aigard was sitting in an iron-gray room.

The walls were all made of unpainted but incredibly smooth gray-white concrete.

The ceiling was white and high, and the room was cool and dark.

I don't know why it was designed this way.

Lynn entered the room, lost in thought.

Before Aigard stood a long, biological object, its structure resembling a disassembled and rearranged accordion.

White, porous.

That long biological instrument was the fungal workshop he had traded for the boiler sprite.

He was infusing it with magic, and to be honest, this kind of delicate work consumed the most magic.

Lynn heard him whisper, "Miniature Ironmen, three, two, one, magic charge complete!"

Lynn stood at the door for a while without saying a word.

Once each groove was filled with the magic power Aigard had envisioned, the input port on the other side began to operate.

A white mycelium net was gradually sent into the fungal workshop.

Lynn heard the joyful voices of children again:

"Get to work immediately!"

"Work hard, work like crazy! Keep going for 10 minutes! Create a new fungal aggregate! For our civilization!"

"For the great wizard!"

Before long, a white, heart-like object was slowly pulled out from the other end.

Aigard straightened up, sighed, and turned his stiff neck to glance at Lynn.

【Fungus Workshop.】

[Whether they coexist]

No.

This belongs to a formal wizard. He naturally can't just take it directly.

However, Lynn did not expect that what came out of the workshop was also a living being.