Wizard: I can predict the future

Prophecy is the most mysterious branch of witchcraft in the wizarding world.

Wizards who have mastered divination can briefly enter a special region called the Astral Realm through the use of stars, dreams, and rituals.

It is said that time does not exist there in the true sense.

The past, present, and future will all be reflected in the depths of the astral plane in some fragmented form.

Wizards who enter the astral plane are occasionally able to glimpse fragments of the future.

Sometimes it's about a person, sometimes it's about a thing.

Sometimes, it's just a vague sentence or a fragmented image.

After countless years of observation and confirmation, the wizarding world has confirmed it.

Prophecies seen through astral visions may not always come true, but once they do, they will certainly be consistent with the content of the prophecy.

However, while true prophecies may occur, those who interpret them may not be correct.

The same scene, interpreted from different angles, can lead to completely opposite results.

The most famous of these incidents occurred more than three hundred years ago.

At that time, a second-level prophet from the Star Observatory glimpsed a scene.

In the scene, a wizarding city called Silvercrown is surrounded by countless white thorns.

The city walls collapsed, the streets were stained with blood, the city's tallest wizard tower was pierced by thorns, and the city lord's shattered silver crown hung from the top of the tower.

Based on this, the wizard predicted that Silvercrown City would be destroyed by a disaster in the future.

However, the real result.

However, it was the Abyss Demons who attempted to tear apart space and open a spatial passage in Silvercrown City.

The Lord of Silvercrown City sacrificed himself to unleash a super third-circle sorcery, thwarting the demon race's plot.

As Nord listened to Markov's account, this prophetic story suddenly came to mind.

He wasn't surprised that Zoe Sheldon could advance to the first level wizard apprentice so quickly; what really mattered to him was the prophecy Markov had just recounted.

After all, this matter is closely related to the entire Southern Region.

"Senior, how did you explain it to the Star Observatory?"

Markov put down his glass and exhaled.

"How else can you explain it? They're just a bunch of weirdos."

"The Star Observatory only says that Zoe is just a beginner and her observations may not be accurate."

Nord nodded slightly.

Although the Ashes Academy did not predict this branch, the books in the library do contain related information, making this explanation understandable.

"Could a single unstable observation have brought Chief Ulrich back from the abyss?"

"Nord asked."

Markov chuckled.

"That's what makes it interesting."

"They say it's an unstable observation, but the Star Observatory has been making quite a few moves lately."

"It is said that they sealed off three observatorys and temporarily recalled many wizards who were on missions abroad."

He lowered his voice as he said this.

"Some speculate that what Zoe Sheldon witnessed was not an ordinary disaster."

"Instead, it is a secret realm or plane that is about to fall into the Southern Region."

Nord paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass.

Fell into the Southern Regions?

Suddenly, the bizarre world of playing cards and the final phantom image appeared in his mind.

Markov, oblivious to Nord's odd behavior, continued:

"But those things are too far removed from us. If the sky really falls, there are those formal wizards to hold it up."

As he spoke, he glanced outside the door, and after confirming that there was no movement outside the private room, he lowered his voice and said:

"I heard that the Abyss Plane may be launching another attack on us."

"Therefore, the assessment method for your year's college entrance exams will probably be changed."

Nord's eyes flickered slightly.

Now, he has already found out everything.

In the past, the potion-making exams have generally been held in a designated area where students collect materials on their own and then concoct the corresponding potions according to the academy's requirements.

Dangers certainly exist, namely the threats posed by various magical creatures and magical plants.

But more importantly, it tests the apprentices' ability to identify materials and their on-site refining skills.

However, if the Abyss Plane were to launch an attack, the Academy might place more emphasis on combat and adaptability.

Nord put down his glass.

"Does the senior mean that this year's preliminary exam will be related to the Abyss Battlefield?"

Markov did not answer immediately, but instead picked up his glass and took a sip.

"The Abyss Battlefield is not something we apprentices can participate in rashly, let alone you potion-wielding wizards."

"However, based on past years' actions in the Abyss Plane, your assessments may become battlefield logistics-related."

As he said this, his tone became more serious.

"Junior Nord, don't think that the Potions exam is just about brewing potions."

"The dangers are almost always borne by elemental wizards, but when it really comes to this, quite a few logistics apprentices also die."

The private room was quiet for a moment.

Nord gently swirled the wine in his glass.

He wasn't worried if it was just a regular potion test.

With his deductive reasoning abilities, he could quickly learn how to concoct various potions.

In fact, if he knew the assessment criteria in advance, he could pass in the safest way possible.

However, if they were to actually enter the battlefield for testing, the danger would inevitably increase exponentially, and the witchcraft they currently possessed would be far from sufficient to protect themselves.

In that instant, his desire to improve his strength became even more urgent.

Markov smiled as he watched Nord deep in thought.

"However, as dangerous as it may be, there are also many opportunities."

"If the exams really change in the future, the prices of all kinds of medicines will definitely rise accordingly."

"Especially your Glimmering Echo potion."

He finally steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"When those apprentices with low talent hear that the small test might become dangerous, their first reaction will definitely be to improve their strength as quickly as possible."

"They're willing to spend magic stones even if it's just to slightly improve their meditation efficiency."

"That's why I said, junior Nord, your potion appeared at just the right time."

Nord glanced at him.

"Senior Markov invited me here today, surely not just to tell me these interesting stories."

Markov's smile grew even more enthusiastic.

"Of course not."

He put down his wine glass and leaned forward slightly.

"On behalf of the Thorn family, I would like to discuss with Junior Nord the distribution rights for the Radiant Echo Potion."

"We are responsible for all aspects, including materials, refining facilities, sales, and after-sales disputes."

"As long as Nord provides the formula and authorization, he can reliably receive a share of the profits."

Nord remained expressionless.

"How much will it be divided?"

Markov held up two fingers.

"Twenty percent."

"For every bottle of 'Echoing Light' potion sold, after deducting material costs, 20% of the net profit is yours."

Nord looked at Markov and shook his head.

"One thousand magic stones a year, plus 30% of the net profit, with fees settled monthly."

Markov's smile froze slightly.

He knew Nord would haggle, but the Thorn family simply couldn't accept such a high price right off the bat.

"Junior Nord, this price is a bit too high."

"You should know that the Thorn Family does more than just sell your potions."

"We are also responsible for materials, refining losses, promotion, and even future disputes."

"These are not cheap."

Nord picked up his glass and gently swirled the pale white liquid inside.

"Therefore, I did not take 40%."

"Senior Markov, you should understand."

"Once the Light Echo Potion goes on sale, the impact on the Lunar Sleep Echo Potion will be enormous, and the profits involved will be substantial."

"Moreover, the Thorn Family isn't the only one in the academy."

Markov remained silent for a moment.

"25%."

"A license fee of one thousand magic stones per year."

"Fees are settled monthly."

He added at this point:

"But the Thorn Family must have the exclusive distribution rights for the products sold within the Ash Academy."

Nord did not agree immediately.

"Priority agency rights are acceptable."

"But not an exclusive distributor."

Markov frowned.

"Junior Nord, is this a sign of distrust towards the Thorn family?"

"no."

Nord said calmly:

"I simply won't hand over a long-term source of magic stones entirely to any one family."

"Furthermore, I can guarantee that the authorization for the micro-echo agent will not exceed three companies."

"The other two are large chambers of commerce like the Time Hourglass Chamber of Commerce, which are spread throughout the Southern Region."