Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Two and a Half Years—Usage Rules for 4-Ring Witchcraft Scrolls
Time flies like a white horse passing through a crack; two and a half years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On an endless grassland, Lor, Kateya, and Levan intently watched the two second-level apprentices in front of them, one male and one female.
The first, an orange-haired second-level female apprentice, had her eyes slightly closed, seemingly sensing something.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at Lor: "Through that witchcraft model, my spiritual power can link with the earth vein, sensing all life forms within ten meters."
"Good, thank you for your effort." Lor breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, he was only one step away from success.
The orange-haired female apprentice bowed and stepped aside, giving her place to the male apprentice, and the gaze of the three shifted.
At this moment, Lor’s heart was racing a bit. As long as there were no problems with the male apprentice, his small meteor witchcraft, which had taken him nearly three years, would truly be complete.
Seeing this, the male apprentice also closed his eyes, his spiritual power triggering the witchcraft model in his sea of consciousness.
The next instant, his brow suddenly furrowed, his face slightly pale, and he opened his eyes again to look at Lor, "Sir, I saw a blur of void, which seemed as if it wanted to swallow my soul, extremely terrifying."
"I see, return to the spaceship," Lor nodded, feeling slightly disappointed.
The void the male apprentice saw was actually the inner space.
Now Lor didn’t dare to delve into it; his goal was for the apprentice to see non-living entities within ten meters.
Only then could he achieve a complete auxiliary detection function to provide coordinates for the small meteor witchcraft.
"Yes." The two apprentices bowed to the three and returned to the spaceship.
"Mentor, did it fail again?" Levan asked.
In the nearly three years with Lor, he had witnessed countless such scenes.
"One was successful." Lor’s mouth twitched, "Next time, remember to ask if there’s been a success, not if there’s been a failure!"
He suspected that over these nearly three years, it was Levan’s constant jinx that led to a failed project each time.
Of course, he was actually quite relaxed now. As long as the last project was completed, his small meteor witchcraft would be entirely done.
With the three-year deadline approaching, that fourth-ring life faction wizard should also deliver the scroll he bought, no matter how much they delayed.
Once these two matters were concluded, he could send Gu Lei a small meteor witchcraft and then leave Murphy Continent.
"Okay, mentor." Levan nodded somewhat perplexed.
He had always asked like this, so why was the mentor’s reaction different this time?
Did it hold some deeper meaning?
Kateya’s mouth slightly curled up, about to laugh but holding it in.
"Alright, let’s go back." Lor exhaled softly and flew straight to the second floor of the spaceship.
Seeing this, Levan and Kateya both headed toward the first-floor cabin door.
...
Upon returning to the entrance of the Wizard Tower, Lor was about to follow the crowd inside when a blue-haired, rather attractive third-ring female wizard in a green robe blocked his way.
"Sir, is there something you need?" Lor asked, somewhat puzzled.
He had never seen this third-ring female wizard before.
However, he wasn’t too concerned; under the Nelson Wizard Tower, if Levan called out, there were plenty of third-ring wizards willing to help.
"Are you Lor Rox?" the blue-haired female wizard asked, not really replying.
"Yes," Lor nodded, as if realizing something, suddenly brightening up, "Are you here to deliver the Guardian Tree Scroll?"
"Yes, but let’s verify your identity first," the blue-haired female wizard said, handing over a blue card.
Lor retrieved his identity card from his space ring and matched it with the blue card, causing green glows to emanate from the blue card’s edges.
"Verification successful, identity confirmed."
The blue-haired female wizard glanced at those politely avoiding them, coming and going at the Wizard Tower’s entrance, and smiled, "Little Lor, let’s find a quieter place first."
"Alright." Lor nodded and turned to the two behind him, "Go do what you need to do; there’s no experiment or class today."
"Yes."
"Okay, mentor."
Levan and Kateya held back their laughter, responding in unison, and entered the Wizard Tower together.
Seeing Sir Lor (their mentor) being called ’little Lor’ was a rare sight, but unfortunately, they weren’t allowed to listen in, missing a chance to enjoy the spectacle.
"Sir, please follow me," Lor said to the blue-haired female wizard once the two had left, leading the way.
"I’m Talia Ike; you can just call me Sister Talia," the blue-haired female wizard said with a smile as she followed:
"Not bad, little guy, to be appreciated by Lord Yasen and become his grandson’s mentor. That’s an opportunity we all wish for."
A youngster valued by Yasen was likely to be an eight out of ten chance to become a fourth-ring wizard in the future.
Talia didn’t want to waste the chance to connect with a potential future fourth-ring dual-element fusion mage.
"Uh..." Faced with Talia’s sudden enthusiasm, Lor was a bit lost, but in the end, he dutifully said, "Hello, Sister Talia."
Given her unknown hundreds-of-years-old age, calling her sister wasn’t a loss for him.
"Good boy!" Talia nodded in satisfaction. Today was just for getting acquainted; there would be plenty of opportunities to become familiar later, so she didn’t rush to say more.
The two walked in silence.
In no time, they arrived at Lor’s laboratory.
Once Lor closed the laboratory door, Talia raised her right hand, and two green scrolls appeared unexpectedly in her hand, though she didn’t immediately hand them over to Lor. Instead, she smiled and asked:
"Little Lor, do you know the rules for using the Guardian Tree?"
"Rules?" Lor was completely confused, "But it’s not mentioned in ’Magic Artifact’."
In the future, fourth-ring witchcraft scrolls never...
No, there is indeed a rule that bans using fourth-ring or above witchcraft and scrolls on the Wizard Main Plane.
But by that time, everyone was mostly conquering other planes, and the Wizard Main Plane only had a seeking truth wizard left behind, with no other fourth or even third-ring wizards.
So this rule was naturally ignored.
"If you switch to other scrolls, naturally there’s no rule," Talia said, shaking the green scrolls in her hands, "But the Guardian Tree is the only offensive fourth-ring scroll; a casual strike can cause a natural disaster. If misused, the entire continent would already be in chaos."
"And don’t think it’s unfair; even fourth-ring wizards can’t freely use large-scale attack witchcraft."
"If they do, they must restore the damaged environment to its original state, or face penalties."
"Uh, what’s the compensation range?" Lor glanced at the two scrolls in Talia’s hands, suddenly feeling less enthusiastic about them.
Over the past two and a half years, his 700,000 contribution points were nearly exhausted, though he still had some magic crystals, but the spaceship needed those, so he couldn’t exchange them for contribution points.
He was already poor, and using this thing would only make it worse?