Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 66 Young Master, Someone Has a Bounty on Your Head!

Spell scrolls and talismans have too many similarities.

Both are representations of the trajectory of natural energy rules on paper.

The only difference is that talismans are generally only the size of a palm, and when the spell scroll is unfolded, it can almost be used as a tablecloth. The smallest size is 40 centimeters by 30 centimeters.

As for how to use them, both involve flattening the folded or rolled-up paper to ensure its regular trajectory is complete, and then it will automatically take effect.

In the memories passed down by cultivators, talismans can also be activated through burning or ingestion, with countless wonderful uses.

"In fact, talismans are much more convenient to carry and use. Spell scrolls are too bulky, and it takes at least a few seconds to lay them out. They can't be used directly in skirmishes. Their main purpose is to provide some help in wilderness survival."

The runes of a Rank 0 magician's fingertip flame appeared on the magic camphor tree paper. The moment the runes were complete, the paper began to burn. Soon, it turned into a pile of ashes.

The thick smoke made Tai'an cough, and he hurriedly called for a breeze to ventilate the laboratory. The second attempt was a bit smarter; he rolled up the inscribed part while engraving the runes, making its trajectory incomplete. Finally, he used a transformation spell to perfectly glue the edges of the scroll together. An ordinary person would probably tie a slipknot with a rope.

For adventurers in the wild, starting a fire is of paramount importance for survival.

Unfortunately, there are already better or cheaper alternatives on the market. For example, matches, flint and steel, lighters, and various reusable magical items.

The spell scroll featuring a flickering flame has long lost its market appeal, with buyers mostly using it as a backup option. It is far less popular than scrolls for spells like Water Gathering, Hemostasis, and Light.

Tai'an studied with great interest for a while, constantly making various level 0 magic scrolls, completely forgetting the passage of time. When he came to his senses, he realized that it was already the early hours of the next day.

"It's almost 1 a.m.! Let's go to sleep..."

Friday was a rainy day.

The morning rain was as fine as cow's hair, and thick fog permeated the forest, with visibility limited to only a few meters.

Wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, the panda-man sprinted along the cobblestone path with barely perceptible small steps.

With poor visibility, Mussofi dared not leap recklessly, partly for fear of getting lost, and partly for fear of crashing into a tree. He had learned this the hard way before, accidentally bumping into the trunk of a large tree, instantly getting a bruised and swollen face, and falling flat on his back—a memory he still vividly remembered.

Leaving the cobblestone path that winds through the dense forest, Mussophie carefully discerned the road ahead. Having traveled between the Wizarding Division and the University Hospital many times, she had already formed a deep impression of the roadside landmarks.

He firmly believed that he had not made a mistake.

The butler stood in front of the road sign, and on the bulletin board next to it was a wanted notice.

The familiar face bore a striking resemblance to the young master.

The Tulip Family's Bounty.

A reward of 100 Gold Coins will be given for providing a valid clue about the person who created the portrait; a reward of 500 Gold Coins will be given for directly leading us to that person.

Contact information: Students of this school, please come directly to the principal's office to find me – hope.

Mussofi looked puzzled and muttered to himself, "Young Master, have I done something wrong?"

Seeing that no one was around, the panda butler casually peeled off the reward notice from the bulletin board and secretly put it in his pocket.

The school hospital corridor echoed with hurried footsteps.

Today, Mussofi wasn't in the mood for hide-and-seek. She placed a bamboo food box and a bottle of earthworm milk on the cabinet next to her hospital bed.

"Mr. Butler, you're here so early. I thought you wouldn't arrive until noon..." Aglaia said with a smile, deeply remembering Mussophie's daily visits to deliver meals, rain or shine.

"I have something urgent to attend to. I'll come pick you up at noon." The panda nodded slightly and pulled down the brim of his hat. He turned and left the ward almost immediately. On the way back, Mussofi took quick, light steps, rushing home as fast as she could.

"Young Master, something terrible has happened, Young Master!"

"Mmm!" Tai'an responded with a muffled sound from his nose, sounding sound as he slept soundly.

Someone has offered a reward for your services!

Mussofi took out a crumpled wanted poster from the pocket of his short coat and held it up in front of the young master.

Tai'an opened his eyes groggily, his eyes widening involuntarily. Instantly, all sleepiness vanished, and his mind quickly flashed through the unnecessary things he had done recently.

Lord Dawn's identity should not have been exposed.

Even if he's exposed, it doesn't matter; he didn't kill anyone, and his conscience is clear. At worst, he'll have to pay some compensation. If things really escalate, public opinion won't side with the slave traders.

"Tulips, tulips..." the boy muttered repeatedly as if possessed, then suddenly remembered the white-haired uncle who had taken his full-force punch.

Could it be him...?

He got punched by me, lost face, and was unwilling to accept it, so he wanted to get revenge.

Tai'an thought it was very likely, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Young Master, what should we do? The Tulip family is not to be trifled with! Their power is at least several times stronger than our Blue Rose family!"

Even Mussofi, who had always been indifferent to other forces, had heard of the Tulip family's formidable reputation.

"Don't be afraid!"

Now that things have come to this, we can only deal with whatever comes our way.

Since they're coming, let them come...

Tai'an is prepared to respond to the situation with a human-immortal mindset.

It's best to stall for time as much as possible and try to improve your strength. As long as you are strong enough, nothing will be a problem.

All unfavorable situations in the world are caused by the inadequacy of the parties involved.

"It's just a minor issue, let's get back to work!" Tai'an rolled over nonchalantly and went back to sleep. Rather than have another person worrying unnecessarily, he'd rather shoulder the burden himself.

The white-haired man is very strong; the butler is not someone the butler can handle.

Seeing that the young master was so calm and composed, Mussofi was relieved.

The melodious chimes of the Wizard's Tower.

The noisy first-year classroom suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop with the arrival of the teacher.

The skeleton, emanating a faint black aura, floated above the ground, moving in a drifting motion.

Lich!

"Children, I am Gargamel! You have probably seen my other avatars before. The one before me is my strongest avatar, the lich form."

The lich's every word was devoid of any emotional fluctuation; his eerie voice seemed to possess a strange, penetrating power that sent chills down one's spine.

Many of the young wizards present were trembling with fear, their faces pale. Those who were more composed were merely putting on a brave face.

Yin Yue couldn't help but reach out and grab Tai An's knees.

"There is no need to be afraid. Perhaps one day you will make the same choice, become death itself, and conquer death..."

The space around the lich slowly cracked open, revealing an oval-shaped rift about the height of a person, its destination unknown. An invisible mage hand reached into it, retrieving textbooks and distributing them to the students.

A thin book with a black cover, titled "Common Black Magic".

(End of this chapter)