The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 953 The Growing School of Thought

Sometimes, the transition between eras can happen in a single day.

Yesterday, wizards from the Evocation and Alchemy schools were discussing which academy to attack, and today the Ministry of Justice intervened directly, arresting all the wizards involved in the internal strife.

The wizards pleaded with their superiors, but before their request could reach the high-ranking official's communication crystal ball, the official was arrested by the Ministry of Justice.

Escorted by wizards from the Ministry of Justice, the Miracle Wizards returned to their respective academies. Seeing the wizards from other schools who had been taken away from their academies by the Ministry of Justice, the Miracle Wizards felt a mixture of satisfaction and lingering resentment.

"They got off easy with those bastards," one of the wizards cursed.

However, with the release of the Truth Council's announcement regarding this internal strife, this sense of injustice dissipated.

[...Anyone who plans or organizes an attack on the academy will be sent to the Redemption Army. Those lacking sufficient combat strength will undergo personality reconstruction. Anyone participating in the attack on the academy will be punished according to their wizarding rank and the number of people killed, ranging from fines to Redemption Army penalties. Specific trial details will be announced by the Ministry of Justice.]

The Yom Kippur was almost equivalent to a penal camp during World War II. Wizards who entered it were considered to have completed their atonement only if they lived until after the war.

If a wizard suffers a serious injury that renders them unable to fight during this process, they will undergo personality reconstruction and then join wizarding academies as teachers to continue contributing to wizarding civilization.

To put it bluntly, joining the Yom Kippur Army is tantamount to a death sentence.

This punishment is the harshest in the wizarding world today—although the wizarding world is now very wealthy, the frugal habits left over from the war with the Starmaw have not disappeared. The torture methods used in the past are no longer in use.

As for the punishment of the participants, although some people have some opinions, most wizards know that the wizarding civilization would never send so many wizards into the Redemption Army together.

There are too many wizards involved in the civil war. Even in peacetime, killing them all would be a huge shock, let alone now that it's wartime.

However, although the civil war has ended, the mess it created will not disappear.

Ninety percent of the schools of Miracles and Curses were looted, and rebuilding these fortress-like schools is no easy task.

Secondly, this internal strife led to many members of the leadership of the other five schools of thought joining the Atonement Army. This power vacuum needed to be filled, and it had to be filled by wizards from the School of Miracles and the School of Curses.

Furthermore, this internal strife has caused problems with the wizard training system, and this batch of wizards is likely to be the most unstable in terms of quality.

There are also a series of issues that need to be handled, such as the transportation of supplies caused by internal strife, the allocation of factory resources, and the mobilization of legions.

As a result, Old Abel, a high-ranking wizard of the fifth ring, was so busy that his hair turned quite white.

However, this is a happy kind of busyness.

This internal strife established Richard as the leader of the wizarding civilization, and the development of the School of Miracles not only lost its constraints but also received a great boost.

In the foreseeable future, the School of Miracles will become the most powerful school of thought in wizarding civilization.

"...The administrator of Academy 75 sent Mocha there, yes, Mocha from Academy 758."

hum!
Communication ends.

In the office, old Abel slumped in his chair, not wanting to move at all.

The School of Miracles is not large, with only a limited number of people in its management team, and even fewer of them remain in the rear.

So old Abel could only use himself like an animal. No, he was even less than an animal now. I've never seen an animal work around the clock.

hum!
The communication crystal ball beeped again with a communication request.

Old Abel stared at the ceiling, not wanting to look at the crystal ball. But in the end, he did.

This is his duty.

Upon seeing this, he instantly perked up.

He hurriedly connected the communication and asked somewhat nervously, "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Richard's unhurried voice came from the crystal ball.

"You've been working hard lately; the affairs of the school of thought must have taken a toll on you."

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work," old Abel repeatedly denied, cold sweat seeping from his forehead. "These are all things I should do as a member of the school."

"Haha, we're old friends, why bother with this nonsense? Let's put aside the expansion of the school for now. Here's an easy job for you. The Star River Mayfly and the Constitutional School recently conducted a joint experiment. Take a few young wizards and go take a look."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After the communication ended, old Abel did not slump back into his chair, but instead wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, seemingly relieved of the ordeal.

Although he was unaware of the details of the power struggle above, based on some rumors, Richard had completely crushed the two veteran Crowns this time, forcing them to sign a fate contract that was comparable to a slave contract.

Despite considering his relationship with Richard, old Abel felt a little weak in the knees when faced with Richard's methods.

After a moment's thought, old Abel immediately pulled up a communication number from the crystal ball.

"Is this Lord Dragon of the Abyss?"

"The Crown has asked me to take some people over to keep an eye on the joint experiment between the Constitutional School and the Star River Mayfly... Oh, only a few new wizards are needed, oh, wizard apprentices are needed too, right? Okay, okay. The newer the better, the more elite the better, okay, I'll take some people over right away."

After the communication ended, old Abel immediately began contacting wizards and mobilizing the academy's latest batch of elite students.

Although Richard said it was an easy job, he certainly couldn't just slack off.

Although he looks a bit old, he is actually considered young among great wizards.

The flame of ambition still burned in his heart.

This internal strife presented an opportunity, a chance for him to truly solidify his position as the school's steward.

……

Evolutionary Path Research Institute.

"Master, this is the latest bloodline." In the laboratory, a wizard dressed in black robes handed a set of data to Ellie. Ellie took it, glanced at it casually, and then frowned.

"Why is it still like this? The mental link is so weak, won't it be broken by any mental interference from the opponent during combat?"

“My lord, this is the limit we can currently achieve,” the wizard who was being questioned replied. “We have consulted Lord Lan of the Divine Palace Research Institute, but even he could not strengthen the mental link.”

According to him, we should focus on the wizards.

The sheer size of the mayfly dictates that we must make choices.

Ellie nodded, signaling the wizard to leave.

"In trouble?"

A sudden voice came from behind Ellie, startling her so much that she immediately assumed a fighting stance.

"who!"

Upon seeing who it was, Ellie's stiff body suddenly relaxed.

"Richard, how come you appear and disappear so mysteriously?"

Richard shrugged helplessly: "That's your problem. Opening a dimensional portal is no small feat; you were just too focused on your research."

As he spoke, he looked at the report in Ellie's hand.

"It seems that the bloodline modification of the Star River Mayfly is not going very smoothly."

Ellie rubbed her temples, looking a bit annoyed, and complained, "The problem you've given us is that you want to define the mayfly as a support role, so the mayfly must maintain its small size and high mobility. And you also have to amplify the mayfly's original talents... This requirement sounds like wishing for something."

Richard felt somewhat helpless listening to Ellie's complaints.

"I can't exactly let the Star River Mayfly expand to become my mount, can I? I have a contract with the swarm of insects. Besides, this request isn't that unreasonable."

"Your bloodline just needs a little optimization."

“Slightly?” Ellie’s expression was exaggerated. “Even your little biological assistant Lan can’t solve this problem, darling. Have you been out of touch with physical evolution for too long and become an amateur?”

"Uh... Haven't you considered introducing foreign bloodlines?" Richard asked tentatively.

"The Milky Way mayfly requires pure bloodline."

"The idea of ​​pure bloodline is a false proposition; even I, an outsider, know this."

“But that’s what they demanded.”

"Now they've changed their requirements."

Upon hearing this, Ellie angrily punched Richard.

"You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?"

“No, no, no, I’m serious,” Richard said earnestly. “Bloodline purity is a false proposition. Mixing in fragments of life information from other bloodlines will only cause the Star River Mayfly to evolve.”

I talked to the swarm of insects... Okay, it's resolved, the swarm of insects agreed.

Watching Richard effortlessly resolve her problem, Ellie felt not relief at having solved it, but rather a sense of being utterly defeated.

The experiment has been going on for two months, and she has been working on this problem for a month.

But Richard solved the problem in just a few words.

She muttered to herself, "You're the governor, you're so capable, you just change the requirements directly..."

Richard could only say that Ellie was still too young.

The false proposition of "pure bloodline" is obviously a deliberate one put forward by the insect overlord, with the aim of preventing wizards from deliberately adding random things to the bloodline to save trouble.

The fact that Richard is coming directly to communicate with us shows that the wizard's technology really can't solve this problem.

The swarm of insects, being the dominant species, would not stubbornly insist on pure bloodlines.

"Let's modify this idea. Old Abel should have been cooperating with you for some time now. If it's successful, don't make a fuss. Let's test it within the School of Miracles first and see how it goes."

Ellie stopped nagging and nodded seriously: "Okay."

Having solved the problem, Richard, who rarely had free time, followed Ellie to tour the Path of Evolution Research Institute.

Although he could see all the research from the institute's reports, those reports were written by people, and wizards were a bunch of crazy guys. Forging reports for research purposes wasn't anything outrageous.

"The research on the Abyss Wizard has yielded initial results, through mind fusion... Richard, Richard?"

Seeing Richard suddenly fall silent, Ellie was at a loss.

Is there a problem with the Abyss Wizard?

After a moment, Richard came to his senses.

"What did you say? Abyss wizards, right? This technology should only be used on a small scale, not expanded on a large scale. The Abyss Civilization and the Wizard Civilization should remain separate at this time."

"Hmm," Ellie nodded slightly, then asked with some curiosity, "Did something happen to you just now? Why did you suddenly get distracted?"

Richard smiled and said softly, "It's nothing, but there's a very strange piece of news."

Meanwhile, Richard's true form, far away in the Dimension of Miracles, frowned slightly as he read the message from the Cursed Demon Empire.

What does it mean for the world to disappear?

(End of this chapter)