The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 877 Re-establishing Contact
Can I go see him?

Hearing the somewhat humble request from the elixir saint, Yuka felt his worldview being turned upside down.

Is this still the arrogant and aloof sage of elixirs?

Even if that thing is precious, shouldn't he have called this tree spirit into the alchemy room and then looked it over with a gaze that was three parts disdain, three parts contempt, three parts composure, and one part curiosity?

Then, in the calm and collected tone characteristic of a master, he said, "This is quite interesting. Have the person behind you come to see me; I'm very interested in him."

But now, the Sage of Spiritual Medicine has actually come out in person, and his attitude is so humble that if he doesn't come to see me, I'll go to see him instead.

Is he still thinking clearly? Could this be a hallucination caused by the pressure he's under?

Yuka shook his head, trying to break free from the "illusion" before him.

But no matter how he shook it, the scene in front of him didn't change... no, it did change somewhat.

The Sage of Elixir noticed him, a member of the Netherworld race who kept shaking his head.

"Kui La! What's this guy still doing here!" The Spirit Medicine Saint roared at the passage leading to the alchemy room.

The next moment, Kuira staggered out.

"Teacher, what's wrong?!"

The Sage of Elixir pointed at Yuka with a branch and said impatiently, "Why is this guy still here!?"

The sound was as if it were saying, "Why hasn't this pile of garbage been cleaned up yet?"

Yuka was about to argue when Kuira interrupted him. He looked at Yuka, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"Lord Yuka, it's time for you to leave."

As he spoke, he winked at Yuka, then stomped his root, teleporting Yuka out of the World Tree.

If Yuka stays here any longer, it's questionable whether he can even survive, let alone exchange for the elixir.

He has now come into contact with a rather large secret.

Having done all that, the master and apprentice focused their attention back on Lal.

The Sage of Spiritual Medicine continued, "Boy, I know you signed a contract that prevents you from saying anything. But that doesn't matter. When the person behind you took out this thing, he was already prepared to be discovered."

Or rather, this thing of his is a test. A test to assess my skill level.

Lars was at a loss for words, because he felt that anything he said at this moment would reveal Richard's information.

Of course, the Alchemist Saint also noticed Ral's state. He didn't force Ral to say anything, but simply handed him a bottle of potions.

"This is a potent soul-restoring potion, and it's in excellent condition. I hope this shows my sincerity."

Afterwards, the Alchemist returned to the alchemy room, leaving only Kuila to see Lar off.

On the way to send Lal off, Kuira noticed Lal's confusion.

"It seems you don't know what's inside that thing either."

Lal didn't answer, and Kuila ignored her, replying to herself, "You should know that the intermediate alchemist's dream is to create an elixir of immortality. But we all know that's impossible."

So we settled for second best and turned to pursuing elixirs of immortality, or evolutionary drugs.

The thing you sent contained an evolution potion, and it was of extremely high quality; even the teacher couldn't understand it.

As they spoke, Kuira had already escorted Lal to the entrance of the World Tree.

"Brother, you've hit the jackpot this time," he said, patting Lar on the shoulder. "Being able to work for a big shot in distress means you have a bright future ahead of you."

Lal remained silent, though he had a lot to say, but faced with the prospect of death, he could only keep it to himself.

As soon as Quella turned to leave, Lal immediately found a corner and took out a puppet-like object from his tree hollow. Inside the puppet was one of Richard's soul seeds.

"My lord, the Sage of Elixir wishes to see you."

"see me?"

Richard was completely stunned by Ral's answer.

What he gave was an extremely degraded version of the life virus. In his understanding, this thing was just worth studying, but not too precious.

At least in the wizarding civilization, that is its position.

"Don't you have any explanation? You should have found this thing from dimensional exploration."

Lall felt wronged upon hearing this.

“I didn’t even have a chance to explain before he said he wanted to see you. And he immediately guessed that I had signed a contract that prevented me from saying anything, so I couldn’t say anything.”

Richard was silent for a moment after hearing this. He suddenly realized that an organization like the Alchemists' Guild, which was almost a monopoly, was probably much less capable than it was famous.

Competition is what drives progress.

After thinking it over, Richard sighed helplessly and said, "...Your potion-making skills are a bit beyond my expectations. Well, you've been exposed, so be it. Did you manage to switch the potions?"

"He gave me a potion to restore my soul."

"Then come back first. As for meeting, there's no rush. He'll be able to see me in a while."

"Understood, I'll go back right away."

The world of Ral.

Richard rubbed his temples, feeling that the misfortune brought to him by the hermit's robes had not completely faded.

"Forget it, what's done is done, let it be. At worst, we can hide in the plant dimension."

Although Richard cannot currently use dimensional rifts to freely enter dimensions, he can still enter certain specific dimensions through specific rituals.

A few months later, Lars returned.

Richard's spirits lifted when he saw the potion Ral had brought. Finally, some good news!

Although the potion that Lal brought was not very sophisticated in its preparation, the ingredients were all top-notch.

Even if these people didn't consume the potion, but simply used its raw materials, it would be enough for Richard to recover to the level of the Lord of the World, which is about 1.5 points of mental strength.

If he used a magic potion, Richard could recover about two points of mental strength.

Don't underestimate this seemingly small number. If this potion were equivalent to the essence of the soul, it would be enough to transform a mortal into a world ruler and still make them richer.

"With this potion, things will be much easier. You did a good job."

Richard patted Ral on the shoulder, and a massive amount of evolutionary matter surged into Ral's body once again.

For Richard, this evolutionary substance was like a hormone, something his body produced in massive quantities every day. But for Ral, this evolutionary substance was a miracle drug that promoted evolution.

Catalyzed by evolutionary substances, Ral's body began to evolve once again.

After dismissing Ral, Richard immediately swallowed the potion.

The moment the potion entered his body, Richard felt a tingling sensation, like being electrocuted, followed by a feeling of euphoria.

Stimulated by the potion, Richard's broken soul began to recover rapidly, and his previously dormant self-healing ability also began to operate.

Richard, even without the use of any external aids, will have his soul restored to a state of perfection within a few thousand years.

If it weren't for this special period, thousands of years would be just the time it takes for a ruler to take a nap.

"Phew, at least I can finally use the dimensional gate."

After digesting the effects of the medicine, Richard exhaled, and a runic gate immediately appeared in front of him.

If he can use the dimensional gate, then he will have no more worries.

Upon entering the dimensional gate, the Keeper of the Secrets was already standing behind the gate, waiting for Richard's arrival.

“Guardian, inform old Abel and have him send over a batch of soul essence.”

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

A few hours later, old Abel arrived in the wizard dimension.

“The Crown.” Old Abel bowed slightly to Richard.

"Hmm, how long has it been since we signed the contract with the Lingmo Civilization?"

"About two years."

"Two years... that's not considered a delay."

Richard breathed a sigh of relief. Two years wasn't a long time, and the matter of the Spirit Desert Civilization shouldn't have too much of a problem.

Upon hearing this, old Abel asked with some concern, "Your Majesty, are you badly injured?"

“A minor issue. Inform the council that I am currently in the Natural Federation and intend to discuss alliance matters. Have them arrange for someone to go to the Spirit Desert Civilization.”

Old Abel was taken aback, not understanding why Richard had suddenly run off to a place called the Natural Federation.

However, as an old wizard, he knew very well what he should ask and what he shouldn't ask.

“Understood,” the old Abel replied respectfully.

After absorbing the soul essence brought by old Abel, Richard's mental strength increased again, almost returning to the level of a fifth-circle archmage.

With this strength, he can go to the Ghost Dimension and Nightmare World to fight some monsters.

With a little time, he can return to his peak.

"What's the situation within the alliance lately? What moves have the Civilization Devourers made?"

"All is well. The Alliance has conquered five civilization devourer worlds. However, the coordinates of these worlds are slightly off from the previously determined coordinates."

The Alliance suspects that the civilization devourers are gathering these worlds together to create a colossal world as its body.

A massive world...

Richard rubbed his temples, sensing that things weren't going well.

While it is not easy to conquer a world that is scattered, the power of a single world is also limited.

Without considering the overlord, it is much easier to conquer a small world than to conquer a region of roughly the same size from a large world.

However, Richard did not show any pessimism in front of old Abel.

He was part of the decision-making body of the Civilization Alliance. Everyone else could lack confidence, but those of them in the decision-making body could not.

"Okay, I understand. Also, inform the council that the Civilization Devourers have built the Dimensional Collapse Cannon, and tell them to be extremely careful during the battle."

"Yes, Crown."

Returning to the Astral Plane, Richard watched as Ral continued to evolve, but made no move to disturb him.

As dimensional power surged, a pitch-black gate slowly opened before Richard.

Although Lal's world appears to be devoid of any signs of civilization, this is actually just an illusion.

Tree spirits are everywhere in this world, but they don't move around much, so they seem completely uncivilized.

Where there are intelligent beings, there must be a nightmare world.

Sensing the ominous aura emanating from the dark door, Richard smiled nostalgically.

"Hehehe, the smell of a bountiful harvest."

(End of this chapter)