Wizard: I can predict the future

Rory looked at Nord's expression and stopped teasing him.

"Don't worry, the president won't get angry over such a small thing."

"On the contrary, he was very happy that you were able to develop a new drug."

He said, "Looks like that kid didn't waste the academy's potion ingredients."

As he spoke, he took another document from the drawer and placed it on the table.

"This is a formula protection agreement."

"According to the regulations of the Pharmacists Association, newly validated drugs have a basic protection period of one hundred years."

"Within the next hundred years, anyone who wants to sell a drug that is highly similar to the effects, ingredients, and manufacturing process of the Micro-Echo Potion will need to be approved by the association."

"If you cannot prove that the formula is from an independent source, it will be considered an infringement of your formula rights."

Nord opened the document and quickly scanned the terms.

Within a 100-year protection period.

The Ash Academy and the Pharmacists' Association will oversee and arbitrate the case, but will take half of each settlement as a service fee.

Nord picked up the quill pen and signed his name at the end of the document.

Rory took the document, glanced at the signature, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Next, you need to consider how to sell it."

"Refining it yourself yields the highest profit, but the production volume is limited."

"My suggestion is to collaborate with some families or chambers of commerce within the college."

"For example, the Sea Moon Merchant Guild, the Hourglass of Time, and the Heart of Elements Merchant Guild. These merchant guilds are all directly affiliated with Ash Academy, and their shops are located throughout most of the Southern Region."

Nord nodded.

"Thank you for the reminder, Wizard Rory."

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Wizard Rory, how is Joanna doing now?"

Rory's smile faded, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head.

"Although my life was saved, my mental energy model collapsed, thus ending my path as a wizard."

"The academy has already sent her back."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it, enveloping the two of them in a magical barrier.

"In addition, Soren Crook has been released."

Nord frowned.

"They've been released?"

Rory nodded.

"The Krawk family paid a large sum of magic stones and academy points to the academy as a guarantee."

"Until the final investigation results are released, Sauron cannot leave Ash Academy and must be available for summons by the enforcement team at any time."

He lowered his voice as he said this.

"However, this matter will most likely end without any resolution, after all, it only ruined an apprentice with first-class wizarding talent."

Upon hearing this, Nord instantly understood.

The wizarding world, though governed by rules, is never fair.

……

Nord had only recently left the Pharmacist Association.

Then they saw Markov using levitation to hurry toward them.

The moment he saw Nord, he quickly landed in front of him, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Junior Nord, do you have time to stop by the Savas Tavern now?"

"Oh, it's Senior Markov. I happen to have some free time."

Nord did not refuse because of Markov's previous attitude.

The two soon arrived at Savis' Tavern.

Savis Tavern is located in a gray stone tower on the west side of the college.

As you step inside, the subtle aroma of wine mingles with the scent of roasted meat, and many of the dishes seem to possess a magical quality.

This is not a place where ordinary apprentices can relax at will. All drinks and food require payment with magic stones, and there are even dishes made with the flesh and blood of magical creatures.

It is said that all the food is made by a chef-trained wizard apprentice.

Not only is it delicious, but it can also strengthen the body and even increase meditation speed slightly.

Nord followed Markov to a private room on the second floor.

Compared to the bustling lobby on the first floor, the second floor was noticeably quieter.

Markov was clearly very familiar with the area.

After he sat down, he casually ordered a few signature dishes and handed the menu to Nord.

"Junior Nord, the food here is absolutely amazing."

"Especially this grilled fire-scaled deer ribs. Fire-scaled deer are third-tier magical creatures with an affinity for fire elements. The meat itself has a slightly scorching sensation, and when paired with icy fruit jam, the taste is quite interesting."

As he spoke, he pointed to the bottom of the menu.

"This silverfish soup is also quite good; it can soothe your mental state a little. Although its effects are far less than those of a proper medicine, it tastes good."

Nord glanced at the prices on the menu.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly when I saw it.

One serving of Firescale Deer Ribs, three hundred magic stones.

A pot of Moon Mist Wine, and fifty magic stones.

This isn't eating; it's clearly drinking magic stones.

Nord casually ordered a silverfish soup and then closed the menu.

"Since Senior Markov recommended it, let's try their signature dish."

Markov laughed heartily.

"Don't worry, junior Nord, it's on me today."

Soon after, the waiter brought the dishes and drinks.

When the fire-scaled deer ribs were served, tiny sparks still danced on the surface, and the rich aroma of meat mixed with a spicy scent wafted over.

Silverfish soup, on the other hand, is quite the opposite.

The soup was as pale as moonlight, with a few silver fish scales swimming slowly in the broth, as if they were still alive.

Markov took the initiative to raise his glass.

"Junior Nord, please don't take it to heart if I have been inadequate in my hospitality before."

Nord also raised his glass and lightly clinked it against his.

"You're too kind, Senior Markov."

The two smiled at each other and drank the Moon Mist Wine in their cups.

The liquor is slightly cool on the palate, but transforms into a gentle warmth as it goes down the throat, as if a mist is spreading through the chest, allowing the mind to relax a bit.

The two then toasted each other, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

However, neither Markov nor Nord mentioned the Glimmering Echo potion.

Markov is in no hurry.

Nord, of course, was in no hurry.

Since the other party took the initiative to come to us, and even chose a place like Savis' Tavern, their purpose is self-evident.

But in business, the person who speaks first is often the one who is at a disadvantage.

So the two of them just chatted about interesting things that happened at the academy.

After a few rounds of drinks, Markov seemed to remember something and suddenly laughed:

"Uncle Nord has been staying in the academy all this time, so he probably doesn't know much about the outside world."

Nord nodded.

The Academy of Ashes has relatively few ways to obtain information from the outside world.

Not to mention wizard apprentices like them.

Seeing that Nord seemed very interested, Markov didn't keep him in suspense and continued.

"Speaking of which, this matter is related to the batch of reservists from your Sili Sea Islands."

"Isn't there a genius inside with the talent of an eighth-rank wizard?"

"What was it called again?"

He thought for a moment before patting his forehead.

"Yes, I think her name is Zoe Sheldon."

"She joined the Star Observatory and chose the direction of prophecy."

"I heard that she has already been promoted to a first-level wizard apprentice in less than a month since she entered the Star Observatory."

Markov's expression became more complicated as he spoke.

"However, for her talent, although it is exaggerated, it will not attract too much attention."

"What truly made it known throughout the Southern Region was that a few days ago, while observing the astral plane, she witnessed an extremely terrifying prophecy."

"It is said that in her prophecy, the star curtain above the Southern Region suddenly collapsed, and the sky collapsed layer by layer like a shattered mirror."

"Immediately afterwards, countless figures fell from the sky."

"After she woke up, she only said one sentence."

"The sky over the Southern Region is about to collapse."

Markov picked up his glass and took a small sip.

"It was because of this prophecy that Ulrich, the chief of the Astronomical Observatory, reportedly returned to the Astronomical Observatory in person from the Abyss."