Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

Chapter 885: Chapter 40: The Reason Chapter 885: Chapter 40: The Reason Crisis.

It was both danger and opportunity.

For the Ravensmouth College Advance Team, and indeed the entire Ravensmouth College, the danger undoubtedly came from Great Sage Mitchell.

But what about the opportunity?

Initially, when it was known that Great Sage Mitchell had accepted the support of the Immortal God Tomorrow Court, Dean Frist thought the opportunity lay with the Supreme Council and the other three Level Nine Great Sages.

Despite the representatives of those three Level Nine Great Sages outright refusing in face-to-face meetings, how they viewed Mitchell’s affiliation with the Immortal God culture in private, and how they would respond to it, was still up in the air.

Even if they looked down on the Ravensmouth College Advance Team or even on Ravensmouth College, and were unwilling to join forces,
Dean Frist believed that they would definitely not sit idly by and watch Mitchell succeed in his promotion.

The likelihood that they would directly intervene to prevent it and end up with a lifelong enemy was not high.

Indirect interference in the promotion process, delaying the promotion time, showing the Celestial Court that they were a more suitable support candidate, such things were still very likely to happen.

Dean Frist didn’t ask much from those three Level Nine Great Sages, just that.

The key lay with the Supreme Council.

Some lines should not be crossed.

If Mitchell had been in contact with the Celestial Court without the permission of the five Saints of the Supreme Council, if he had accepted the support of the Celestial Court on his own initiative…
And if, with the support of the Celestial Court, Mitchell had indeed switched paths and successfully promoted…
The gravity of the situation was evident.

How would those Level Nine Great Sages, whose lives were nearing an end, or who had no hope of promotion, or both, view the Supreme Council and the wizarding civilization?

Once the precedent was set, where would people’s loyalties lie?

The principle “When people lose their unity, leading them becomes difficult” was something the five Saints of the Supreme Council were undoubtedly aware of.

Dean Frist was convinced that after revealing this information to the Supreme Council, the council would definitely react.

Regardless of whether the reaction was big or small, at the very least it would divert Mitchell’s attention.

Thus, the Ravensmouth College Advance Team would get a breather and space to move, allowing the college more time to consider better countermeasures.

However, after seeing Lotson restored to a Fourth-Level Sage, his demeanor drastically changed, and his temperament even more manic, Dean Frist regretted not cursing himself.

It was indeed true: people caught in a situation often can’t see clearly.

Perhaps it was the influence of Dean Frist’s portrayal of Ravensmouth College as having little demand for the reincarnations of Saints.

While calculating how Ravensmouth College could turn peril into safety, he had subconsciously overlooked the existence and potential role of Lotson.

“Do you understand now?”

Lotson smiled wickedly, his expression even richer than when he was in his “Metamorphosis Period.”

If Link saw him, he’d probably shout “Boss!”

If in a good mood, he might even add, “Which pond caught your eye? Want to take it over?”

Dean Frist didn’t get these jokes yet still felt an inexplicable emotion.

The five Saints of the Supreme Council, whom Dean Frist had never met, were unlikely to be quirky or bizarre in character and style.

The Level Nine Great Sages, or those equivalent to Level Nine Great Sages that Dean Frist had met and encountered, didn’t have expressions as sinister as Lotson’s.

Not to mention Level Eight Great Sages.

Overall, Dean Frist felt that the Lotson he was seeing now was completely different from the previous Lotson he knew and the imagined reincarnations of Saints.

Yet, inexplicably, he felt this should be the true image of a reincarnation of a Saint.

Suppressing the thoughts flitting through his mind, Dean Frist nodded and responded, “I have understood some things, but I’m not sure if I’ve really understood them fully.”

“Which parts do you still not understand?

Lotson’s smile morphed from cunning to gentle, like an elder addressing the doubts of a beloved younger relative.

Dean Frist felt odd, yet couldn’t pinpoint what was strange.

In that moment, facing what seemed to be the revealed true nature of a Mysterious Sage Wizard, Dean Frist’s emotional perception and self-awareness were subtly disrupted.

And he was unaware of it.

Putting aside the strangeness, Dean Frist honestly said, “I don’t understand why you would take the lead against Mitchell. Logically, what you need most now is time to recover and a stable environment for it.”

“Ah, that!”

Lotson sighed deeply upon hearing this, his head tilted upward slightly as if looking at something, reminiscing about something, or pondering something.

After a moment, Lotson looked straight at Dean Frist and asked, “Do you know what a Saint is?”

“I do not.”

Dean Frist thought carefully before shaking his head.

As a Level Seven Great Sage, not knowing what a Saint is, is that normal?

In the wizarding civilization, it was very normal.

Knowledge was not always better in abundance.

Sometimes, knowing too much, too clearly, was also not a good thing.

Knowing too early what a Saint is, as a Level Seven Great Sage, could create obstacles to understanding or instill fear.

Such knowledge would further narrow the chances of becoming a Saint later on.

Although no Saint has emerged in the wizarding civilization since that decisive battle with the divine civilizations,
“Then you might consider if you want to know or not.”