The Red Witch, Mormodius, said to Locke, "That's all I know. Because I wasn't from that generation, I don't know the specifics."
Locke nodded. He now knew that the wizard Probus and the White Frost Witch were vying for the title of "Guide to the New Century in the Eastern Boundary." This title was awarded every ten years, meaning that once obtained, one could receive a massive support of 300 million magic stones over ten years. This funding was given to those who made significant contributions to helping underdeveloped wizarding regions.
He was getting closer to the truth.
But the question was, what did this competition for such a high-level title have to do with the Death God Elective?
It seemed to have absolutely no connection.
Secondly, the wizard Probus had already lost the title to the White Frost Witch. According to the Red Witch, it wasn't the wizard Probus who stole the title, but rather the White Frost Witch. As the victor, why would the White Frost Witch turn against the wizard Probus over this title and resentfully bring it up to her students and colleagues for the next sixty years? She had already won, so why did she still target the Wizard of Probus?
And why did the Death Selection Society interfere?
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. The events of that year are shrouded in mystery.
To find out the truth, one must either enter the Bitterwood and obtain the Wizard of Probus's deepest memories to learn the whole truth.
But the question is, how many layers of the Bitterwood are
there? What if the third layer of memory world is still not the Wizard of Probus's deepest memory world?
Even if the third round is completed and the winner of this competition is decided, and he wins a great victory in the Rain Swamp, wouldn't it still be a waste of effort? Moreover, Edgar and the Macedonian Witch are not weak opponents. If the Macedonian Witch were to participate in the competition along the Tianjiang River with him, she would also be a formidable enemy.
Locke looked at Mormodice and asked, "In your eyes, what kind of person is the White Frost Witch?"
The red-clad witch Mormodice fell into deep thought. "She's obsessive and stubborn. She can sit in front of the machine she's assembling for a whole year without making any progress. She has an eccentric personality and no sympathy for ordinary apprentices. Even I suffered because of her. Although she's skilled, she's too stubborn. However, for a long time, I also suspected that she was constantly suffering from inner pain and torment."
"She's my senior, and she helped me a lot, so I really want to help her too."
"But you are my friend, and I cannot bring myself to hurt you again and again, so I have no choice but to leave. Locke, I had a very pleasant time talking with you. If we are destined to meet again in the future, perhaps we can discuss things together again. But right now, it is indeed not appropriate." The witch Mormodis turned around and looked at the abyss-like valley in front of her, saying, "I still insist on leaving this place." Locke asked, "If, as you say, Probus and she were vying for the title of Guide of the New Century, and Probus lost, would that have caused such great psychological harm to the White Frost Witch?"
The witch Mormodis remained silent.
Locke suddenly said, "If we can find out the truth about what happened sixty years ago, I think it would be beneficial to your senior sister, the White Frost Witch." "At least you can find out why your senior sister was tormented for so many years."
The red-clad witch frowned.
The witch Mormodis looked at Locke, tilted her head slightly, and revealed an amused smile. "You only say that because you want to use my help to investigate further, right? That's impressive."
Locke asked curiously, "Impressive in what way?"
The red witch turned to look at the Tree of Prosperity in the center of the wizarding town. Beneath the golden tree stood a group of wizards, pondering the questions Locke had left behind. The spell model was being broadcast live during the competition, seen by all the viewers.
Theoretically, if a viewer had the patience to collect all the footage, although it wouldn't be as easy as standing under the tree to observe and reference Locke's cave-world structure, it would still be enough for them to think based on the competition data.
The witch in red said, "When I was your age, I didn't have your magnanimity. You used the competition to spread your magic to the audience throughout the Eastern Frontier. The wizards of the Swamp People Club, by all accounts, had a grudge against you or a conflict of interest, but after you were defeated, they stood behind you and supported you." "
Even I helped you a great deal. Locke, you knew I had problems, yet you still had the magnanimity to keep me by your side. I admire your courage and judgment. Even after knowing I was a Moon Ring Wizard, you weren't afraid and still wanted to keep me."
The witch Mormodius glanced at Locke with a smile. "You really aren't afraid I'll harm you?"
Locke said, "If you wanted to harm me
, you would have done it already." "Why wait until everything is laid bare before trying to harm me?"
"Besides, my persuasion wasn't just because I wanted you to stay and help me. I was serious; do you really think your senior sister is in a good state right now?"
"A throne wizard once told me that finding out the truth is to give those who made mistakes in the past a chance. If we don't find out the truth, your senior sister and my senior brother Probus, who seem to have escaped any punishment, have they really gone unpunished in the past sixty years?" The red-clad witch looked at Locke, her expression slightly shifting.
Locke said, "Lord Mormodis, let me ask you, you said your senior sister has been kind to you in teaching you. But what does it mean to repay that kindness? Is it simply giving her resources and food? My friend, the witch Bailouluo, keeps a pet and gives it a lot of magical resources every day. She has a pet named Snow King, who is proud and unruly. If it's slightly dissatisfied, it will summon itself and make demands of Bailouluo. Bailouluo always pretends to be unwilling, but in the end, she always complies, just to keep the 49 Star Ring summoned creatures happy." The
red-clad witch said in surprise, "She has such patience."
Locke said, "The point is, if giving resources and help is considered repaying someone who has done you a great favor, then why are these actions not much different from raising a precious pet?" "
It's clear that this is not true repayment of a great favor," the
red-clad witch Mormodis said curiously. "Then what is true repayment of a great debt of gratitude?"
Locke asked, hands behind his back. "Your senior sister, the White Frost Witch, made a mistake. You observed from the sidelines, discovered her error, and directly pointed it out. If she didn't admit it, you scolded her awake. If she remained unrepentant, you beat her into submission. That is true repayment of a great debt of gratitude."
"Miss Mormodis, I believe that only by finding the truth of what happened sixty years ago can your senior sister truly be free. Believe me, regardless of who was right or wrong sixty years ago, finding out the truth will only benefit both the victim and the perpetrator."
The Red Witch pondered for a moment. "That sounds reasonable, but thinking about it carefully, aren't you just trying to get me to help you, that's why you're saying this?"
Mormodis's expression suddenly hardened as she looked at Locke. "Have you considered whether your deception of the Moon Ring Wizard might backfire? Your nonsense might anger me?"
Locke felt the Red Witch's magical pressure bearing down on him.
Locke's wizard robes fluttered in the wind of her magical pressure.
Locke said, "But you didn't deny it."
The Red Witch, Mormodes, glanced at Locke, then smiled again. She said to Locke, "A person is only influenced by what they already believe in. So, I wasn't moved by what you said, but rather I was already thinking in this direction, and you just happened to say it at that moment, therefore I agree with you."
The Red Witch said, "But overall, I approve of you."
"You're right. But it sounds as if I invited you here specifically to help me investigate the details of what happened sixty years ago. I should thank you instead."
Locke bowed to her, "You're too kind, Lady Moon Witch."
The Red Witch took a half step back, avoiding Locke's bow. "The avatar is a completely independent clone. It's just that my main body is in a deep sleep, and my main body's consciousness has transferred here. But the avatar is not a clone, not a simple puppet-like body that can be manipulated by the main body. Therefore, my main body's consciousness is expressed through this avatar. I am just a slightly special Star Ring Wizard with more experience."
"You can only treat me as a Star Ring Wizard."
"If you treat me as your main body, then what is the point of me creating this clone? Mormodius is just a Star Ring Wizard instructor in the Triceratops Garden who doesn't even have a formal position." "I
don't deserve your respect, young prodigy."
Locke raised his head and smiled at her. The two had only been joking before.
The witch Mormodius said, "Then I will stay and help you. But it's agreed that I will stay here only to explore the information I want to obtain and to discuss spell models with you. I will not concern myself with anything else. I will not help you deal with any wizards in my lineage, and likewise, I will not help others deal with you." "
I will stay here for now."
The red-clad witch glanced at Locke. "As for Edgar, please apologize to him for me,"
Locke said. "I don't think he'll mind too much; he's not the type to care about people or things he doesn't care about. The Star Ring Wizards of the Swamp People Club are hostile to him, and aside from the three council members, he'll probably forget about the rest immediately." The Red Witch nodded and turned to leave. "Locke, there's another reason I wanted to create this incarnation. My original pseudo-forging was promoted through my academic lineage. There are many ways to improve one's level in this world. Pseudo-forging can also be lent out." Locke nodded, seemingly understanding.
The Red Witch said, "Virtual forging can also be lent out, and pseudo-forging can also be lent out. The way to lend out virtual forging is to propose a theoretical core and lend it to someone else to complete it, which can reduce the difficulty of virtual forging. But in this way, the person will be completely subordinate to the academic lineage, and for him, with the threshold lowered, the trials are also reduced."
Locke thought about it, and realized that the witch Catherine's training plan for him never seemed to have considered this direction.
That's why completing the virtual forging was so difficult; even a first-fourth-ring being like the Dragon Wizard had come to challenge him.
Of course, even using a half-finished version of someone else's doctrine to complete the virtual forging was no easy feat.
Even reaching the complete doctrine from a half-finished product would be incredibly difficult for countless wizards, and there probably weren't many beings in the endless void who could achieve that.
The Red-Clothed Witch said, "My virtual forging was also lent to me by the academic lineage. My virtual forging exists only because my academic lineage exists, because my teacher's doctrine system exists. In other words, my virtual forging is only considered virtual forging within my academic lineage; if it leaves this environment, it will degenerate into virtual forging." Locke seemed to understand, but he could grasp some of it.
Similarly, there are high-quality virtual forgings, which are entirely self-made, and then there are virtual forgings like the Red-Clothed Witch's, or even the Frost Witch's, which rely on the academic lineage. Because their virtual forgings aren't entirely self-made, they only count as virtual forgings within the academic lineage.
Leaving the academic lineage, they might become virtual forgings.
The academic lineage is like a platform supporting one.
"While you're in this realm, you're in pseudo-forging, but once you leave, you'll lose your forging power, and might even fall into a state of no forging at all. It's perfectly normal for Star Ring and Moon Ring wizards to experience both progress and regression, given their inherent difficulty in maintaining stable magical pressure levels.
" The Red Witch sighed. "Therefore, I begged my Death Witch Doctor teacher for a bottle of purple potion, allowing me to try and establish myself independently using an avatar. Although this avatar is only Star Ring, it seems more important to me than my Moon Ring self. I need to start pseudo-forging again."
Locke said, "I thought that once pseudo-forging is complete, it would be very difficult to start over."
The Red Witch said, "Indeed. Even with an avatar, the ultimate magic I forged still strongly influences my body. And the soul is still the same soul; I'm essentially forging a second ultimate magic. There are many drawbacks. But I have no other choice. Once pseudo-forging is complete, it's extremely difficult to make up for previous mistakes."
The red-robed witch said, "Unfinished forging is like an unfinished product, while false forging is like finally becoming a complete entity. Every change you make to yourself afterward feels like cutting flesh. But for wizards who falsely forge, they will discover their own numerous mistakes. And once these mistakes are made, they are difficult to remedy; they don't even have the courage to start over."
"Since I've decided to stay, I'll continue my previous research. Locke, I'll take my leave first. Thank you for your trust." "As a friend, you're a good person."
After the red-robed witch left
, the Throne of Good and Evil appeared beside Locke and said, "Boy, your ultimate magic looks really good. Your two ultimate spells are quite interesting. And your actions are completely different from those of Edgar, Macedon, and Probus. You seem to be going down a completely opposite path to them."
"How interesting."
"So many years have passed, and the conflict within our School of Truth and Goodness is still possible to repeat itself."
Locke glanced at him. "Your Majesty, I don't know what you're talking about."
Locke quickly left, his hands clenched into fists. The form of the Throne of Good and Evil had to be removed as soon as possible. Otherwise, nothing he did would be convenient.
He returned to the makeshift laboratory in his camp and began designing a bottle-like world he had previously envisioned: a garden grotto.
The form of the Throne of Good and Evil stood beside Locke, looking at the blueprints in his hands.
"This is…"
Locke patiently explained, "Your Majesty, this is a special bottled world I prepared for the Great Windmill Dragon Sparrow and the Sea Gold Sand Fern; a Garden Cavern. Using the jungle concept I've recently learned and the abilities of my Spirit Breath companions, perhaps I can use the Spirit Breath Cultivation Method to create a suitable Garden Cavern, and then use this Garden Cavern to simultaneously cultivate the two magical plants." "
This way, a single bottled world can be used to keep the Great Windmill Dragon Sparrow and the Sea Gold Sand Fern in a [Jungle] state. This is possible because Wizard Probus has already researched this area to some extent. I just need to integrate his data and utilize his ultimate magic here; the Evolution Garden, to achieve this."
The Evolution Garden truly lives up to its reputation as a super ultimate magic fused from three ultimate magics.
This ultimate magic allows me to shorten the time and enhance the effect when performing the Spirit Breath Cultivation Method. It can be said that its current evolutionary strength far surpasses my Evolution Moon.
In Despair Valley, I can call upon the Evolution Garden at any time, hence the rapid progress.
After listening, the Form of the Throne of Good and Evil nodded, while Locke glanced at him and frowned.
If he weren't afraid of alerting the enemy, he would have already tried to seal this Form within himself.
What should he do now?
He originally wanted to use the Synthesis Cube to help him design this bottle world as soon as possible, but now with this light bulb beside him, he could only use the Great Magic and the Evolution Garden at most, and dared not use the Synthesis Cube.
Without one of these two powerful tools, his research speed would be much slower.
And the delivery date to Quinnjoll was fast approaching.
Locke could only continue his research in the makeshift laboratory for a whole day. In this makeshift laboratory, he constantly summoned the power of the Evolution Garden to modify the structure of his bottle world.
However, the structure of his bottle world kept changing and becoming more and more complex, but he still couldn't see any new breakthroughs. In the middle of the night, the Form of the Throne of Good and Evil sighed and said, "Unfortunately, I am a Sun Ring Wizard of the Illusion School, I can't help you."
Locke smiled without saying a word.
Just then, someone pushed open a simple door installed in his makeshift laboratory.
Locke looked up abruptly, the great magic sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow appearing in his hand, ready to transform into an Abyss Dragon using the Reverse Potion Refinement Technique.
The newcomer lifted the curtain and entered, saying to Locke, "Not bad, your potion-making has improved recently. I retract my previous assessment of you. I said before that you had some talent, that your talent was lower than Alba's. But now it seems I was wrong. Your talent may not be lower than Alba's." Alba's predecessor was a three-ring wizard.
She possessed the legacy of a three-ring wizard, making it easier for her to reach the Sun Ring in this life than for ordinary wizards. In fact, if she didn't rely on her own efforts and completely consumed her three-ring legacy from her previous life, she would even reach the Sun Ring more easily than through her own efforts—she could simply pass through passively. However, that would consume too much of her legacy, potentially depleting it prematurely.
Locke looked at the Sea Queen's Throne in surprise.
The next moment, Locke realized something and bowed to the Sea Queen's Throne with delight. "Lady Helen, hello."
The Sea Queen lifted her black hood and looked at Locke, then glanced at the form of the Throne of Good and Evil beside him. The usually talkative Throne of Good and Evil became quiet.
The Sea Queen said, "Why did you give yourself a little tail?"
"Your pet is quite special. You actually keep the form of a Sun Ring Wizard as a pet."
Locke quickly said, "Lady Helen, you're joking. This is the Throne of Good and Evil of the Siming Waters. He is a three-ring Throne Wizard." Locke observed the Sea Queen's reaction, judging whether this Throne King was willing to help him solve the problem. However, doing so might incur the wrath of a notorious three-ring wizard from the Siming Waters, so he was unsure whether the Sea Queen would help him given his relationship with her. The Sea Queen didn't seem to care much. "The Throne of Good and Evil? This person is too evil; he was stripped of his throne title long ago. Besides, I think his path is extremely wicked. Your teacher actually gave you a top-tier meditation method for someone like him."
"Never mind, it's none of my business." "
Locke, have you thought of a treatment plan for the Mountain Guest?"
Locke hesitated. "I have."
"But the specific plan still needs to be adjusted based on the actual situation."
The Sea Queen nodded. "Then you already have your own talent as a potion master. Do you want to become my apprentice?"
Locke was taken aback.
The Sea Queen said, "I'm very open-minded. So if you don't want to, then forget it. With your talent, you might attract a better potion master teacher. You don't need to become an apprentice of this drunkard."
Locke shook his head. Of course, he understood that what the Sea Queen said was possible.
But there was one thing.
Fantasy has no limit.
He could certainly fantasize that a fourth-circle wizard would come knocking on his door tomorrow, insisting on taking him as an apprentice, but wizards live in a world that values equivalent exchange. So what would be the price for such a good thing?
A fourth-circle wizard whose background is unknown is far inferior to the Sea Queen who is treating him well.
At least he can be sure that the Sea Queen doesn't want to harm him.
Locke bowed to the Sea Queen and said, "Lady Helen, I was just thinking that I haven't performed the proper apprenticeship ceremony. It seems improper to formally become your disciple like this." The Sea Queen seemed to be in a good mood. She patted Locke's shoulder and showed a long-lost smile, not a forced one, but genuine joy. "I'm not one
for such formalities." "I don't need any apprenticeship ceremony or rituals,"
the Sea Queen said. "Then you are my fourth personal disciple."
"Alba was my third student."
Locke asked, "Teacher, what about the first two senior brothers and sisters?"
The Sea Queen smiled broadly. "They're both dead."
Locke was stunned for a moment; something felt off.
The Sea Queen said, "Good disciple, since you've become my disciple... Hmm? Why are you standing so far away? You even deliberately bowed a little. Locke, why, since you became my disciple, have you not only not become closer to me, but have become even more humble in my presence?"
Locke coughed.
He had subconsciously regarded the throne wizard before him as his teacher, hence his increased respect, but he immediately remembered the Sea Queen's preferences.
Yes, the Red Dragon Throne had its own preferences.
The Sea Queen had hers.
He couldn't confuse them.
Locke coughed immediately. He knew the Sea Queen disliked so many formalities. She was actually very tolerant, much easier to talk to than most of the high-ring wizards he had met, but she also disliked people being disrespectful.
So, it was a matter of degree.
The Sea Queen liked to see young people being neither servile nor arrogant towards her, but one couldn't truly offend her.
Locke smiled at the Sea Queen, "Teacher, I was too excited just now. It's my good fortune to become your disciple. I wonder if you have any gifts for your disciple?" "
I've seen other potion masters receive gifts after becoming disciples. Teacher Helen, I'm becoming your disciple, so I can't be without a gift." The Sea Queen smiled, "Then what do you want? A large potion?"
Locke swallowed hard.
The Sea Queen placed a bottle of golden potion before him. "This is the Great Potion of Destiny's Flash. After drinking it, you will gain ten years of divine favor. During these ten years, you will be invincible in everything you do, unless your enemy possesses power at the level of a Great Potion."
"Do you want it?"
Locke looked at the bottle of golden potion; destiny seemed to flow within it.
He truly wanted it.
The Sea Queen glanced at Locke. "I was just joking. You actually want it. This potion was made by me for an old friend, and it took me ten years to complete. For the past ten years, I've spent some time every day making this potion. Even if I give it to you, you can't drink it. The Third Ring Great Potion has another name—the Creation Potion."
"Although its effects are powerful, and ten years of destiny will make you invincible, it will pollute your rank and corrupt your form. Once you drink it, your form will be altered. This is not something a low-ring wizard can take. A low-ring wizard who wants to take it needs to go through a series of complicated rituals and procedures to detoxify it, and even then, it involves a huge risk."
Locke said, "Teacher, you know what I want."
The Sea Queen glanced at the potions beside him, nodded, and took out a bottle of purple potion, a bottle of colorless potion, and a bottle of blue potion from her astral ring.
"This is the purple potion, the Scorpion Wonton Potion. It's a recipe I concocted myself when I was a third-ring wizard. After I add a form of the Throne of Good and Evil to this potion, and you take it, the Scorpion Wonton Potion will conjure a scorpion spirit. This scorpion spirit will devour the alien form on your body." "
This scorpion will be fixed to the back of your hand, automatically hiding itself until you use it. This form isn't useless; it's just that you haven't subdued it yet. Since you can't use it, it's better to seal it away. It's usually sealed within the scorpion tattoo." Locke looked at the Sea Queen Throne in surprise.
Subduing a form of sun-ring wizard quality?
The Sea Queen said, "But as a Star Ring Wizard, drinking the purple potion will have side effects. The Scorpion Wonton Potion will pollute your form and interfere with your speed of increasing magical pressure. So, to remove the side effects, you must simultaneously take the colorless potion [Heavenly Pure Pool Potion] to purify your body, and drink the blue potion [Archangel Potion]. Among second-ring potions, the Archangel Potion is often used to suppress the side effects or toxicity of higher-level potions."
"Listen carefully, this is the order of consumption. As a potion master, you should know this yourself."
Locke immediately drank the three potions in the order.
Suddenly, an archangel descended from the sky, as if a true god descended from the astral plane. This beautiful golden-haired angel took his arms in her hands and then embraced him, her pure white and holy wings enveloping him like a sacred egg, seemingly gestating something within. Locke felt that after drinking the Archangel Potion, all the hidden injuries in his body and soul, and various small problems that were previously difficult to detect, were showing signs of being resolved.
Immediately afterward, a scorpion crawled on his body.
The form of the Throne of Good and Evil was drawn into the barb on the scorpion's tail, and the Throne of Good and Evil sighed. "Why bother? I am merely a form. If you wish to seal me, I can do so willingly. I have said that this form was born from you. I am your master." The form of the Throne of Good and Evil was completely absorbed into the scorpion's tail.
The scorpion crawled on Locke's body, then onto the back of his hand, and transformed into a tattoo on his hand.
The eggshell formed by the Archangel's potion also shattered.
The Sea Queen looked at the tattoo on Locke's hand, which gradually disappeared until it vanished completely.
Locke asked curiously, "Teacher, since tattoos don't necessarily need to be visible to function, why are you covered in tattoos?" The Sea Queen curled her lips into a smile, nonchalantly hanging another earring on her ear. "Don't worry about that."
"Good disciple, I've already given you this gift. Do me one more thing."
"I have a very important matter to attend to right now, so I have to leave. But an organization called the Death God Selection Order wants me to do something for them."
Locke's pupils suddenly contracted.
Sea Queen said, "The Death God Selection Order wants me to help them retrieve a potion from a woman called the Macedonian Witch, but I really can't leave. I don't think it's worth wasting my time on such a trivial matter. What I need to do is bigger and more important." "Therefore, I want you to pretend to be an elder of the Death God Selection Order to help me make contact, retrieve that potion, and then hand it over to me intact." Sea Queen took out a ring. "This is the Death God Elder Ring, a third-circle magical artifact, containing my stored magical pressure. After you wear it, as long as you don't use the many functions of the Death God Elder Ring, its internal magical pressure will remain. With the Death God Elder Ring, you can disguise yourself as a third-circle wizard." "As long as no one makes a move and you don't say anything out of line, you shouldn't be exposed."
Locke took the Death Elder Ring from her hand.
Only two words echoed in his mind: "Absurd."
His teacher was truly absurd.
Locke couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, if this Death Elder Ring has so many functions, can it be used to contact other members?" The Sea Queen replied, "Yes. Yes. It can be used for contacting others or teleporting clones to meetings. However, because it's a third-ring magical artifact, if you do that, you won't be able to use the functions properly because you won't be able to provide the necessary magical pressure. But you can still use it, albeit barely."
Locke was speechless.
Looking at the exquisitely crafted magical ring in his palm, he felt a dreamlike sense of disbelief. He had been investigating things related to the Death Election Society, and now the core equipment of the Death Election Society—the Death Elder Ring—had fallen into his hands.
Locke looked at the Sea Queen and asked, "Teacher, I know the Macedonian witch. I met her for the first time yesterday. She's a nice person. The place and time I met her was..."
"And teacher, what exactly is the Death Selection Society? Can I join?"
The Sea Queen glanced at Locke, first answering the questions about time and place, then said to him, "The Death Selection Society is an organization formed by a group of mad potion-makers. Official members are all third-circle wizards; second-circle wizards only have the qualification to be candidates."
"As for their purpose... it's related to reality and reincarnation. You wouldn't understand, and explaining it to you wouldn't help. Even if I told you the answer, you would misunderstand because you wouldn't understand. And when you finally understand, it will be many years later. You'll find that what seemed like ordinary words back then were actually the answer." "
Locke, I'm leaving."
"I have to do something extremely important. Please take good care of Shan Chuan Ke. When I left him with you, I knew you might be able to suppress his illness, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. You actually found a way that could potentially solve his problem." "Locke, good luck."
The Sea Queen took a gourd of wine off her back, then tilted her head back and poured the wine into her mouth. She glanced at Locke, then turned and left with a hint of languor and drunkenness.
Locke was quite dumbfounded. He looked at the Death Elder Ring in his palm.
So, his cheap teacher had just temporarily placed the Death Election's ring in his hand?
Did that mean that if he wanted to, he could even impersonate an elder of the Death Election?
Locke said, "The rendezvous is in the latter half of tonight. I need to go immediately. First, I need to go to the shops in Wizard Town to buy a set of magical armor that allows me to travel at night."
Fortunately, in the Wizard Town of the Fang of Terror, there might not be many other things, but such magical armor was plentiful.
A hundred kilometers away in Despair Valley, under a crooked tree, Locke walked over and saw the Macedonian witch already waiting there. The Macedonian witch wore a wizard's robe adorned with gold thread, her dress fluttering in the night wind. She turned to look at Locke and felt the third-circle magical pressure emanating from him. That magical pressure was like a black hole, constantly sucking her magical pressure back.
Compared to the third-circle's magical pressure, her magical pressure was like the difference between a stream and the ocean; her magical pressure involuntarily converged towards Locke, who was like a walking black hole.
"Why is this third-circle wizard displaying his magical pressure to me?" the Macedonian witch bowed to Locke. "I am the Macedonian witch of the Reptile Garden. The director of our research institute wants me to give this potion to the elder. This is a super magical bloodline potion. It is the result of years of research in my Rainswamp super project."
The Macedonian witch quickly explained the potion's effects.
Locke was incredibly astonished. He hadn't expected the Rainswamp mega-project to be so well-completed. If his potion could be mass-produced and the final problem of material scarcity could be overcome, wouldn't everyone in the wizarding world potentially possess spellcasting talent? A wizarding world where everyone was a wizard?
Locke marveled at this idea. The high-level wizards of the wizarding world truly dared to think and do what others wouldn't.
If this potion became widespread, everyone would be a sorcerer comparable to a third-class wizarding apprentice, and there wouldn't be a single mortal left in their wizarding world. The number of wizards with powerful magical talent would also increase.
First, there was the potion's effect.
Second, if the base number of wizards increased, the number of even more outstanding wizards would also increase accordingly.
This potion might not seem to have a significant enhancing effect on an individual, but its significance for civilization was undeniable.
This was an invention that could change the very nature of magic, and could redefine certain aspects of society.
Of course, it was not yet mature.
Therefore, this was only one possibility for the future.
The Macedonian witch glanced at Locke, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. Why was this third-circle wizard constantly releasing magical pressure? And why did the magical artifacts he wore seem to be of low quality?
Locke turned around and said, "Then I'll trouble you."
As Locke turned to leave, the Macedonian witch suddenly reached out and grabbed his left arm. "Wait."
Locke turned back and looked at her coldly, inwardly alarmed. Had he done something wrong and given himself away? Locke said icily, "Young man, is there something you need?"
The Macedonian witch immediately withdrew her hand. "Elder, no. Please forgive my rudeness. I was probably overthinking things." "Elder, there are only two bottles of this super magical bloodline in the world. I used one, so this is the only one left." "It's truly precious." "
So when I saw the potion leave my hand, I was momentarily distracted. Please forgive my rudeness."
Locke nodded to her. "In that case, I won't blame you. Ignorance is no excuse. But there won't be a second time."
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