Wizard: I can predict the future

Nord looked at the boy who was less than chest-high in front of him and suddenly felt like laughing.

It seems like he's the one who's been stirring up trouble from beginning to end.

From the initial classroom questioning, to the ban on the sale of the Moonlit Echo Potion, and now to the roadblocks and provocations.

But somehow, this posture makes him seem like the villain.

"Where did this brat come from? He has no manners at all."

He lowered his head slightly, his heart filled with murderous intent, and stared intently into the other person's eyes.

"Or is it that someone gave birth but no one raised them?"

Soren felt a chill rise from the back of his neck; the summer weather felt like an ice cave to him.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking...

Then Nord took a step forward.

The two were already close, and they instantly became very close to each other.

A hand flashed.

Soren felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his fingers instinctively loosened.

The flyer was immediately handed over.

Nord then took the flyer into his hands.

The whole process took only a moment.

Before the two first-level wizard apprentices beside them could react, it was all over.

Nord stood beside Soren, his voice low.

It was so low that only Sauron could hear it.

"At this distance, if I were to actually make a move, you would have died more than once."

"Even if the two people behind you are first-level wizard apprentices, they can't protect you."

Soren's face was pale, and his wrist was still throbbing.

The fear in my heart has not yet dissipated.

Nord had already gone far away, toying with the brochure in his hand.

"Also, you're not worthy to hold this."

His figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Soren was left standing there, his face extremely gloomy.

The two apprentices behind him exchanged a glance, neither daring to go up and ask what had just happened.

The air was so quiet it felt almost oppressive.

After a long while, Sauron slowly raised his head and looked in the direction where Nord had disappeared.

The fear in his eyes was gradually suppressed.

Instead, there is a deeper chill.

"Nord..."

He murmured the name to himself.

The voice was barely audible, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of hatred.

Soren did not return to his manor, but went to Back Corner Alley.

Without pausing, he walked straight into an extremely luxurious building.

After walking through the corridor, we soon arrived at the door of a room.

Soren raised his hand and tapped twice lightly.

"Uncle Minick."

A slightly deep voice came from inside the room.

"Come in."

Soren pushed open the door and entered.

A middle-aged man was sitting behind a desk, holding a document in his hand, and looked up at him.

"Why are you looking for me so late? What happened?"

Soren didn't waste any time with pleasantries and went straight up to give a brief explanation of the Glimmering Echo Potion.

"Uncle, is there any way we can deduce his medicine formula?"

Minique listened quietly, then looked up at Soren.

"A third-level wizard apprentice has developed a formula that is 60% more effective than the Moon Sleep Echo Potion."

Do you think this could be true?

Upon hearing this, Soren remained silent for a moment before finally offering an explanation.

"That Nord Blank, it's quite possible that he could be valued by Vice Dean Dylan."

"We must be on guard."

"Moreover, if this is true, it will definitely have a huge impact on our Crook's low-end medicines."

Minic smiled with satisfaction.

"Not bad, you're able to think from the family's perspective now."

After saying that, he paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Not yet."

"The drug is still in the evaluation stage, and the Pharmacists Association will not release any structural data."

"Based solely on this information, it is impossible to make any deductions."

He paused, then looked at Sauron.

There's only one way to deduce the formula.

"Get at least five finished doses of the drug."

"Then we'll find a senior pharmacist to help, and spend time analyzing it slowly."

"This is not something that can be accomplished in a short time."

Soren's brow furrowed even deeper.

"So, there's nothing we can do right now?"

Minique smiled gently.

"It's not that bad."

He closed the documents in his hand, his gaze carrying a meaningful glint.

"As long as we can get a few finished doses of the drug."

"Then they kept dragging their feet and preventing the other party from passing the argument."

"Once we derive the results, we can complete the drug certification before the other party."

……

The brief incident just now did not stir up much emotion in Nord's heart.

But this added even more pressure to his already tense nerves.

An opponent like Sauron, who is emotionally expressive and doesn't know how to hide his feelings, is actually the easiest to deal with.

Both words and actions can be predicted.

It is even possible to plan countermeasures in advance.

Nord never worries about this kind of opponent.

What he truly cares about is another kind of existence.

The kind of enemy that hides in the shadows, motionless, waiting for you to reveal a weakness before launching a fatal attack.

And Warwick is clearly that kind of person.

Upon hearing this name, Nord's gaze darkened slightly.

From that ambush to his meeting with Lilia a couple of days ago, he was certain that Warwick knew about the destruction of the Nico family.

But the other party did not react at all.

All of this is too abnormal.

Sauron's appearance today has made him even more eager to improve his strength to become a true first-level wizard apprentice.

It's not like now, where only mental strength and magic power meet the standards, but in other aspects, they are even inferior to some third-level apprentices with deep accumulation.

Nord even felt that only by becoming a formal wizard could he truly escape Warwick's threat.

When they arrived at the Seventh Potions Workshop, Karl and Leona had already left.

Nord focused his mind and immediately immersed himself in the process of crafting the custom-made potion.

He worked almost non-stop from night until the next morning before finally stopping.

During this period, he must make the most of the nights to complete the tasks at the workshop, while also finding time to refine the luminous echo potion.

I just stepped out of the potion workshop.

Nord saw a girl of about sixteen or seventeen standing outside the door.

She seemed to have been waiting for a while, her gaze fixed on the direction of the door.

Upon seeing Nord emerge, he immediately hurried to greet him.

"Hello, is this where I can try the free light echo serum?"

Nord's eyes lit up slightly upon hearing this.

"Yes, are you going to participate?"

The girl nodded quickly.

"Hmm, I'd like to give it a try."

Nord then had time to examine the other person closely.

She was rather thin and her face was slightly pale, as if she had been overexerting her mental energy for a long time.

Nord could clearly sense her mental fluctuations, which were somewhat disordered.

It could be that one is stuck at a certain stage and unable to break through, or that one's mental strength is damaged.

Nord quickly made a judgment in his mind.

"What's your name?"

"Adèle Windsor"

She answered quickly, as if afraid of being rejected.

"You know, we have to register with the Pharmacists Association before we can participate in the 30-day free trial."

Adela nodded.

"I know the new drug validation process."

Nord glanced at the other person.

He had initially thought she was just a naive girl attracted by his subtle writing style, but it turned out she knew the inside story.

However, he did not intend to delve into it, which saved him a lot of explanation.

When Nord returned to his dormitory, it was already evening.

Before he could even sit down properly, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Gray rushed in, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Brother Nord, something terrible has happened!"

Nord looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Gray, panting, said urgently:

"There are some rumors going around outside."

"They're saying that 'Glimmering Echo' potion of yours wasn't something you derived yourself!"

"What exactly?"

Gray swallowed and slowed his speech.

"They said you found a fragmented formula in the ruins of an abandoned laboratory somewhere outside the college."

"Then I made some minor modifications and used it as a new medicine."

"They also said that although that medicine seems to work very well, it has serious side effects!"

"It's just that no problems are visible in the early stages, but as time goes on, the user will definitely experience problems."

The words fell.

The atmosphere in the dormitory instantly became somewhat oppressive.

Nord stood up and looked out the window.

"Do you know where this news came from?"

Gray shook his head.

"I don't know, it seems like it just appeared out of nowhere."

"All the flyers we put up yesterday have been torn down."

As he said this, his voice unconsciously lowered a few decibels.

Even some of my friends have been secretly asking me...

Nord paused for a moment, then turned to look at Gray.

"Are you still planning to participate?"

Gray looked up at Nord, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"I trust you!"

At first, he still held a degree of superiority over Nord, a local wizard from the Southern Region.

But as we spent more time together...

The praise from her sister, the other person entering the potion workshop, and that unwavering confidence.

Without realizing it, he always felt that a miracle would happen to Nord.

"But if we do that, even fewer people will be willing to participate in our drug trials."

Nord looked at the worried Gray, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the dormitory.

……

"Ron, when are you going to pay me back the magic stones you owe me?"

Ron and his two companions froze for a moment when they saw Nord walking towards them with a grin on his face, but quickly recovered and put on smiles again.

"So it's Lord Nord Blank."

"Don't worry, we will definitely give you the magic stones we promised."

"But as you know, we've only been in the academy for a short time and don't have a stable income yet, so we're a bit strapped for cash."

Nord didn't reply, he just looked at him quietly.

That gaze made Ron's smile slightly unnatural.

"Ron, we've been at Ash Academy for almost three months now."

"The three of you will each receive three magic stones per month, which adds up to more than twenty."

"How could it not be enough?"

These words were spoken.

Ron's smile faltered.

The two people behind him also subconsciously looked away.

Ron forced a smile.

"Well, some expenses are always unavoidable."

Nord did not press the matter further.

He glanced at the three of them, then turned and walked to the side.

"Come with me."

Ron paused for a moment, then asked instinctively:

"Where to?"

Nord did not turn around.

"Didn't you say you didn't have any magic stones?"

"Then let's find another way to repay it."

After he finished speaking, he had already walked a distance away.

Ron and his two companions exchanged glances.

Although he felt uneasy, he gritted his teeth and followed.

The group walked through an area where the crowds were gradually thinning out.

From the main road of the college, walk to the secluded side road.

Then there was a group of abandoned buildings that almost no apprentices passed through.

The surrounding buildings gradually became old.

The walls are mottled, and weeds have even grown between the stone bricks.

The three people following behind gradually increased the distance between them and Nord by several dozen meters.

Hart glanced at Ron discreetly, then slowly made a throat-slitting gesture with his right hand.

Upon seeing this, Ron's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately slapped Hart on the head.

He lowered his voice and said:

"Hart, are you out of your mind?"

"This is Ash Academy, not Silihai."

Then, he secretly glanced at Nord ahead.

Finding that the other person wasn't paying attention, he continued:

"Moreover, we only know the magic of vine growth now, which may not be enough to defeat them."

Vines growing is one of the most common spells used by third-level sorcery apprentices.

Its popularity is not due to its great power, but because it is simple and does not require much magic.

Simply prepare the vine seeds in advance and inject a small amount of concentrated life potion.

In battle, puncture the life potion sac to unleash its growth potential, then use simple runes to control the vines to attack, effectively forming a fighting force.

Moreover, the stronger the vine, the greater its power.

Nord listened to the whispers of the group, his expression unchanged, as if he hadn't heard anything.

His decision to seek out Ron and his two companions was indeed a carefully considered one.

If it were any other wizard apprentice, no matter how forcefully he threatened them, they might not agree.

But Ron and his two companions were pirates, and the law of the jungle had long been their instinct, plus they owed him magic stones.

This is a good opportunity to demonstrate some of our strength and make them realize the gap in capabilities. The rest will then fall into place naturally.

finally.

Nord stopped in front of a semi-abandoned building.

He didn't speak immediately, but turned around first to look at Ron and the other two who were slowly approaching.

Have you heard of the glowing echo potion that's been making headlines lately?

Ron nodded.

"I've heard of it."

"I figured it out."

After saying that, Nord didn't give the three of them time to think. A surge of demonic pressure suddenly erupted from his body.

The air seemed to freeze, and the expressions of Ron and the other two changed simultaneously.

"A second-level wizard apprentice!"

Shock was practically written all over his face.

They knew that Nord only had second-class wizarding talent and originally thought he was at most a third-class wizarding apprentice.

Even constructing a mental power model was a shortcut.

But at that moment, reality slapped them hard in the face.

Before they could even react...

Nord spoke again, but this time he deliberately lowered his voice.

"There's something else you might not know."

He took a small step forward, and the demonic pressure emanating from him intensified.

"I have been privately taken in as a student by Vice Dean Dylan Flynn."

Upon hearing these words, Ron and his two companions were suddenly jolted.

Dylan Flynn.

A vice-dean level official.

Even for formal wizards, they are figures of great renown.

"And the 'Glimmering Echo' potion was a test from my teacher."

"The teacher will not interfere with the entire drug validation process."

At this point, the demonic pressure emanating from him surged once more.

It is stronger than before, yet it is deliberately limited to the level of a first-level wizard apprentice.

The three consecutive increases in magical pressure seemed to be telling the three of them that this was not the limit.

The air became incredibly heavy, and Ron and his two companions even instinctively held their breath.

Nord looked at them, offering no further explanation or time for them to process what was happening.

"Now, I need someone to help me with the argumentation process."

"Come on, all of you."

After he finished speaking, his tone changed, and he softened his tone slightly.

"Don't worry about the side effects, I'll take it with you."

"I won't gamble with my future."

"And the magic stones you owe me can also be wiped clean."

"In addition, each person will receive thirty magic stones."

……

After leaving the abandoned building, Nord headed towards the dormitory.

"Nine people, one more needed."

"Who should we contact?"

While he was still pondering how to deal with the last person,

"Nord!"

A somewhat familiar voice came from behind.

Nord paused, then turned around.

Irene was running towards them, her breathing a little rapid, followed by a man and a woman.

She stopped in front of Nord and took a few breaths.

Then, she stepped aside and pointed to the two people behind her.

"These two want to participate in the drug trial."

As she spoke, she pointed to the man.

"This is Kyle."

Then he pointed to another woman.

"This is my friend, Joanna."

"Both of them are apprentices who have just successfully constructed mental power models."

Nord quickly scanned the two of them.

However, upon seeing the boy's face, Nord felt that he looked vaguely familiar.

When Kyle saw Nord clearly, a look of doubt also appeared on his face.

The next moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something.

"It's you!"

Nord heard his voice and then remembered who it was.

It was the same boy who rushed out from the side when he first went to Back Corner Alley and refused Markov's funding agreement.

Nord nodded slightly in response.

Why do you want to participate in the drug trial?

Joanna spoke first:

"Our college entrance exams are about to begin."

"But I only have first-class wizard talent. If I don't improve, I might not pass the test."

She looked up at Nord, her eyes filled with a determined look after gritting her teeth.

"So, I want to take a gamble."

Nord nodded slightly; this was the choice of some low-talented apprentices at the Ash Academy.

However, the vast majority of wizard apprentices choose to conduct experiments on first-level wizard apprentices.

Then he looked at Kyle.

Kyle grinned.

Unlike Joanna, there was little hesitation in his eyes.

"I?"

He raised his hand and scratched his hair.

"I'm willing to try anything to become stronger."

He spoke casually, but there was a hint of obsession and seriousness in his eyes.

"Anyway, someone like me, who comes from the Western Islands and has low talent, doesn't really have any choices or way out."

Kyle looked at Nord, his eyes gleaming slightly.

"So, given the chance, I'd do anything, even kneel down right now, let alone participate in drug trials."

He paused here, then suddenly smiled. Adela