Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After saying "okay" three times, Azman finally looked away.

He lowered his head, shifting his gaze from the projection to Lynn in the center of the hall.

He glanced at Lynn, looking him up and down, from head to toe, his greyish-white eyes lingering on Lynn for a few moments.

Lynn felt as if something had pierced through his body, from his skin to his muscles, from his muscles to his bones, and from his bones to his soul.

The force was very light, like the wind, but it was extremely penetrating.

Lynn broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Is this what a true spirit wizard is like? It truly is terrifying...

Azman withdrew his gaze, did not greet anyone, and turned to walk out of the hall.

His figure disappeared into the darkness outside the door, the grayish-white mist at the edge of his black robe leaving faint traces in the air before quickly dissipating.

No one spoke in the hall. No one felt that there was anything wrong with the dean leaving directly; there was only endless shock.

After a long while, a second-circle wizard in a gray robe spoke in a low voice.

"The dean hasn't attended this kind of event in a long time."

The person next to him nodded.

Yes, as a True Spirit level being, the Dean himself represents the academy and usually does not show his face.

Lynn stood in the center of the hall, took a deep breath, and her heartbeat slowly calmed down.

Dean, a True Spirit level being!

This was the first time he had ever met a true spirit wizard.

Although it's unclear whether that was the original body or a clone, the oppressive feeling originating from the very source of life was undeniable.

If someone at that level just glanced at him, he would feel as if he had been stripped naked and was standing in the snow, unable to hide anything.

I wonder who is more powerful, the Dean or the Archangel who guards the Holy Light Path on the Holy Light Plane?

Lynn withdrew the projection, and the grayish-white light shrank back into his body.

A chorus of regrets rose in the hall.

Some sighed, some shook their heads, and some stared at the blank wall as if it bore the imprint of a giant web of rules.

Gregor stood at the front of the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips, showing no regret whatsoever.

Lynn has a place in the Stigmata Domain; an entire cathedral there belongs to him.

He could stay there for a hundred or two hundred years, slowly figuring out that net.

Not urgent.

Everything that needed to be shown had been shown, and everyone who was supposed to speak had spoken. The banquet was gradually coming to an end, and people began to freely chat with acquaintances.

Of course, there were also those with ulterior motives who took the opportunity to cultivate a good relationship with Lynn.

A second-circle wizard in a grey robe was the first to step forward, holding a wooden box in both hands, and handed it to Lynn.

"Your Excellency Lynn, this is just a small gift, nothing more."

After saying that, he opened the wooden box, revealing a fist-sized piece of Styx crystal, of superior quality.

Lynn nodded, feeling it was inappropriate to accept a gift in public, so he summoned a Greywing to take the box.

The Graywing took the box, hugged it to his chest, and stepped aside.

A first-ring wizard in a blue robe came up and presented a piece of Star Gold.

A third-ring wizard in black robes gave me a Soul Dust Crystal.

More and more people arrived, and the gifts piled up higher and higher.

The Graywing Envoy was carrying a lot of boxes, and two more Graywing Envoys came to help.

An elderly man in a gray robe squeezed out of the crowd, walked up to Lynn, bowed, and handed him a letter and a small box with both hands.

"Lord Lynn, I was sent by Lord Grom of Soul Valley. He is unable to come in person due to his duties as the garrison commander, and has sent me to deliver a gift and a letter."

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

Grom? I didn't expect my former boss to still remember him.

Grom had been a third-circle wizard for many years, but feeling that his potential was limited and he could not break through the Holy Mark, he took on a lucrative "idle job" and became the person in charge of the entire Soul Valley.

Back then, I was just a newly promoted first-ring wizard, and I was fortunate enough to take on the task of guarding the Valley of Souls.

Although he hadn't met Grom many times in Soul Valley, the man who was "enjoying his old age" never made things difficult for him, allowing him to live quite comfortably.

He took the letter and the box, opened the letter, and glanced at it.

The letter contained a few lines of text, the gist of which was to congratulate Lynn on his advancement to the Saint Mark, and to all those in the Soul Valley share in the glory.

He folded the letter and put it away, then opened the box. Inside was a fist-sized crystal of earth vein essence, which was quite valuable.

He handed the box to the Graywing Envoy, asking him to convey his gratitude.

After that person, several more people came up.

They claimed to have been sent by the garrison wizards of various locations in Soul Valley to deliver congratulatory gifts to Lynn.

It can be considered a token of our camaraderie from back then.

Some people gave away materials, some gave away potions, some gave away magical artifacts, and some even gave away magic stones directly.

The gift wasn't expensive, but the thought was there.

Lynn took them one by one and handed them to the Graywing Envoy.

As time went by, fewer and fewer people gave gifts, and Lynn's savings increased considerably.

In the end, the various Stigmata also presented their congratulatory gifts.

The Scarlet Mark of Fear walked over from the left side of the hall, his withered hand emerging from his sleeve as he handed over a fist-sized black crystal.

The crystal surface has fine cracks, and grayish-black mist is churning inside the cracks.

"The Fear Crystal has been nurtured for many years within my Stigmata Domain." His voice was hoarse, and he said no more.

Lynn took the crystal; it was icy cold to the touch. He probed it with his mental energy and found that the energy of fear inside was so concentrated that it was almost condensed into liquid.

This crystal is worth at least 30,000 magic stones.

He nodded and handed the crystal to the Graywing Envoy beside him.

The Scarlet Mark of Fear turned and left.

The woman in shadow followed behind the Scarlet of Fear, holding a shiny black stone in her hand.

"Shadow Crystals can be worn to conceal one's presence and can also be used as advancement materials for shadow-type undead."

After expressing his gratitude, Lynn took the item and handed it to the Graywing Envoy.

The woman in the shadows didn't linger and turned to leave.

The white-haired man was the last to walk over; his face was still pale, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

He handed over a palm-sized piece of white crystal, its surface covered in frost, with white mist flowing inside.

"Ice crystals. Formed within my Sacred Mark Domain." His voice was firm.

Lynn took the crystal; her fingertips felt a little cold.

He handed the crystal to the Graywing Envoy, and the moment the Graywing Envoy received it, a layer of frost quickly formed on his body.

If Lynn hadn't been quick enough to put the crystal into the "dimensional space," the Graywing would probably have turned into an ice sculpture.

"Thank you, Lord Hanbing." The white-haired man hummed in response and turned to leave.

He walked quickly, his robe hem swinging high.

As they had planned, the gifts they gave were all crystallized rules condensed within their own Sacred Mark Domain.

These items are quite valuable, depending on the concentration of the crystals and the rarity of the crystals. Each of these three crystals is worth around 20,000 to 30,000 magic stones.

Wayne walked up to Lynn and handed him a gold badge.

The badge depicts a sword stuck in a book; it is his stigmata.

"Injecting spiritual energy can activate a holy light shield. It's a little gadget I crafted myself, and it's quite practical."

After thanking him, Lynn took the item and stored it in his dimensional space. This item was a one-time use five-ring magical artifact, and its value was even higher than those crystals.

Wayne smiled and stepped aside.