Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

"Oh, it's Lord Dorati."

Hughes smiled.

"What can I do for you?"

Dorati Mostia, a veteran of the Coral Oath branch, a full-pool wizard who has lived for nearly 500 years.

Moreover, he was the branch leader's only confidant, and any order he issued was equivalent to the leader's personal instruction.

Upon hearing this, Dorati on the other side paused for a moment.

He first glanced at the laboratory door not far behind him, then slowly walked forward and whispered in Hughes' ear:

"The leader wishes to see you."

"Whoosh—"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly reached out and grabbed Hughes' right shoulder.

The next moment, a faint silver light suddenly overflowed from his hand, instantly enveloping the two of them.

"Buzz—"

However, when the silver light dissipated, the two of them were still standing in the same place, and it seemed that nothing had changed.

"Oh?"

Seeing that it had no effect, Dorati slightly opened her eyes beneath the mask.

"Is it an exile spell, Lady Dorati?"

Across from him, Hughes said without changing his expression.

"Sorry, it was just a subconscious reaction."

The Banishment spell can forcibly teleport the target, and coincidentally, he later purchased this spatial magic.

Just now, Dorati had cast this spell on him.

However, as a space wizard, he instinctively resisted, mobilizing the surrounding spatial energy to disrupt the effects of the spell.

More accurately, it disrupted the surrounding "space".

"No, you did the right thing..."

Upon hearing this, Dorati nodded, showing no anger at the breaking of the witchcraft.

"When facing enemies who possess spatial abilities, we, as spatial wizards, should constantly disrupt the space around us to avoid giving them an opening."

He loosened his grip, but his palm remained firmly pressed against Hughes' right shoulder.

"However... please do not resist."

Compared to before, Dorati's tone was much gentler, clearly indicating that Hughes's breaking of his witchcraft had changed his opinion of him considerably.

Hearing this, Hughes stopped resisting and "smoothed out" the space around him.

"call out--!"

The next moment, a flash of silver light appeared before their eyes, and he and Dorati arrived at a palace.

Hughes looked around and discovered that the entire palace was built from deep-sea jade and shimmering, colorful coral.

Above, large swathes of white algae hang from the dome, while the pillars inside the hall are inlaid with countless seashells that open and close continuously.

This is the heart of the entire underwater ruins, and the leader of this Coral Oath branch is also based here.

At this moment, Dorati spoke up from the side:

"Please move forward, Wizard Hughes, follow me to see the Chief."

After saying that, the two walked one after the other toward the front of the palace.

Following behind Dorati, Hughes glanced ahead.

The palace was large, but one could still vaguely see the dark blue throne in front of them, and—the tall figure sitting on the throne.

"clatter--"

Soon, the two arrived in front of the throne.

"Whoosh—"

The next second, Dorati's figure suddenly flashed and "whoosh" teleported to the side of the throne.

"Lord Netiel, the wizard Hughes has arrived."

As soon as the words were spoken, the woman on the throne, who had been resting with her eyes closed, raised her head.

Immediately afterwards, her eyes snapped open, her gaze falling directly on Hughes below.

At the same time, Hughes, who was below the throne, also looked up at the other person.

To his surprise, the woman sitting on the throne was not a pure merman, but a merman-half-elf.

The other person had long, flowing, seaweed-like light blue hair and a pair of bright, deep blue eyes.

Her beautiful and refined appearance, along with her delicate and pointed ears, all clearly demonstrate that she has half elven blood.

This rare merman-half-elf is none other than Netil Orencia, the current leader of the Coral Oath branch.

"Crack—squeak, squeak."

The next moment, Nettil raised his hand and waved it, and clusters of blue coral suddenly sprouted from the ground, gradually intertwining to form a simple chair.

"Have a seat, Wizard Hughes."

She spoke.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to see you and, by the way... ask you a few things."

Upon hearing this, Hughes nodded his thanks and then sat down on the coral chair in front of him.

Surprisingly, these corals were quite comfortable to sit on.

But on second thought, it's not surprising that Netil rests on a coral throne and wears cool coral armor.

After sitting down, Hughes couldn't help but touch the coral behind him.

To his astonishment, he discovered that these were not actually corals, but rather a kind of magical plant that mimicked the structure of corals.

—This Netil is actually a wizard from the Sprawling faction!

(Didn't we say before that we needed to come up with a new name? The Spreading Faction is the new name I came up with for the Plant Faction, meaning that the plant spreads and grows in all directions.)

Previously, when he saw the jet-weather corals on the cliff and the giant corals attached to the underwater ruins, Hughes had secretly made some guesses.

Perhaps this leader is a merman sorcerer who has made a pact with the coral.

Unexpectedly, the other party was indeed a merman, but a creeping wizard who controlled magical plants.

"If I remember correctly, you should be a wizard from the east of Maransel, right?"

Nietzsche spoke first.

"And you joined our Coral Oath as soon as you arrived."

Hughes nodded, without denying it.

"Yes, and it was the wizard Geda who conducted my initiation ceremony."

At this moment, Nettir's eyes suddenly flashed, and he whispered:

"So for the past two years... you seem to have been dealing with Vaka, right?"

Upon hearing this, Hughes remained expressionless and said:

"Yes."

And because it sounded like Netil's attitude towards Vaca was a little off, he carefully considered his reply:

"Waka the Wizard was the second wizard I met in the organization, and given his knowledge of everything, we had quite a few exchanges."

Nietil nodded, his expression unchanged.

"I remember... Vaka seemed to want to ask you for a favor, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze slightly.

Hughes's expression froze for a moment, then he nodded and said:

"Yes, because my potion-making talent is pretty good, he once approached me and asked me to make him a potion."

He now understood. It seemed that there was more to the story behind Vaka's request for him to concoct potions than met the eye, and... it even seemed to be related to the branch leader in front of him?

But just then, Netil's voice came again:

"Mermaid's Secret Soup?"