The confident smile on Lancaster's face suddenly froze for a mont. He looked at Locke with so disbelief and actually asked, "Sorry, Junior Locke."
"I didn't hear what you just said clearly. Are you saying you're refusing our Green Sprout Workshop?"
Locke furrowed his brow, becoming sowhat impatient.
Actually, Lancaster was just an ordinary first-class wizard apprentice, while he had already faintly entered the middle tier stage of first-class wizard apprentices.
Locke confird, "Yes, Lancaster, I don't want to join any workshop."
He had his own magical plant cultivation projects and ca with a bunch of projects. He could almost establish a workshop on the spot himself.
He just lacked a bit of accumulation.
Hearing these words, the others had already stopped in their tracks, because since Locke had refused even Green Sprout Workshop, he definitely wouldn't consider their breeder workshops either but Lancaster still chased after him, blocking Locke's path and said, "Junior Locke, you might not understand what Green Sprout Workshop is."
"Green Sprout Workshop is the largest workshop in the academy. Even the second-ranked Vine Language Workshop and third-ranked Cloud Pine Workshop have huge gaps compared to our workshop."
Lancaster even had a trace of anger in his eyes, as if he were scolding an ignorant fool, "Even for breeders, the opportunity to join our Green Sprout Workshop is rare."
"It's very difficult to join."
"We invited you also because we recently have a project for cultivating defensive magical plants and need to cultivate a new breeder to specifically take over this project."
"Otherwise you might not have this luck."
Locke impatiently raised his eyebrow.
He felt he had been polite enough, but this wizard called Lancaster still didn't know when to advance or retreat.
"I'm not interested."
"You can go find whoever you want."
Lancaster was completely enraged, "You... Augustine, you're too arrogant."
Locke furrowed his brow.
He really felt his reaction was very normal. Facing this first-class wizard apprentice whose mana was weaker than his and whose breeding field expertise was weaker than his, he had already been very patient.
Moreover, he had already expressed several tis that he didn't want to join any workshop, and it wasn't specifically targeting Green Sprout Workshop.
It was just that this wizard in front of him kept pestering him again and again, as if he definitely needed this job and missing it would be his loss but that really wasn't the case.
To quickly get rid of the pestering, Locke said bluntly, "I rember your so-called administrative partner, Mary, only ranked eleventh in the White Wizard Association breeder competition preliminary."
"And I ranked fifth."
"I don't think Green Sprout Workshop has anything worth entering."
"Lancaster, I'll repeat once more, I have no interest in entering any workshop. If you dare block my path again, you'll bear the consequences."
Locke imdiately felt Lancaster release his magical pressure, wanting to overwhelm him from the magical pressure level.
But the magical pressure on his body's surface automatically counterattacked. Instantly, the magical pressure of two first-class wizard apprentices descended, and in a mont, with the two of them as the center, small stones within a ten-ter radius on the ground all floated into mid-air.
The next mont, Lancaster felt as if he was sitting in a high-speed car that had violently crashed into a steel wall. His body swayed, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Locke walked straight past him while he was dazed.
Competing in magical pressure with a wizard whose magical pressure was stronger than oneself was the most foolish thing in this world.
If one didn't clash head-on, there could still be roundabout thods relying on spell experience and other areas of expertise, but in a direct magical pressure competition, naturally the person with higher quality and greater quantity of magical pressure would win.
Everyone present didn't react in ti. They hadn't expected that an ordinary recruitnt would cause two first-class wizard apprentices to directly fight at the magical pressure level.
And the one with the upper hand was surprisingly not the partner from Green Sprout Workshop, but a first-class wizard apprentice who had just advanced less than half a year ago.
Lancaster stood in place, and it took several minutes before he recovered. He had just competed head-on with Locke in magical pressure, originally relying on the fact that he had been a first-class wizard apprentice for six and a half years, while the other party was just a newly advanced first-class wizard apprentice.
He wanted to use his accumulated mana to teach this "insolent" first-class wizard apprentice a lesson.
Who knew that the one being taught a lesson would be him.
Lancaster's first reaction was a trace of fear in his heart, because he seed to have provoked a wizard more powerful than him, but he soon thought of Green Sprout Workshop behind him.
Lancaster ca to his senses, a flash of fear and unease in his eyes, along with full anger, "How could a newly advanced first-class wizard apprentice possibly have such powerful magical pressure..."
"But having so talent doesn't an you can ignore our Green Sprout Workshop like this. You really don't know your place. Our Green Sprout Workshop has plenty of official breeders and first-class wizard apprentices."
Lancaster saw the glances in the crowd and the secretly mocking looks toward him, and suddenly felt he had lost great face in front of everyone.
He felt his cheeks burning.
Lancaster imdiately turned around in embarrassnt and anger, shouting from a distance at Locke who had already walked far away, "Augustine, you will definitely regret this."
"You refused our Green Sprout Workshop. I'd like to see what other workshop in the academy you can find work at."
"With your attitude, no workshop can afford a big shot like you!"
"I will truthfully report this matter to Senior Mary. You just wait!"
Locke didn't turn around, but from a distance, raised his left hand and waved at him, "Fine, I'll wait."
Anyway, as long as he didn't forcibly block his path and prevent him from walking, everything had nothing to do with him.
He was still busy going to Axi and Andrew's shop to sign the mory Ointnt contract.
The so-called workshops were just places where breeders with temporarily insufficient abilities huddled together for warmth, or where powerful breeders began cooperating with other first-class wizard apprentices to increase production.
He didn't need to join any workshop at all. On the contrary, he was sowhat interested in establishing a breeder workshop in the future.
If he established a workshop, he could both gain first-class wizard apprentice employees and obtain partial managent rights over their botanical gardens.
Locke raised his eyebrow, snapped his fingers, and muttered to himself, "Speaking of which, being a white wizard, even their threats are so childish."
"Actually threatening with making unable to find work."
"If it were black wizards, they would probably just co kill directly. But since we're from the sa academy after all, there's basically no conflict of interest. It's just their attitude that annoyed , so there really was no necessary reason to fight."
Although Locke could have slightly wronged his emotions earlier, wasted half a day of his ti, and slowly refused Green Sprout Workshop's job invitation, compromising and yielding.
But thinking about it carefully, Locke felt there was no necessity for that.
He really couldn't find a single reason why he needed to wrong himself.
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