Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 103: Chapter 3 Golden Dawn Society

“Wizard World Origin?” Richard repeated the phrase in confusion, “Does one need the power of the Wizard World Origin to become a Wizard?”

Jolod slowly said, “Any creature from any world, when it seeks to ascend to a Level 1 creature, needs the help or recognition of the World Origin.

Only when recognized by the World Origin does a creature formally step into the sphere of Level 1 beings.”

“What if it’s not recognized?” Richard asked curiously.

“Then you would be identified by the world as an invader, just like when Wizards invade other planes, targeted by the creatures of the entire world,” Jolod stated indifferently.

“Seriously? That harsh?” Richard inhaled sharply.

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Being targeted by the creatures of an entire world sounded utterly frightening.

“Actually, the Wizard World did not use to require going specifically to the Tower of Truth for Wizard promotion,” Jolod said with a hint of melancholy. “When my teacher was promoted to Wizard, the Wizard World Origin was not as closed off as it is now. Some Wizards with exceptional talents could communicate with the World Origin through their gifts to complete the promotion ceremony.

According to him, theoretically any ultimate Apprentice could have contacted the World Origin during those times.

Unfortunately, we weren’t born in better times. Due to the damage to the World Origin and the receding tide of magical power, it has become increasingly difficult for Wizard Apprentices to establish contact with the World Origin, to the extent that now one must purchase Wizard qualifications from the Tower of Truth to be promoted.”

“Wizard qualifications…” Richard thought of the scroll given to him by the Black Tower Great Wizard. @@novelbin@@

“Do you know how many Magic Stones your Wizard Scroll is sold for at the Tower of Truth?” Jolod suddenly asked.

“How many Magic Stones?” Richard swallowed, thinking the price must be exorbitant.

“One thousand Magic Essences, which equates to a million Magic Stones.”

“Yikes…” Richard was startled by the figure. “A million Magic Stones! That’s expensive!”

“Did you think accessing the World Origin would be cheap?” Jolod snorted coldly. “That’s the core of a world.

A million Magic Stones to access the World Origin, and you should feel content.”

While Jolod’s words made sense, Richard still felt the price was exorbitantly high.

Converted to his selling Concentration Potions, that million Magic Stones meant at least two hundred and fifty thousand bottles.

That was just too expensive.

“My Wizard qualification really is valuable,” Richard murmured to himself.

“Valuable as it may be, it’s not for sale. Come on, let’s go meet an old friend.”

With that, Jolod pulled out a Magic Wand from his Magic Pocket and waved it lightly. Richard felt a lightness in his body as a gentle force lifted him up, forming a thin membrane in front of him.

And then… Richard experienced what ‘fast’ really meant.

“Te-teacher, need we go so fast?”

Richard, watching the constantly flowing scenery around him, spoke with a sense of trepidation.

“Fast? Hahaha…”

Jolod laughed heartily, then sped up even more.

“Is this even anything?”

After about one or two minutes, Richard arrived from the airship field on the outskirts of the city to the top of a Wizard Tower near the city center, covering at least thirty kilometers in the process.

Jolod landed on the apex of the Wizard Tower and took out a Crystal Ball, shouting a couple of times.

“Jeral, open the door.”

A rough voice came from the Crystal Ball.

“Jolod? You old thing, what brings you here?”

With that, the top of the Wizard Tower cracked open, and Jolod led Richard inside, then navigated through the Wizard Tower with practiced ease.

As they walked, Jolod introduced Richard to the owner of the Wizard Tower.

“Jeral is an old friend of mine, a Wizard of the Alchemy School specializing in Bloodline research. If you have any minor Bloodline issues in the future, you can spend some Magic Stones to get some guidance from him.”

During their conversation, Richard arrived in front of a room with a huge arched doorway.

It was only then that Richard noticed that every door he had encountered since entering the Wizard Tower had been extraordinarily wide, almost as if the owner of the Wizard Tower were a giant.

Jolod knocked on the door, and a deep, rough voice came from behind it.

“Jolod, come in.”

Pushing open the door, Richard felt as if he had entered a giant’s room, with everything inside, whether chairs, tables, or even cups and books, several times larger than usual.

In the center of it all, a giant at least three meters tall was reading a book, wearing glasses on his face, with thick hair covering everywhere but his face.

As he saw Jolod, he closed his book and stood up.

Rising, it was like a wall erected in front of Richard.

“Jolod, it must have been fifty years since we last met,” the giant opened his arms.

Jolod floated up and embraced the giant.

“Not bad memory, since we last met at that gathering, Jeral.”

After the embrace, the giant Jeral looked at Richard.

“This your student? Seems to be pursuing the path of Bloodline Alchemy.”

“Hmm, Richard has done some research in Bloodline Alchemy.”

Speaking, Jolod pulled Richard close to himself.

“This is Master Jeral, and we have a friendship that spans two thousand years.”

Richard politely bowed to Jeral, “Master Jeral.”

Jeral pat Richard, and a force like that of a wild giant beast made Richard stagger.

“Hmm, not bad, Physique can do.” Jeral nodded at Richard and then looked at Jolod, “What did you bring him here for this time? To wash off the Bloodline Seed and change the formula?”

“What for?” Jolod tapped the ground with his Magic Wand, “Jeral, you said we haven’t seen each other in fifty years, so what do you think I am here for?”

“Oh, right, right, right. The society meeting day has arrived,” Jeral suddenly realized. “So, is this lad going to be promoted to Wizard? But isn’t it not a graduation year in the Black Tower Wizard Academy?”

“That’s right, a promotion to Wizard.” Jolod found a chair and sat down, “Recently, our dean and a few Great Wizards organized an exchange contest, and the final prize was the qualification for Wizard promotion.

My student did quite well and brought back the grand prize.”

“Apprentice Wars?” Jeral suddenly became interested, “Your Academy actually participated in the Apprentice Wars. How effective was it, and can it be promoted?”

Jolod shook his head, “Hard to say, I heard the dean saying they are revising the rules, and although this experiment reached its goals this year, there were some accidents.”

“Accidents? What could Great Wizards possibly overlook?” Jeral grew curious.

“What could they overlook?” Jolod glanced at Richard, “A lad came up with a piece of Strategic Magic Equipment, forcing the Great Wizards to abruptly end the contest.”

“Strategic Magic Equipment!?” Jeral’s voice rose two octaves, “An Apprentice could come up with that? That makes Merlin look bad, doesn’t it? He’s spent more than a thousand years and hasn’t designed a single piece of Strategic Magic Equipment.”

“What can you do, the Great Wizards have already acknowledged it as Strategic Magic Equipment,” Jolod said with enthusiasm.

“No, look at your smug face.” Suspicion flashed across Jeral’s face, then he turned his gaze to Richard.

“That device wasn’t innovated by your student, was it?”

“What do you say?” Jolod corners of the mouth showed a hint of smugness.

For these aged Wizards, there was no better entertainment than showing off their students.

Jeral walked to Richard with gleaming eyes and scrutinized him up and down.

“Kid, I see you are following the path of Bloodline Alchemy, why don’t you come with me. Jolod’s Synthetic Beasts will only hold you back.”

Jeral revealed a “kind” smile.

“To hell with that,” Jolod waved his Magic Wand and flames hit Jeral, singeing quite a bit of his hair.

“This is my student, keep your ideas to yourself.”

“Your student? How does the saying go, a fine bird chooses the tree it rests in. Your student is wasted under your guidance…”

Watching the arguing Wizards in front of him, Richard’s mouth twitched.

Thousands of years old, yet they behave like they are in their fifties.

After a while of bickering, Jolod finally started on the main topic.

“Jeral, this meeting, I want my student to join the society.”

“Join the society?” Jeral raised an eyebrow, “Joining isn’t out of the question, considering he managed to create Strategic Magic Equipment as an Apprentice; his intelligence passes. Plus, he is your student, with your connections, getting endorsements from five veteran members should be enough.

But… he’s not yet a Wizard, and you know the perils of Wizard promotion.”

“Society?” Richard asked curiously.

“It’s an organization among Wizards, mainly for sharing some information, exchanging research, and occasionally trading,” Jolod explained. “The society I joined is called the Golden Dawn Society, and all its members are wizards from the Alchemy School.”

After saying this, Jolod looked at Jeral.

“It’s always better to prepare beforehand than to scramble at the last minute. What if one of you suddenly participates in a Plane War? Then I’d have to wait for a few hundred years.”

“All right. I agree.”

Jeral smacked his lips and took out a seal from his large Magic Pocket, and Jolod also took out a scroll.

The scroll initially had only one stamp, and with Jeral’s stamping, the number of stamps turned to two.

“All set, the stamping is done, then I’ll head to the Tower of Truth first.” Jolod gave Richard a knowing look, then stood up and walked towards the exit.

“So quick to leave? Aren’t you staying for a meal?” Jeral also stood up, trying to stop Jolod.

But he saw Jolod, agile and swift, grabbing Richard by the side and flying out of the room.

“No, no. Any later and we’ll miss the airship.”

Richard saw Jolod’s face change suddenly, his heart filled with puzzles.

“Teacher, why are we leaving in such a hurry?”

“Hurry?” Jolod gave Richard a wry smile, “If we don’t hurry up, we’ll really end up having dinner here. Do you really want to try undercooked Green-striped Demon Snake with Darkmoth sauce?”

As he said this, Richard suddenly saw the large door in front of the hallway slam shut, instantly cutting off their path to the rooftop.

“Jolod, why are you running? This time I’ve made something that’s guaranteed to be to your liking.”

Half an hour later, the two sitting aboard the airship were pale in the face.

From a practical standpoint, if digested completely, the meal should have given Richard a near five-point Physique boost.

However, the practicality was the only good aspect of that meal.

“Teacher, next time we need to run faster.”