Wizards begin with Occlumency.

Chapter 181 The joy of a long-awaited reunion? No, it's rejection.

"Report."

The Minister of Health immediately stood up and requested to speak.

"explain."

Paro the Wizard was not surprised at all.

The medical department has been thoroughly humiliated by the pharmacy department this time. If they don't take action, they will be looked down upon.

"The medical department requests that someone be sent to accompany them."

The Minister of Health solemnly declared, "We are determined to complete this mission!"

You have to pick up the pride you've lost yourself.

On the topic of the large-scale mutation of fairies, the medical department, especially the minister and his two deputy ministers, have completely lost face.

We must regain the face we've lost on this issue.

The pharmacy department, or rather, that little guy named Link Grand, has already done every kind of research that can be done in the lab.

The data obtained was very detailed, and the results were very fruitful.

The laboratory track has almost been eliminated.

So, if they want to save face, they can only try to make up for it by conducting on-site investigations.

The medical department could not allow the intelligence department to exclude them like this.

The wizard Paro still didn't give the order directly, but looked at the head of the intelligence department, Asander Cornet, and said, "You guys discuss it yourselves. I don't care about the process, I only want the result."

"Yes."

Assander and the Minister of Health responded loudly at the same time.

Meeting adjourned.

Since becoming the legion commander, Wizard Paro had become accustomed to acting decisively. He left the meeting room after uttering a single sentence.

The chief of the attendants' quarters immediately followed closely.

No matter how brief the minutes of today's meeting are, they must be reviewed by Wizard Paro first.

Many of the officers and their deputies stood up in unison and watched the wizard Paro walk away.

Then, someone started a burst of laughter.

The laughter was loud and unrestrained, carrying far and wide.

The implication is self-evident.

The only one who lost face at this emergency meeting was the medical department.

Everyone knows who is laughing.

The Minister of Medical Affairs blushed, murmured a few words, and muttered something like, "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes."

The atmosphere in the meeting room became more cheerful for a moment.

Old Murphy didn't feel happy; he just felt it was noisy.

This trip to the front-line command post has been meritorious, but it has also embarrassed the medical department.

But why is he so uncomfortable?

After spending more than a week fully supporting that kid Link Grand's research, all I got in return was the result of being seconded?

The pharmaceutical research and manufacturing business of the pharmaceutical division is about to restart, and the departure of a key figure at this critical juncture will have a huge impact.

The pharmacy department claims to have two groups, but in reality, it only has one person.

Without pharmaceutical researchers and pharmacists, how will the pharmacy department operate in the future?

No, we can't just let it go like this.

We need to squeeze some money out of the medical department.

Old Murphy gritted his teeth, slammed his fist on the conference table, his eyes bulging as if they would pop out, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"No! My pharmacy department won't allow the medical department to accompany us. If the medical department sends someone, the pharmacy department won't send anyone, unless..."

"If the pharmacy doesn't want to send it, they don't have to. What are you afraid of...?"

The Minister of Health and Human Services, undeterred, directly retorted to old man Murphy, giving him a sharp retort.

But before he could finish speaking, Asander interrupted him.

Asander spoke in a calm yet unwavering tone:

"The intelligence department absolutely needs to borrow Link Grand. He is currently the person in the legion who knows the fairies best, and he is of indispensable importance for this reconnaissance and operation behind enemy lines."

This statement was a slap in the face to the medical department twice.

First, it rejected the Minister of Medical Affairs' harsh words; second, it negated all the preliminary research conducted by the Medical Affairs Department members on the fairies.

As a senior, the Minister of Health's chest heaved violently, his breathing becoming labored and labored. He was truly furious with Asander, this junior who showed no respect for hierarchy.

How can you talk like that?

what?

He just punctured the lung tube in front of so many people.

Can you be more tactful?

Asander kindly gave the Minister of Health some time to pause before continuing:

"The Intelligence Division does not object in principle to the Medical Department's plan to send personnel to participate in this operation behind enemy lines. However, Minister Salosar might as well listen to Minister Murphy's opinion or suggestion before making a decision."

Minister of Health, Poirot Salosar, a third-level wizard, had no other recourse in this matter.

They could only obediently follow Asander's advice and listen to Murphy's opinions or suggestions.

Old Murphy was not pleased with Asander's help.

Ultimately, it was just a tacit agreement.

In exchange for not hindering Link Grand's secondment, Asander helped old man Murphy carve out a piece of flesh from the medical department to make up for the losses.

But since this promising newcomer has done so well, how could this unambitious old senior possibly fail him?

Old man Murphy immediately adopted a stance of not accepting bargaining, saying:

"I don't need many, just five pharmacists and three drug developers, enough to barely keep the pharmacy department running while the little guy is away. Polo, if you hesitate for even a second longer and try to bargain, I'll add another condition. I'll give you ten seconds to think it over. Do you want it or not? Give me a straight answer."

Poirot Salosar and his two deputies exchanged a glance and made a decision instantly.

"We agree. The staff will report to you tomorrow."

He snorted, agreeing to Murphy's outrageous demand, and then said, "This is an internal matter for our medical department, so I hope you won't interfere."

"no problem."

Old Man Murphy waved his hand and readily agreed, but also added, "Once the person is delivered to the pharmacy, they are under my jurisdiction. If any instances of shirking responsibility occur, the pharmacy will handle the punishment. This is an internal matter for the pharmacy, so I hope you won't interfere."

Sending just a few people, what other tricks can the medical department possibly pull?

If you dare to play tricks, old man Murphy will dare to bury you.

"OK."

Poirot Salosar forced out a single word through his nose, suppressing the humiliation of being relentlessly pursued by old man Murphy.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Locken Morton."

He pronounced a name slowly and deliberately, then said, "The staff member our medical department is preparing to send is Wizard Loken Morton. I think with his qualifications and abilities, he's more than qualified to join the intelligence department's behind-enemy-lines reconnaissance team, isn't he?"

"No problem."

Asander did not refuse and readily agreed.

Wizard Loken is indeed a member of the medical department.

However, his identity is rather special; he is merely a figurehead.

With his massive, fan-like hands and his habit of dislocating people's shoulders at the drop of a hat, how could Loken possibly handle the delicate operations and immense patience required for potion refining and development?

His fondness for potions was merely an excuse for Loken to get close to the sorceress Celine.

It's a pity that the flowing water is sentimental, but the fallen flowers are indifferent.

Celine the Wizard always regarded Locken the Wizard as a simple-minded younger brother.

There was never any response from him regarding romantic relationships.

and,

Who doesn't know that the witch Celine's heart is firmly tied to the witch Paro?

That is, Loken, a brazen individual, dared to openly express his love for the witch Celine.

They were not afraid of offending the wizard Paro in the slightest.

That's a digression, let's get back to the main point.

As one of the very few senior level two wizards at the Rivosos Biological and Medical Academy who has taken the path of body-refining wizards, Loken's ability to directly confront enemies is terrifyingly strong.

A full-force punch can shatter a small mountain a hundred meters high; tell me, isn't that powerful enough?

With Locke charging into battle, the last gap in the intelligence department's special operations team was instantly filled.

With Link Grand, a genius with exceptional talent in biological research and pharmaceutical development, this mission shouldn't be too difficult.

Asander Cornet is confident that he will successfully complete the mission.

However, the relationship between Loken and Link is a troublesome issue.

Hopefully, Loken won't cause any trouble during the mission.

Old man Murphy received compensation.

Well……

I wouldn't say I'm happy, but I'm not too upset.

In the field of research, it is not uncommon for one person to be as effective as ten, a hundred, or even more people.

Old man Murphy was actually quite worried, because the manpower he got from the medical department was not as efficient as Link Grand's work.

But what's done is done, there's no going back now.

So be it.

With a sigh, old man Murphy, too lazy to stay in the conference room, or even the forward base, quickly left.

To avoid reopening old wounds, old man Murphy didn't even bother to inform Link in person.

Regarding the intelligence department's formation of a reconnaissance and combat team behind enemy lines and the secondment of him as a biological advisor and medical expert, they simply sent an "email" to explain the situation.

Link woke up refreshed and in a good mood, and then he received this "email".

After reading it, Link's expression was quite strange.

He couldn't understand why Asander Cornet, whom he had only met twice, would specifically ask the wizard Paro to lend him his services in person.

For inter-departmental transfers, simply follow the transfer procedure; if the leaders of both departments agree, it's basically done.

If you don't understand something, don't think about it.

The fact that the wizard Paro did not reject it on the spot proves one thing.

That means Asander is a direct descendant of the Paro Wizard, is trustworthy, and would not intentionally harm Link.

Therefore, this temporary transfer can be agreed to.

Coincidentally, Link still has a few questions about the enhanced abilities of the mutated fairies.

Having resolved these doubts, Link might be able to develop a set of techniques or potions to enhance the physical body for both wizard apprentices and first-level wizards.

The specifics will depend on the results of this reconnaissance and operation behind enemy lines.

"I agree to the secondment."

Link dialed Murphy's number and got straight to the point.

"I know."

Old Murphy's voice lacked its usual vigor, sounding somewhat muffled, "I knew you'd agree, kid, really..."

With that, old man Murphy sighed and didn't finish his sentence.

It revealed a deep sense of reluctance to part.

Link curled his lip.

They're all ancient foxes, why are they playing at some kind of ghost story?

If we're talking about being reluctant to part with him, Link guesses that old man Murphy is definitely reluctant to part with his good workmanship, but as for how reluctant he is, that's a matter of opinion.

Having worked together for a while and enjoyed the collaboration, and with the possibility of returning to the pharmacy department in the future, Link didn't show any unusual behavior.

He operated the AI ​​for a while, then retrieved a drug research and development and refining plan and sent it over.

This was something he did during a break from his research on the fairy mutation, to clear his head.

If the pharmacy department operates according to this plan, it will certainly not be as bad as before, if not outstanding.

Old man Murphy glanced at the schedule and happily accepted it.

Once the medical staff arrives, we'll use this plan to oversee the commencement of work.

Work yourself to the bone, as long as you don't die.

There wasn't much to talk about, so the call was quickly ended.

Link glanced around the dormitory and began packing his bags.

The email clearly stated that the intelligence department was to form a special forces team to conduct reconnaissance and operations deep behind enemy lines.

Therefore, aside from the necessary magical artifacts, one should not carry too many things, so as not to hinder one's actions.

Link's position is that of a biological consultant and medical expert; he just needs to be better prepared in these two areas.

Before long, Link packed his bags.

The items filled just the size of a large backpack.

The secondment notice from the intelligence department arrived quickly, instructing him to wait outside the pharmacy department in ten minutes, where someone would come to pick him up.

Link picked up his backpack, left the dormitory, crossed the courtyard, and went straight to the front gate, standing next to the crooked door sign.

"Get in the car."

A high-performance off-road vehicle drifted and stopped in front of Link.

The driver's side window rolled down, revealing Asander Cornet's flippant face.

Link tossed his backpack onto the back seat and then sat in the passenger seat.

The off-road vehicle started and sped off.

After careful consideration, Link turned to the head of the intelligence department, a man who appeared frivolous in his speech and actions but was actually a senior level two wizard, and asked his question: "Mr. Cornet, I'm actually quite curious why it's always you who picks me up. I'm just a lowly level one wizard; surely it's not something that would make you neglect your work at the intelligence department to come and get me?"

Asander chuckled, extended his right index finger, and tapped Link a few times, teasingly saying, "It's often said that beauties are beautiful without realizing it, and I think you're somewhat like that too."

A mere level one wizard? Who in the Legion would even consider you a level one wizard these days?

You've only been in the legion for half a month, yet you've already accomplished two major feats, each more sophisticated and influential than the last.

"Even if it were me, a fake section chief, picking you up, neither of the two big shots from the intelligence department would underestimate you."

Link then asked, "Then why were you the one who picked me up in the first place?"

This is the question Link really wants to ask.

Asander's face twisted for a moment before he revealed the truth: "Rennie Clark and I are about to start our family, and Iris insisted that I take good care of you."

Upon hearing this, Link's expression also twisted slightly.

This opportunity to live off a woman came rather unexpectedly!

A silence fell between the two, and the atmosphere in the car became somewhat strange.

Fortunately, we arrived at the portal quickly.

They all got off the bus.

Link took his backpack from the back seat and saw the high-end transportation vehicle "Size-Rich" once again.

With a casual wave of his hand, Asander shrunk the off-road vehicle to the size of a toy model, flew into his hand, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Let's go, it won't be long before you have one too. Your report this time was very valuable, and Wizard Paro will definitely reward you."

Asander noticed Link's fondness for off-road vehicles that could change size at will, smiled and said something, then stepped into the portal with the pre-set coordinates.

Link followed closely behind.

As if passing through a curtain of water, Link instantly transformed from a barren world dominated by withered yellow into a fairy world dominated by green.

The portal to the forward base is located in the very center of the camp.

With the portal as the origin, two main roads, one vertical and one horizontal, divide the camp into four large areas.

The intelligence department is located in the heart of the Northeast region.

Upon exiting the portal area, Asander immediately deployed the miniature off-road vehicle and drove Link towards the intelligence headquarters.

The special operations team has always been fully organized and does not require separate regrouping.

This time, only two extra people were added.

Loken had been at the forward base, and once Link arrived, the team was complete.

The car stopped, Link put on his backpack, and followed Asander to meet up with the rest of the special forces team.

In the distance, the familiar figure of a tall, strong man came into Link's view.

The tall, muscular man was none other than the wizard Loken, whom we hadn't seen in a long time.

The wizard Loken opened his arms and laughed heartily as he approached.

The two seemed to know each other very well, as if they were about to have a long-awaited hug.

However, his posture, movements, and expression clearly exuded intense malice.

Flandre, who had been keeping watch through Link's vision, was provoked by the wizard Loken's malice.

Believing the other party would threaten the master's safety, he directly activated the modified version of the life magic "Armor Armor".

Link had no time to stop it, nor did he even think of stopping it.

A blue orchid appeared between his brows, and with a few clicks, it instantly donned the armor on Link, completing his transformation.

They were so fully armed and ready for battle.

It was as if it was roaring, "Don't come any closer!"

The atmosphere in the intelligence department changed instantly.

It's become somewhat subtle.

It was a little awkward.

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