Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 34 Wizard Alley

The young boy, provoked by the little girl, resolved never to tolerate it.

The water churned, and even larger waves surged up.

A silver moon water element, several times larger than Xiao An's water element, condensed and took shape, with an outline similarity of over 90%.

Silver Moon Water Elemental swung its fist, the size of a sandbag, and slammed it hard into Little An Water Elemental's face.

In an instant, water burst forth like rain.

Those around them quickly activated their mental shields to avoid getting soaked.

"How dare you bully my Xiao An!"

The silver-haired loli was enraged and used water elementals to retaliate.

When the two water elementals clashed, the larger Silver Moon water elemental ultimately gained the upper hand, unleashing a series of stylish combos that continued until Little An's water elemental dissipated.

The Silver Moon Water Element mischievously made a face and began celebrating its victory, its little skirt swaying left and right, making all sorts of strange movements.

Silver Moon's face darkened, feeling mocked and insulted. She silently cursed, "That wretched Xiao An, that wretched..."

The atmosphere was joyful.

"Very good, I will recommend you to participate in this year's Summoning Creature Showdown, which is jointly organized by the Wizarding Division and the Mage Division."

Transfiguration mentor Furness memorized the faces of the two young wizards and prepared to check the first-year students' information later.

He was quite cautious about taking on apprentices, requiring a long period of observation and comprehensive consideration from all aspects.

Personal character should be the primary focus; everything else is secondary.

"In short, we must never repeat the same mistakes!"

The memory of the inhumane atrocities committed by his former students haunted Fornes.

Royal Capital, Wizard Lane.

Located in Xicheng District, outside the Second Ring Road, it's said that the price of magical materials here is much cheaper than at the Spellcasters' Guild.

Gus led the way, with Mussophie following behind. Each of them carried a bamboo basket on their backs, and they ran and leaped through the city streets.

Taking transportation is expensive; the magic bus starts at least at one silver coin, while animal-drawn carriages are slightly cheaper, costing about twenty to thirty pence, but are certainly not as efficient as leaping. Moreover, the bumpy journey can be quite uncomfortable.

"Mr. Mussophie, he's just ahead."

Gus fell from mid-air, crouching slightly to cushion the impact.

"Very good!" The panda butler landed lightly, expressing his gratitude in an approving tone.

"Gus, don't you have class today?"

"I am a student who has passed the formal job level assessment, and I can arrange my time freely."

"That's quite convenient."

Following the flow of people, the two turned left and entered a shadowy alley.

In keeping with the wizards' consistent mysterious style, Wizard Alley avoids the main streets where people come and go.

The deeper you go into the dark alley, the more vendors you see, and some of them even use residential buildings as shops.

Mussophie looked around curiously. On a table in a shop by the roadside, a row of glass jars were neatly arranged. The murky yellow liquid contained centipedes, spiders, venomous snakes, toads, geckos, and other poisonous creatures. Not far away, a stall displayed the bones and teeth of various creatures, as well as unformed, dried-up embryos.

Stalls selling unearthed artifacts are also quite common, mostly belonging to ordinary people and having no real value. There's a chance of finding cursed items possessed by spirits.

Many wizards like to keep ghost servants to guard gates, warehouses, or to provide information and keep watch.

The store selling finished magic potions was doing brisk business, with long queues of customers crowding the entrance.

The shops selling magical items are very popular, the bookstores and convenience stores are doing moderate business, and the general store is frequented by mysterious figures dressed in magic robes…

Soon, the two of them came across a shop selling magical medicines.

Mussofi stepped forward to inquire about the price. The price of artificially cultivated white chrysanthemum was one silver dollar for five kilograms, while the price of wild-picked white chrysanthemum was one silver dollar for three kilograms.

The two looked similar. Mussofi picked up a petal from each and smelled it. Instinctively, she felt that the wild-picked white spirit flower was of better quality and had a strong desire to eat it.

However, he didn't rush into a decision. He had come all this way to get the best price, and comparing prices from different vendors was essential.

The second herbal medicine shop was indeed much cheaper. Cultivated white peony flowers were priced at one silver dollar for six kilograms, and the quality was comparable to the previous shop. Wild-picked white peony flowers were priced at one silver dollar for three kilograms, but the quality seemed somewhat inferior.

Musophie and Gus continued on their way, passing a dejected goblin hugging his knees.

Several locust wood wands were casually placed on the crumpled cloth.

The cardboard sign read: "Locust wood magic wands on clearance sale! Only ten gold coins each! Don't miss this opportunity!"

The passersby were all walking back and forth, none of them having the mind to stop.

Locust wood wands are never best-selling items. Except for a few sold before the start of the school season, they usually end up as inventory, gathering dust in the warehouse, and may even attract ghosts and spirits to cause trouble.

Ordinary people without the ability to exorcise spirits would feel unlucky just by looking at it.

"If the young master had bought his wand here, he could have saved a lot of money," Mussophie thought, scratching his head sheepishly.

The two walked through Wizard Lane from beginning to end, asking at four or five herbal medicine shops along the way, so they had a general idea of ​​the prices.

"Gus, do you think the shop might shortchange you?" Mussophie asked, slightly worried.

"Probably not. Most people who buy medicinal herbs are wizards or people associated with wizards! Trying to play tricks will only bring trouble." Gus shook his head.

Wizards have never been known for their magnanimity. On the contrary, they are known for being petty and vindictive, and their various curses and ghost-summoning spells are hard to defend against.

As long as these people want to stay in Wizard Alley to do business, they will never dare to do anything unnecessary.

Mussofi secretly weighed the cost-effectiveness in his mind and finally chose a store.

Higgin's Potions Hut.

This is a shop in a remote location but very popular, mainly selling finished potions and raw materials.

"I want wild-picked white chrysanthemums, three silver dollars' worth."

The panda man went up to the shop owner and struck up a conversation.

"Three silver dollars plus an extra kilogram."

The black-haired girl who greeted the guests was the boss's daughter. She had a slender figure and a pretty face. Her eyes kept glancing at Mussofi, and while helping to load the goods, she curiously touched the panda man's fur.

"Miss! Is there something you need?" Mussophie asked, her voice drawn out in displeasure.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bear, I accidentally bumped into you..." The black-haired girl bowed sincerely.

Ten kilograms of flower petals filled Gus's basket.

The material should be stacked loosely and not compressed, otherwise it may be damaged.

"Do you need any other ingredients?" the black-haired girl asked with a smile.

"Hmm, I also want nylon root, hemostatic grass, and blue honeysuckle..." The panda butler picked up the note, held it up to his eyes, and struggled to decipher the handwriting: "Oh, by the way, what's the price of wild rehmannia root at your shop?"

"Depending on the year, within ten years, it's thirty copper pence per kilogram. After ten years, it's one silver dollar per kilogram. After twenty years, it's two silver dollars per kilogram, and so on."

"I want a piece that's over a hundred years old."

(End of this chapter)