Wizard: I can predict the future

After a long while, Rory slowly put down the documents in his hand.

"I've looked into it, and if you choose to use ordinary people as subjects, this application will most likely be approved."

At this point, his expression became more serious.

"However, you must ensure the survival of the test subjects as much as possible."

"If you cause the death of a test subject or commit obvious violations, the college will punish you in accordance with the regulations."

Nord breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

If the application is approved, there will be experimental references for the future.

Whether it's through simulation or in reality, merging his bloodline with others becomes controllable.

However, he also knew that in wizarding experiments, no one could guarantee there were no risks.

"Wizard Rory, what if something really happens?"

"I wonder what kind of punishment the academy will give?"

Rory smiled when he saw Nord's somewhat nervous expression.

"You don't need to worry, every experiment by a wizard is uncontrollable."

"Therefore, the academy will not impose any severe punishment."

"For experiments involving ordinary people like yours, as long as there isn't a large-scale death, the most you'll get is some magic stones as a penalty."

At this point, his smile widened even more.

"The Echoing Light Potion has been gaining momentum these past few months, so you shouldn't be short of magic stones."

Hearing this, Nord finally felt truly relieved.

However, he was still curious about how the academy would handle the experiment if the subjects were not ordinary people but wizard apprentices.

"Wizard Rory, what are the typical punishments the academy imposes if an experiment results in the death of a wizarding apprentice?"

Rory gave Nord a deep look.

"That depends on who it is."

"If a certified wizard conducts an experiment that results in the death of a wizard apprentice, as long as it follows the procedures, the penalty is usually just some magic stones or academy points."

"Of course, if the deceased has a family or mentor behind them, things will be more complicated."

"But in essence, it can still be resolved with interests."

He paused here.

"If a wizard's apprentice were to conduct the experiment, the punishment would be much more severe."

"At best, they'll be assigned missions with a slim chance of survival; at worst, they might be sent to the front lines of the Abyss Battlefield."

Upon hearing this, Nord instantly understood the essence behind these rules.

The so-called procedures and punishments are nothing more than a facade of order.

Ultimately, what determines everything is still strength.

Nord was silent for a moment, then took out a black wooden box and placed it on the table.

"The Wizard Rory"

"Thank you for your care during this time. I heard that you are very interested in Ms. Margaret's handicrafts."

"A few days ago, I happened to see this brass dream bird in Back Corner Alley."

"It is said to be a small trinket that Lady Margaret made in her early days."

Rory glanced at him and smiled faintly.

"You're quite thoughtful."

As he spoke, he opened the wooden box.

Inside, there was a palm-sized mechanical bird made of brass and mithril gears.

Rory picked up the brass Dream Bird and gently turned the switch on its tail.

The next moment, its wings began to flutter gently.

It leaped from Rory's palm, tracing an elegant arc in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a clear and melodious song came from the mouth of the brass dream bird.

As Rory listened to the song, he slowly closed his eyes, looking completely captivated.

After a long while, the singing stopped.

The brass dream bird is back in Rory's hands.

He opened his eyes and looked at Nord.

"Ms. Margaret's voice is still as melodious as ever."

Nord saw Rory's expression and knew that he was very satisfied with the brass dream bird.

"I'm also worried about buying counterfeit goods."

"As long as Wizard Rory is satisfied."

This brass Dream Bird was commissioned by him and took a long time to acquire.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this brass dream bird isn't any kind of magical artifact and doesn't offer any help to wizards; its price is over eight hundred magic stones, even more expensive than many high-level zero-ring magical artifacts.

Simply because it is a work by Margaret.

However, Nord wasn't bothered by this.

He understood that although the wizarding world adhered to the principle of equivalent exchange, it did not mean that the wizarding world was devoid of human compassion.

As a certified wizard, Rory was able to speak to him in such an approachable manner, even offering reminders and assistance within the bounds of the rules.

Simply because he was valued by Vice Dean Dylan.

What he is doing now is slowly transforming this indirect care from Dylan into a genuine human connection between him and Wizard Rory.

After leaving the Pharmacists' Guild, Nord did not go to the laboratory, but instead went back to Back Alley to look for Markov.

Compared to when we first met, Markov is now living a much more comfortable life, and the smile on his face is much more relaxed than before.

All of this is related to the micro-echo drug.

Since Thorn Crucible obtained the agency rights, Nord has only authorized two chambers of commerce.

With their joint efforts, sales of the micro-echo reagent soared, generating profits far exceeding initial estimates.

As the person who facilitated this deal, Markov's status within the Thorn family also rose accordingly.

Upon seeing Nord arrive, he immediately greeted him warmly.

"Junior Nord, what good business opportunity do you have for me this time?"

Nord didn't beat around the bush.

"I need you to help me find some legendary knights who are willing to participate in the experiment."

Markov was taken aback by what he heard, but then quickly burst into laughter.

"A legendary knight?"

"That's easy."

He patted his chest, his tone quite confident.

"Although legendary knights are not as common as wizard apprentices in the Southern Region, their numbers are not small."

"Especially those legendary knights who lack wizarding talent, they have long since reached the end of the mortal path."

"Many people dream of following a wizard, just to get a chance to move forward."

Markov lowered his voice at this point.

"The problem is, most wizards simply don't respect them."

"Legendary knights are the pinnacle in the eyes of mortals, but in our eyes, they are nothing more than slightly more durable servants."

After discussing some details with Markov, Nord left Back Alley.

With a newly purchased batch of Grey Ear Clan members, they once again arrived at the laboratory on the second floor of the academy center.

This is a high-end laboratory that he has temporarily rented.

Compared to the Potions Workshop, the Academy Laboratory has far more advanced equipment.

After Professor Dylan's reminder, he has a new research idea.

Bloodline is not simply about integrating energy into the physical body.

Its true core lies in the life information hidden beneath.

Soon, Nord, as usual, secured the Grey Ears to the experimental table.

This time, however, he did not immediately inject the medicine to allow the Gray Ear Clan to condense the Seed of Life, as he usually did.

He first took out a thin silver needle, inserted it into the arm of the Gray Ear Clan member, and drew out a tube of blood.

Then, a small amount of skin tissue and a strand of hair were taken and placed into three different crystal dishes.

In the past, he was more concerned about the results after the medicine entered his body.

But now, what he wants to observe is the changes at the core of life after the injection.

After the seeds of life condensed again beneath the heart of the Gray Ear Clan.

He drew another vial of blood, skin tissue, and a strand of hair, just like before.

Nord labeled the two blood samples and placed them into the alchemy apparatus.

As magic was injected, two extremely complex spiral phantoms appeared in the light screen in front of the instrument.

Two slender bands of light intertwined, connected by countless tiny points of light.

That was the structure that Professor Dylan had once demonstrated.

Nord stared at the phantom and whispered:

"Bloodline Spiral..."

This is the term used in the Wizarding World to refer to similar structures.

But in Nord's heart, he preferred to understand it by another familiar name.

DNA.

He raised his hand and pointed, and the two bloodline spirals in the light screen rapidly enlarged.

He carefully compared the differences between the two illusory figures.

I don't know how much time passed.

Nord's expression changed; he had found the difference.

Within the spiral of blood vessels that condensed the seed of life, several tiny points of light connected.

However, this structure is extremely weak.

Nord even felt that if these cells multiplied a few more times, these structures would disappear completely.

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