Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 61 Yes, it's him.

"I have a few questions. First, do you have specific information about the site, such as an assessment of the level of danger?"

"Of course, the ruins are dangerous, and there are even records of explorers losing more than half of their troops. However, thanks to generations of exploration and summarization by our predecessors, our intelligence is now very comprehensive, and the loss rate in our most recent explorations has not exceeded 30%."

"Does that mean out of ten people going in, at most eight will come back?"

"almost…"

"It seems there is still a great risk involved."

"That's right, the risk might even decrease this time. Teaming up with us definitely gives you an advantage over going it alone, and you're less likely to encounter unexpected situations. Most losses happen to lone outsiders."

Tai An stared at Dorothy, who had a serious expression on her face, and thought to himself, "Doesn't being a bodyguard for a pretty girl lower your survival rate?"

When danger arises, a man should be the first to step forward. A man cannot cower behind a woman unless he has absolutely no shame.

You also need to get rid of some tactless lechers. Unexplained conflicts might erupt.

Moreover, if he brings along a bunch of burdens, he won't be able to fully unleash his true strength, and the treasures he finds will have to be distributed among the team. No matter how you look at it, it's a thankless task.

"Let's forget about it!" The young wizard shook his head. "I'm afraid of dying."

"This is a once-in-a-century opportunity. If you can inherit something from the ruins, it will be incredibly beneficial for your future development. Even if you only get some precious items, it will be worth the trip. Everyone encounters danger sometimes; you can even choke on a fish." Dorothy used Silvermoon as an example.

"Hey! I just did it by accident, okay!" Silver Moon retorted, embarrassed and annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I'm not willing to take any risks."

Tai'an still refused, completely unconcerned about the disappointment on the girls' faces.

There's really no need to admire his excellence.

A practitioner's time is precious, and they don't have much time to get entangled in trivial emotional matters.

"Okay! I understand..." Dorothy sighed helplessly.

After all, he is the heir to the Blue Rose Lordship, and will enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future. There is no need to put himself under a precarious situation; refusing any risk is undoubtedly the safest course of action.

"I have a second question for you."

"Excuse me..."

"Do students from the Wizarding Division have priority access to explore ruins?"

"You can understand it this way! The Wizarding Division won't tolerate outsiders disturbing the slumber of the undead indefinitely, so there will inevitably be a limit on the number. Including the Mage Division, which is in the same academy, only one hundred people are allowed to enter in principle. As for outsiders from outside the academy, one hundred spots will be determined through duels. As for us, as students of the Wizarding Division, we can explore the ruins at any time."

"I see."

Tai'an realized there was absolutely no need to bring along a few troublesome creatures, and he could hardly contain his smile.

To be honest, when he heard that there was mithril and adamantite inside the ruins, he had already made up his mind.

"Xiao An, don't even think about sneaking in. The important thing isn't the number of spots, but the experience and intelligence that has been painstakingly gathered over generations," Fu reminded him seriously.

"Hmm, that makes sense." Tai'an nodded slightly. "The third question is about the specific time."

"We'll have to wait until November of this year," Dorothy stated clearly.

St. Violet Hospital.

Beside the hospital bed, several impressionist painters were constantly asking De Jules what the person he had painted looked like.

Characteristic features: black hair, chubby face, and absolutely confident eyes.

"Wrong! Your face needs to be thinner."

"It still doesn't quite look like him. He needs to be more handsome, with a higher nose bridge..."

"Hmm, your chin could be a little rounder."

After dozens of drafts were rejected, the boy's appearance in the drawing gradually became closer to the original, at least 80-90% similar.

De Yulan tried hard to recall the details.

The more I look at him, the more I think he's incredibly cute. I've met all sorts of people in my life, but he's the only one who has taken the cute style to the extreme.

Indeed, in nature, males are still more powerful and perfect!

Her skin was as smooth as cream, without a single scratch. She was a natural candidate for cultivating the Soft Fist martial art and the divine technique of dissipating energy.

I wonder whose good son he is.

I'm so envious...

De Yulan's only regret in life was not having a son. Although he never mentioned it to his family, he always unconsciously devoted more effort to his wife.

"Alright! You've worked hard, this one is fine!" The white-haired uncle held up the drawing paper and nodded in satisfaction: "Issue a reward for this. One hundred gold coins for providing clues. Five hundred gold coins for finding it directly."

"Father, it's time to take your medicine..."

hope took the drawing paper from Deyulan, her expression shifting from slight bewilderment to disbelief: "He's still just a child, he doesn't seem much older than Fu. Could it be some kind of advanced shapeshifting magic...?"

"Well, it's not impossible. Many Saint-level mages have a perverse pleasure in turning themselves into children. But what Saint-level mage can fight me in close combat? They can only fly kites from afar."

De Yulan casually uncorked the medicine bottle on the cabinet beside him and gulped it down. The viscous semi-solid melted instantly in his mouth.

The cool sensation that penetrated to the bone marrow greatly reduced the pain in my body.

Deyulan finished his drink in one gulp and exhaled with a satisfied sigh. The hundred-plus gold coins were well spent; he had bought life with money.

The Pharmacists' Guild once conducted a special study, which showed that nobles who regularly took perfect-grade life potions could live an average of sixty years longer.

It's important to understand that many ordinary people don't live that long in their lifetime! Those who do physically demanding jobs have an average lifespan of around fifty years.

"Not bad, the potion doesn't seem to be a work by Master Owen? The taste is a bit mild," De Yulan commented.

"The medicine was sold by students from our department," hope replied.

"What's the acquisition price?"

"One hundred and ten gold dragons."

"It's alright, it's relatively cheap."

"Yes! I plan to collect as many as possible, even if you don't use them, I can still make a profit by reselling them."

"We need to push Kyrie Irving's progress; it's been so many days and he still hasn't delivered anything..."

Elm Street, the Apothecary Guild. At the top of the towering white mage tower, by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The young man in the white robe quietly looked down at the bustling scene below.

Potions Master, Owen.

A renowned figure in the royal capital, a super-class spellcaster, the vice president of the Apothecary Guild, and the most prized disciple of the potion master Paramela.

At the age of forty-seven, he had already entered the kingdom's high-ranking circle, becoming a guest of honor of various major powers and receiving the highest level of courtesy.

By taking the perfect quality life potion for a long time, he successfully reversed aging, and his appearance and body are no different from those of a young man in his twenties.

After being enhanced by the Transfiguration technique, Owen's handsome appearance made him seem like a god walking among men in the eyes of many women in the Pharmacist Guild.

"She should be coming to see me soon..." the young man in white robes murmured to himself.

(End of this chapter)