Chapter 425: Chapter 368: Miscellaneous Affairs
Hearing the surname "Augusta," Jeming felt it sounded familiar.
It seemed to leave a mark in the depths of his dusty memories.
He thought for a moment, and a vague memory from almost a thousand years ago during his apprenticeship period emerged—it was then, in the same year he enrolled, there was someone from the Augusta Family, known as the "Little Genius."
Unfortunately, that person chose the Combat Element.
He also remembered joking about this gifted prodigy with Victor and Amy.
"Such distant memories..." Jeming thought nostalgically.
Unconsciously, these things had already become matters of a thousand years past.
No matter the lifespan, a millennium is a very long time for a Low Level Wizard.
At this moment, the Augusta Wizard had finished introducing Reks to Clark with a smile: "This is Reks, my only disciple, who has some talent in Alchemy."
Reks immediately stepped forward, respectfully saluting Clark: "Greetings, Lord Clark."
At the moment of rising, he swiftly glanced in Jeming’s direction, his mouth slightly curving into a subtle knowing smile.
Jeming understood, and likewise raised his eyebrows ever so slightly.
Despite the fact that those present, except for Anger junior and his descendants, all measured their age in millennia, could be considered "old monsters."
But in front of one’s own mentor, a few traces of the "childlike spirit" from their youthful apprentice days would always inadvertently appear.
After exchanging pleasantries, the Augusta Wizard instructed Reks: "Reks, take Clark’s apprentices to their prepared accommodations to settle in."
"Yes, Master." Reks responded, then turned, making a gesture of "please" to Jeming and the others, with a warm and considerate smile.
Jeming, Viola, and Anger father and son once again saluted the two mentors and then followed Reks away from the entrance.
Behind them, the voice of the Augusta Wizard, with an unhidden tone of envy, carried over: "Clark, you lucky boy, you managed to find three good apprentices. Unlike me, who after so long only found Reks who fits my liking..."
Clark laughed rarely, without any humility, and praised, "Reks is quite talented, you certainly found a treasure."
"Oh come on, at our level, who doesn’t know that as long as the depth of knowledge is sufficient, the so-called original talent can indeed be changed..." Augusta’s voice faded, "You came at the right time; we old fellows were about to gather. Since you arrived, join us..."
"Oh? Seems like I’m lucky."
"Yeah, yeah, you Destiny Element guys always have good luck... Damn! You’re starting to look more and more like those Destiny Element shamans..."
"Really?"
"See, it’s that look again!"
As the voices of the mentors faded behind, Jeming turned his attention back to the front.
Reks was currently dutifully playing the role of a "tour guide," introducing Nolun Workshop Academy No. 1’s layout and some points of attention.
Jeming remembered that Reks was not originally from here, so it seemed he had arrived a few days earlier and done his homework.
Jeming and Viola reacted calmly to this, having been to numerous strange planes.
Nolun Workshop Academy No. 1 was also the headquarters for the Nolun Workshop faction, its architecture certainly grand, but not enough to fascinate the two.
But Anger and his son Kersey appeared much more amazed, their eyes continuously examining the peculiar sights filled with futuristic elements and runes around them.
It’s understandable; the elite trial system had probably matured by the time they graduated, likely having no chance to reach the core of this workshop headquarters in person.
All along the way, the wizard level within Nolun Workshop Academy No. 1 had significantly risen.
If the outside square was "wizards like ordinary people," then here it was "strong ones gathered."
Fourth and Fifth Level wizards were everywhere, and even Sixth Level beings were not uncommon, truly "fourths and fifths as common as dogs, sixths walking all around."
Moreover, the forms of the wizards had become more diverse.
Besides maintaining the standard human form, there were many exhibiting characteristics of Elemental Creatures—creatures engulfed in flames, ice, or lightning, or semi-transparent ghostly Spirit Bodies.
Yet all without exception wore wizard robes symbolizing their status, moving and conversing with an aura of tranquility and majesty.
However, Jeming keenly noticed that many wizards along the way, upon noticing their group, focused their astonished and exploratory glances on the leading Reks.
Having a rather familiar relationship with Reks, Jeming straightforwardly asked, "Reks, what have you done here? I see their gazes you’re getting are quite unusual."
Hearing this, Reks showed a trace of undisguisable pride, but his tone remained "humble": "Not much, just that since my mentor and I arrived earlier and had spare time, I casually helped solve a few academic issues that have troubled them for quite some time... So, I gained a slight amount of fame."
Judging by his expression, Jeming knew, these "a few academic issues" were definitely significant, likely thorny problems even for the local High Tier Wizards.
To this, Jeming deeply understood.
After all, only someone like him with the "Great Dao Book Pavilion" kind of "cheat" could better appreciate how "outrageous" the wisdom of native geniuses like Reks of the Wizard Civilization could be.
Soon, Reks brought them to a magnificently decorated building that resembled a super deluxe hotel from Jeming’s previous life.
He proactively communicated with a service Alchemy Puppet at the front desk and retrieved several room keys glimmering with faint light.
"Each of these rooms has a small lab arranged, if it’s not enough, you can apply for a high-level lab directly, though that comes at the cost of points..."
While introducing, he distributed the room keys to Jeming, Viola, and Anger father and son, then prepared to take his leave.
Before leaving, as if remembering something, he said to Jeming, "Oh, Jeming, I also contacted David previously, to see if he could come over. But unfortunately, he seems to have gone to participate in a Plane War, and the timing conflicts, he probably won’t make it to this grand occasion of the master’s promotion this time."
Jeming nodded, feeling a tinge of regret pass through his heart.
David was also one of the few people he knew; though they seldom kept in touch, meeting again in such a grand event would have been quite a delightful occasion.
Unfortunately, timing waits for no one.
"I hope all goes well for him," said Jeming.
(Stuck...)
