Hearing the surna "Augusta," Jeming felt it sounded familiar.
It seed to leave a mark in the depths of his dusty mories.
He thought for a mont, and a vague mory from almost a thousand years ago during his apprenticeship period erged—it was then, in the sa year he enrolled, there was soone from the Augusta Family, known as the "Little Genius."
Unfortunately, that person chose the Combat Elent.
He also rembered joking about this gifted prodigy with Victor and Amy.
"Such distant mories..." Jeming thought nostalgically.
Unconsciously, these things had already beco matters of a thousand years past.
No matter the lifespan, a millennium is a very long ti for a Low Level Wizard.
At this mont, the Augusta Wizard had finished introducing Reks to Clark with a smile: "This is Reks, my only disciple, who has so talent in Alchemy."
Reks imdiately stepped forward, respectfully saluting Clark: "Greetings, Lord Clark."
At the mont 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 asured their age in millennia, could be considered "old monsters."
But in front of one’s own ntor, 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 ntors 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 , 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 co 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 ca at the right ti; we old fellows were about to gather. Since you arrived, join us..."
"Oh? Seems like I’m lucky."
"Yeah, yeah, you Destiny Elent guys always have good luck... Damn! You’re starting to look more and more like those Destiny Elent shamans..."
"Really?"
"See, it’s that look again!"
As the voices of the ntors 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 so points of attention.
Jeming rembered that Reks was not originally from here, so it seed he had arrived a few days earlier and done his howork.
Jeming and Viola reacted calmly to this, having been to nurous 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 elents and runes around them.
It’s understandable; the elite trial system had probably matured by the ti 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 beco more diverse.
Besides maintaining the standard human form, there were many exhibiting characteristics of Elental Creatures—creatures engulfed in flas, 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 ntor and I arrived earlier and had spare ti, I casually helped solve a few academic issues that have troubled them for quite so ti... So, I gained a slight amount of fa."
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 soone 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 glimring 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 cos 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 rembering sothing, he said to Jeming, "Oh, Jeming, I also contacted David previously, to see if he could co 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 ti."
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, eting 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...)
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