Wizard of All Souls

The blessing process is very simple.

One word for each gift, and it's over in one go.

Because the five beings present knew it—this was just a show!

Vice President Rudolph will not say anything.

Will the other three monsters be happy about Will becoming a first-level wizard?

They would be happier if they could kill Will on the spot.

Will forgave the monster?

Decided to let go of the hatred?

No no no.

Will can't wait to punch a king-level monster.

With the whip in the left hand and the candle in the right hand, Vice President Rudolph knelt on the ground and sang conquest.

Everyone knows this.

But every surface is kind.

They all look like "the past is over, the difficulties in the past are all tempering me, I want to thank you".

hehe.

Difficulty is tempering?

You want to kill me but I want to thank you instead?

Whoever believes is a fool.

"Let's be an alliance forever."

Five drops of blood floated in the air and merged into one.

Afterwards, it turned into five rays of light and rushed into the spiritual space of everyone, merging with the spirit—a spiritual contract.

Will could sense that they were not the only ones connected in this spiritual contract.

There are others.

Even powerful guys far away in the Western Continent.

"It seems that this spiritual contract is universal. It has been bound by first-level wizards and king-level monsters since ancient times. It is a contract that most first-level wizards will sign."

It's not hard to cancel.

The removal method is also very simple.

There will be no serious sequelae if it is violated.

But once it is violated, other existences will immediately perceive it.

Your choice will be immediately known to all beings who have signed this contract.

That would be equivalent to cutting oneself off from the wizarding world.

"May we be on good terms."

"As a powerful potion master, I believe we will have many opportunities to cooperate."

"If you need any help, you can come to me at any time, the price is negotiable."

The three king-level monsters retreated one by one.

After a while, only Will and Vice President Rudolph were left in the room.

...

Will said to Vice President Rudolph: "I can serve as the instructor of the academy, and as the advisor of the academy's potion master, the treatment is the same as that of the previous Wizard Valtteri."

"...you won't regret it."

Vice President Rudolph did not expect Will to be so decisive.

"But you also know that, as a duke and the future husband of His Majesty the King, I am usually very busy and may not be able to stay in the academy, let alone teach apprentices."

"It doesn't matter."

What is the role of a first-level wizard?

Especially a potion master?

Teaching apprentices?

Refining lesser potions?

How wrong!

It is to help refine official potions that are also extremely effective for official wizards.

It is Ziyunye and Jinshen Potion that are related to the advancement of wizard apprentices!

Everything else is fluff.

I think back when Wizard Vertelli was in the academy, although she seemed to work a lot, she was very leisurely every day.

As for the tasks assigned to her, Wizard Vertelli doesn't care at all whether she can complete them or not.

As long as Will is willing to join the academy.

Complete some particularly important potion refining on time - for official wizards, and for advanced potions.

That's it.

and.

Will's choice was exactly what he wanted.

Vice President Rudolph didn't want Will to stay in the academy for a long time at all.

why?

"If you continue to stay, is the academy yours or mine?"

"This is almost becoming your private place."

"Is the academy helping you cultivate talents?"

Because Will was a third-class apprentice before, he wouldn't pay too much attention.

Anyway, after a hundred years, Will will be nothing but loess.

It was different when Will became an official wizard.

If it went on, the Academy would become Will's private property - as it had become now.

Unless Will is willing to join the academy completely.

The kind that gives up worldly identity and status.

It is impossible to think about it for the time being.

What about later?

Anyway, the time is still very long, and it is not ruled out that there will be a day when I am tired of playing the country development game.

...

The appointment of Will as advisor to the Academy's potions masters was quickly finalized.

The contract was also signed at once - anyway, it was the kind of contract with only a few sentences and a high degree of freedom.

next.

Will looked at Vice President Rudolph with bright eyes: "I don't know where Dean Wodehouse is now? Has he returned to the academy?"

Dean Wodehouse has not been back to the College for hundreds of years.

Even for the 1100th anniversary celebration of the decades-old academy, they only sent a clone to appear on the stage, and dissipated after a few words.

"Master Dean is in the dean's room." Vice President Rudolph said.

"real?"

The look of excitement on Will's face flickered.

The dean's room is a room that is closed all the year round.

It looks quite small from the outside, but it might be about ten square meters inside.

As for the actual situation, it is not clear.

Under the leadership of Deputy Dean Rudolph, Will came to the dean's room.

The two of them didn't speak all the way.

Stand in front of the door.

The surrounding is so quiet.

There is no difference from before.

No ash ever fell from the door.

"The dean is really inside?" Will was full of doubts in his heart. "Has this door not been opened? It looks exactly the same as when I was studying in the academy."

Deputy Dean Rudolph said pointedly: "Master Dean has been inside."

"ah?"

Will's frown deepened.

What does Vice President Rudolph mean?

"You'll know when you go in." Vice President Rudolph didn't explain.

"……All right."

Twist the handle.

"Crack."

The door swung open.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart.

Go inside the door.

The room was pitch black, with no light source.

Even Will, who has the eyes of truth, can't see anything.

The door behind him didn't know when it closed.

"suddenly--"

The oil lamp on the wall suddenly lit up.

There are three oil lamps in total.

With the help of the light, Will was finally able to see the room clearly.

This room is actually as small as it looks from the outside?

Only ten or twenty square meters?

Apart from the three oil lamps on the wall, there is only a picture of the exterior of the academy hanging.

And in front of you, a simple long wooden table.

Opposite the wooden table, sat a black close-fitting robe, shiny hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked like a successful man in his early thirties.

He felt no threat from the man.

The magic power on his body is also very weak, comparable to that of ordinary first-class apprentices.

"Clone?" Will frowned.

Originally, I thought I could meet the real dean once, but I didn't expect it to be just a clone.

But even if it is a clone, Will dare not neglect.

Will saluted and said, "Master Wodehouse, it's an honor to meet you."

"We're both official wizards, so you don't need to be polite." Dean Wodehouse pointed to the chair, "Sit."

Will sat down on the wooden chair.

The old wooden chair immediately made a "creaking" sound.

There was something eerie about the room, and about Dean Wodehouse.

Is this really a college?

The other party is really a second-level wizard?

Various doubts could not help but arise in Will's heart.