Wizard: I can predict the future

Nord took a deep breath.

He slowly picked up the moonflower and precisely brought down the deconstruction knife.

He collected the solution as before and then placed it into the crucible.

This time, he was more careful than ever before, releasing only a small portion of his mental energy to observe and manipulate the crucible and the constant temperature chamber.

After all, if something happens in the dormitory, he can use his mental strength to directly remedy the situation.

But now, in case of an accident, he dared not rashly use his powerful mental strength.

Time passes little by little.

"Professor, I've finished purifying it."

Sauron raised his head and held up the mithril container.

Professor Dylan simply nodded without saying anything more, and then quietly looked at Nord.

Seeing this, Soren placed the container on the corner of the table and turned his gaze to Nord as well.

Seeing the other party's cautious demeanor, as if they were a complete novice, a feeling of disdain immediately arose in my heart.

However, the longer he observed, the heavier his heart became.

Although the other party seemed very reserved, every step they took was textbook perfect, without the slightest deviation.

Even in his mental perception, the temperature of the incubator was changing precisely with each step of the process.

Nord naturally heard what Soren said.

But he was completely absorbed in it and dared not be careless in the slightest.

This is not because the purification process is difficult, but because it requires precise control over the output of mental energy.

There can't be too much fluctuation, otherwise even with the mental energy model shielding it, Professor Dylan, who is so close, would probably be able to detect it immediately.

He wouldn't believe it when the time came.

With his talent, he broke through to the first level of wizard apprentice in just over a hundred days.

They would probably just assume they were spies sent by the dark wizard.

At that point, even if you want to die, there's nothing you can do.

Finally, only a small clump of silvery-white liquid remained in the crucible.

Nord finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor, I've finished too."

Soren looked at the mithril container in Nord's hand and a bad feeling immediately arose in his heart.

"He actually finished it!"

"Could it be that he really purified that moonflower solution from before?"

Professor Dylan laughed, a very happy laugh.

"Excellent, excellent, very excellent."

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Soren.

"So, Sauron, have you given up?"

Soren's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the freshly purified liquid.

He still felt a bit incredulous, and for a moment, he even had the urge to ask the professor to test him again.

But Professor Dylan's current attitude clearly indicates that he has lost.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, turned to look at Nord, and slowly lowered his head.

"Nord, I, Soren Crocker, apologize for my remarks."

The classroom fell silent immediately, clearly still reeling from the shock.

Lost.

Sauron, a fifth-rate wizard, lost to an unknown person.

Nord didn't respond, he just nodded.

Professor Dylan, seeing that Soren had apologized, turned his gaze back to Nord.

"You'll stay behind after class."

Upon hearing this, Nord was startled.

"Have we been exposed?"

Looking at Professor Dylan, who had recovered and started teaching.

He quickly suppressed his thoughts and slowly sat down.

He was somewhat restless throughout the entire class, and even missed a lot of the content.

He wasn't sure if Professor Dylan had noticed anything, and if not, what reason would he need to leave him alone?

Time passed little by little.

Finally, the course ended.

The apprentices got up and left one after another, and the classroom gradually became empty.

But Nord still noticed that there were still quite a few figures hiding nearby outside the classroom, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Professor Dylan paid no attention to the wizarding apprentices outside.

He looked at Nord as he walked forward, a smile appearing on his face.

"I have an alchemy workshop in the back mountains, called the Seventh Potions Workshop."

"Would you be interested in going there to lend a hand?"

Nord's heart stirred upon hearing this.

The Seventh Potions Workshop is very famous in Ash Academy.

It wasn't because they sold any special potions there, but because the Seventh Potions Workshop belonged to Ash Academy.

It can also customize various medicines.

The Seventh Potions Workshop can produce potions that basically cover the commonly used potions for third- and second-level wizard apprentices.

All you need to provide are the materials and some magic stones.

Most importantly, the Seventh Potions Workshop guarantees that the potion-making will be successful.

The final price is much cheaper than buying it.

Therefore, many wizarding apprentices would collect potion ingredients and go to have potions custom-made.

Professor Dylan's intention was clearly to have him enroll and study there.

He hardly hesitated.

"I do."

Professor Dylan glanced at him, seemingly unsurprised by the answer.

He took a grayish-white card from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Take this and go to the back mountain, to the seventh potion workshop."

"You can enter by swiping your card."

Nord took the card.

It feels slightly cool to the touch, with simple patterns engraved in the middle and the name Dylan Flynn written on it.

After leaving the classroom, Nord didn't linger and headed straight for the back of the mountain.

The hill behind the college is distinctly different from the teaching area.

There were hardly any people in sight.

Instead, there are individual workshop buildings.

Some have a simple appearance, while others are covered with runes and even faintly exude powerful magical energy.

Soon, he found the Seventh Potions Workshop.

As soon as Nord stepped in, a crisp, mechanical voice rang in his ears.

"To order a custom potion, please bring your materials here to register."

He paused for a moment, then looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far from the side of the door, there stood a device about half a person's height.

It is made of metal and crystal, with fine runes engraved on the surface and a magic stone embedded in the center.

This magic stone has far more energy than the magic stone on his body.

Nord looked around; there was no one else there, nor did he see any entrance.

A while later.

A faint magical fluctuation suddenly flashed near the machine.

The next moment, the metal wall extended to both ends, revealing a passage nearly two meters wide.

A slightly chubby young man walked out from inside.

He glanced at Nord.

"New here?"

Nord nodded and took out the card Professor Dylan had given him.

"Professor Dylan asked me to come and help."

The young man muttered to himself.

"What help? To put it bluntly, it's just free labor."

He casually pointed to the card slot above the machine.

"From now on, just swipe your card there and the door will open by itself."

After saying that, he turned and walked inside.

"Come on, I'll show you around inside."

"From now on, you'll follow me."

"By the way, you can call me Karl."

Upon entering, Nord was greeted by a pungent and unpleasant odor.

Karl turned to look at Nord and smiled.

"That's just how it is here, you'll get used to it."