"Dear Father and Mother, to get to the point, I might not make it this ti... Oh wait, it seems I might survive after all!"
In the midst of chaos, Jeming was "invited" and taken by a few law enforcent wizards in standard wizard robes to a secret chamber deep within the academy.
The room was not large, its walls cast from so cold black tal, without windows, only a heavy tal door.
Jeming sat on a comfortable chair in the center of the room, initially feeling quite tense, but then realized that things didn't seem to be as he had imagined.
Although this secret chamber appeared to be heavily guarded, the wizards didn't seem to pay much attention to him.
He wasn't restrained, nor did he feel any compulsory energy fluctuations.
The law enforcent wizards only brought him there, then quietly stood outside the door, neither entering nor communicating with him.
There was even a small round table beside him with a few exquisite snacks and a drink emitting a warm glow.
"What's this? A waiting ga?"
This bizarre friendliness left Jeming scratching his head, but he still felt a slight sense of relief.
"It seems... the issue may not be as serious as I thought?" He carefully picked up the drink and took a small sip.
The liquid slid down his throat, bringing an indescribable comfort, as if it could alleviate ntal fatigue.
If he were truly exposed for cultivating a system outside of the wizard's or being suspected as a spy, his captors would not have been so courteous.
Wizards treat their enemies, especially those who might threaten the entire civilization, with absolute coldness and directness.
No binding, no interrogation, even snacks and drinks... this treatnt hardly seems like interrogating a spy.
The wait for judgnt was uncomfortable, but this pressure-free wait actually made him sowhat relaxed.
He leaned back in the chair, his inner cycle continuously operating, with the refined gold coating secretly covering his body, ready to respond to sudden situations at any ti.
After who knows how long, the heavy tal door of the secret chamber made a clicking sound and slowly opened.
A familiar figure with a slightly bald head, wearing a long robe of the Alchemy Elent ntor, walked in.
Professor Clark.
Seeing it was Clark, Jeming imdiately felt a natural fear of a horoom teacher in his heart.
He promptly straightened his posture, his body tense, not daring to breathe too heavily.
He expected to be subject to his ntor's cold inquiries and scrutiny.
To his surprise, Clark exhibited none of the attitudes of examination or questioning.
His face remained expressionless, but his gaze seed less stern and more like...
"How should I put it? A gaze appraising the value of rchandise?"
Jeming was full of questions, but he couldn't voice them and could only quietly wait for the judgnt.
Fortunately, Clark didn't beat around the bush, sitting in a chair opposite him and speaking directly.
"The 'White Iron Base Insulation Material' you submitted has passed the highest level of inspection and assessnt, with trendous potential. In addition, your performance during the unexpected incident in the public laboratory was calm, decisive, and accurate in your judgnt of the equipnt core, displaying exceptional reaction capability and talent."
Jeming gulped, unsure of what his ntor ant, afraid the next word would be a "but."
Things didn't unfold as badly as he anticipated; Clark paused and then uttered a word unfamiliar to Jeming:
"The academy has decided to initiate the Second Level Cultivation Agreent for you."
Second Level Cultivation Agreent?
Jeming was montarily bewildered.
What's this?
He had heard Amy and others ntion so sort of apprentice cultivation plan at the academy, but the Second Level Cultivation Agreent... although it sounded similar, it seed like a different concept.
Clark seed to notice his confusion and explained patiently, which was quite rare:
"The Second Level Cultivation Agreent is established by the Star Ring Alliance for apprentices assessed to have the potential to surpass the Official Wizard level and aim for higher tiers. This signifies the entire alliance's focus on cultivating you."
"Specific privileges include: Your points account has been granted more purchasing permissions. Ordinary apprentices can only purchase items and knowledge related to a First Level Official Wizard at most, while you, as long as you have enough points, can purchase almost anything within the school's Magic Net that's non-prohibited, including so controlled knowledge and items."
"Simultaneously, you have been given the qualification to establish your own private laboratory. You can own a laboratory in the designated area of the workshop, enjoying a better research environnt and resources. Of course, you will bear the costs yourself."
"The most important point is, you can sell your research products through the academy's channels on the energy communications of the entire Star Ring Federation. Unlike the task center which only connects to internal communications, this platform allows transactions crossing planes and forces, accessing a vast array of markets and resources."
Listening to Clark's introduction, Jeming generally understood the value of the Second Level Cultivation Agreent, though he still had so doubts.
"ntor, these... seem to be just qualifications?" Jeming hesitated, "It feels like there's no substantial support? Like, will the academy provide a large number of free materials or points assistance?"
After hearing Jeming's question, Clark's ever-stoic face habitually showed a look like viewing a fool:
"Points? Assistance?"
He looked at Jeming, his tone adopting the analytical manner Jeming was familiar with from class:
"Apprentice Jeming, if you cannot even earn enough points for your own cultivation and research needs, then you are not qualified for the Second Level Cultivation Agreent, let alone proving your capability to reach higher tiers."
"These qualifications are the greatest support. They eliminate your resource acquisition ceiling, broaden your resource acquisition channels. How much you can earn and how far you can go depends on your own abilities."
Hearing Clark's words, Jeming's previously anxious heart finally relaxed fully.
So that's how it is!
It turns out he wasn't seen as a spy or suspected of hiding so earth-shattering secret; instead, the academy confird he possessed "investnt value" and "cultivation potential"!
So, in other words...
I managed to justify the material issue under the guise of a "genius"?!
At this realization, a sense of relief overwheld Jeming.
He was finally safe!
At least, within this academy, under the protection of the rules, he was temporarily safe!
Jeming felt a wave of relief, though also a bit of awkwardness.
The dramatic shift in his mindset made him chuckle slightly, his expression showing so relaxation.
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