Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

Chapter 812: Chapter 4: Legion Chapter 812: Chapter 4: Legion “What do we do if I’m pregnant?”

Being well fed often led to wild thoughts, and Jasmine, like a jade lotus, clung to Link and sweetly asked.

“Then we raise them,”

Link answered without hesitation, pausing briefly before adding, “Have a whole litter.”

“You have a litter,”

Jasmine shot back irritably, rolling her eyes at Link.

Who ever heard of having a litter all at once, did he think she was a pig!

Thinking like this only made her more indignant. Just as her strength had returned somewhat, she flipped over and continued to extract.

Such shameless living went on for two whole days before it finally returned to normal.

After a trip to the North Region for an exchange program, Jasmine’s advanced studies at the academy headquarters also came to an end.

In fact, the two of them could still have stayed in the academy headquarters world, but they just preferred living in their homeland more.

Whether it was the villa by the lake or the one in the North District of Ravensmouth City, they both felt a deeper emotional connection.

If possible, Jasmine really wanted to continue living this peaceful and beautiful life.

Without the need to rush around or part ways.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.

Link had been promoted to a Fourth Level Sage and had to report to the academy, give an account of his duties, study, and then lead an army, campaigning through the heavens.

This was a rule set at the founding of the school.

There might be exceptions, but Link was ninety percent certain he wouldn’t enjoy any special treatment.

So, after a short period of togetherness, they might have to separate again.

Just thinking about this made Jasmine’s heart sour.

She had already tried so hard to catch up, and her progress was extremely fast.

After her trip to the North Region for exchange studies and attending Link’s promotion ceremony, she indeed gained a little.

The Will of the Wizard World was incredibly generous, giving Jasmine two favors.

Her spirit beast, the God Devouring Worm, had moved beyond its juvenile phase and entered the growth period.

With just some time to settle and digest these gains, becoming a Third Level Wizard was within sight.

Unfortunately, Link was stepping much faster and was already a Sage.

As the God Devouring Worm entered its growth period, the feedback it provided to Jasmine increased substantially, particularly in its two major traits—stealth and prophecy.

After the most recent shameless occasion, Jasmine’s prophecy ability was triggered, and sure enough, she was pregnant!

This “turn of events” dispelled Jasmine’s thoughts of joining the Grande Sage Army.

She had to stay behind to handle logistics for Link.

“It’s all your fault!”

Feeling the formation of the embryo, Jasmine couldn’t help but bite down on Link’s shoulder.

What could Link do?

Just grin and bear it.

It was not like he could bite back, could he?

Fortunately, Jasmine was just venting her emotions slightly and she didn’t hold on with the bite or let her temper flare.

Once calmness was restored, she got down to serious business.

The “Do Anything Freely” administration, building up the logistics of the army, her own cultivation, and so on.

Link took some time to return to the academy headquarters world to give an account of his duties, then collected a load of self-study materials and new privileges.

After that, Link settled down in the army camp provided by the academy, dividing his time between self-study and supervising the building and training of the army.

In the long term and in the immediate future, Link’s treatment was far better than that of Sage Palo and Sage Cody.

He had more time to learn and grow, and he did not need to deal with internal military affairs.

Like this, another month passed.

The construction and training of the Grande Sage Army were completely finished.

The Servant Battalion had also been fully equipped with new “construction.”

Their combat power was established.

That day, Dean Frist sent for him.

Link was well-prepared for this and, after telling Jasmine, set off to see the dean.

“When will your tea supply resume?”

Unexpectedly, the very first thing mentioned upon meeting was an accusation.

“I’m not sure yet,”

Link “glanced at” the Human Immortal Martial Path planet in his Sea of Consciousness, looking just like amber, and answered truthfully.

Dean Frist frowned and asked, “Didn’t Rosenthal give you three worlds? Can’t you plant it there?”

“Yes, but it’s not as convenient to care for.”

Link had indeed considered doing just that.

But without Franda’s care, could the tea trees still yield such fine tea leaves?

Remember, Franda could share knowledge directly from Link.

All of Link’s research on tea tree breeding, cultivation, harvesting, roasting, and refining could be shared without loss with Franda.

Other people, however, without long-term learning and practice, could not reach Franda’s level.

So, Link simply didn’t feel like doing all that.

After all, aged tea was still drinkable. He could make do with that.

Moreover, some teas are best when they age.

“Fine then,”

The green tea enthusiast, Dean Frist, was still reluctant but had to move on from the topic, then said, “Your first campaign mission has come through.”

“What world? What are the requirements?”

Link sat up straight, his attitude turning serious.

Campaigning was a serious matter, and nothing could be too carefully considered. What was most taboo was arrogance and carelessness.

“A world with a limit of Level 5 Extraordinary beings. The most special aspect of this world is that it once had the presence of gods,”

Dean Frist took out a file from a drawer and handed it to Link, saying at the same time, “Generally, the first world a newly-promoted Sage leads an army campaign against is in the form of half-mission, half-reward. You are no exception.”

“Hmm,”

Link knew this rule and acknowledged it with a nod, taking the file and reading it carefully.

The more he read, the more something felt off.

Paying no mind to whether it was impolite or not, he looked at the dean and asked with a grave tone, “This is considered half a reward?”

“Of course,”

Dean Frist nodded with confidence, emphasizing, “To some people, this is indeed half a reward.”