Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 643 - 559: New Apprentice and Sudden Change_2

Through the back-and-forth of a few tits conveying information, I heard their gibberish immediately and spat in unison.

With a wizard's powerful memory, how indifferent must one be to even forget two names? And shamelessly claim to want to absorb both of us into their school? Even servants wouldn't receive such treatment!

Beneath a tall cedar.

Blazing...

Smokeless charcoal was ignited, and the clear water in the cauldron was already boiling, emitting white steam.

Seeing the heat was just right, the two stuffed fabric into their nostrils and each took out a large bottle of gray-white potion, like thick fog, from their bosom.

"You want the [Dream Corridor Potion]? Let you taste its flavor in advance!"

Of course, this was not the genuine product; they weren't that kind-hearted. Instead, it was a by-product collected after the [Dream Corridor Potion] concoction failed. It lacked the ability to help one enter the Spirit Realm but was a tremendously potent hallucinogen at the magic potion level.

As two wizard apprentices, this was the most likely means of attack against an official wizard that they had at their disposal. Although it might affect the teacher, a Master of Magic Potion would long have devised an antidote, so it wasn't a big deal.

Their hands grasped the bottle stoppers.

"Kael, I'll count to three, and we'll pour the potion in together."

"Okay!"

"One, two..."

Suddenly.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Ah—!

Maybe they hadn't done anything bad before, as the two young men were startled greatly. When they hurriedly looked back, two people unexpectedly stood silently behind them.

A tall and handsome young man, and a charming, lovely girl.

Although their attire indicated they were either rich or noble, there was no discernible extraordinary aura about them. Realizing that the situation at the shed had reached the brink of collapse, the two apprentices had no spare thoughts to focus on these ordinary individuals.

"Whoever you are, this isn't a place to wander... we have serious business to attend to, don't interfere."

Suddenly.

Flap-flap—

A tit perched atop Jacob and Kael's tree suddenly jumped into Angie's outstretched fair palm.

Witnessing this, the two apprentices' expressions changed.

Chirp-chirp...

Listening attentively, Angie amusingly glanced at Aiven: "Teacher, it really is the Bird Language Potion."

"Haha, truly an unexpected joy!"

Before the duo appeared, the seagulls' mind network had already pinpointed everyone here, roughly understanding what kind of drama was unfolding here.

Aiven had no sadistic pleasure in merely watching and then rescuing at the last moment. His gaze landed on the distant old man, his look peculiar: "Fate really is mysterious; it's indeed an old acquaintance I haven't seen before, Master Leon!"

With a gentle wave, a large, red magic book automatically materialized in front of him.

Rustle...

One by one, guards clad in full-coverage armor wielding heavy swords leapt out from between the pages.

Ten heavy armor guards lined up in two rows, crushing the soil and stones below in a charge of heavy cavalry group, sprinting towards the shed.

[Flesh Sacrifice: Mobile Camp]

"Ah! Who are they?!"

...

Ten minutes later, Aiven was already sitting facing Leon in the shed.

The so-called "Clover School" was merely some small characters; a squad of flesh puppets dealt with them nonchalantly. Whether they lived or died, Aiven didn't care; if they dared play tricks again, he would just slap them to death at will.

"Please!"

Jacob brewed a pot of tea for the two and then bowed out.

"Leon Cromwell thanks Your Excellency for your assistance; may I ask who you are...?"

The old wizard who unexpectedly passed a "calamity" was truly curious about the young man with an elusive demeanor, particularly as his gaze towards him held a peculiar quality, leaving him clueless.

"Master Leon, I didn't know your surname was Cromwell. First meeting, let me formally introduce myself, I am Aiven Galliot."

Aiven spoke familiarly, while taking out a pharmacist's notebook he had long cherished, gently placing it on the table. It could be said this was the starting point of Aiven's wizarding path, and Leon was in essence, Aiven's first teacher.

"This is..."

The old wizard's thin hand trembled slightly as he caressed the notebook that had once embodied so much effort, unable to believe its reunion after so many years on another distant continent.

And the young man's motive for assisting was beyond suspicion.

Leon hadn't anticipated having such a "reap what you sow" fantastic experience.

"Master, from these three potions, I can see your overflowing talent. Unfortunately, you've embarked on the path of the Wild Mage without a chance to start anew.

Otherwise, even as an Upper-Rank Wizard, it wouldn't be impossible to strive for."

Seeing the current old wizard, Aiven couldn't help but display regret.

Wizards don't need to hunt for "Extraordinary Traits" themselves while achieving Extraordinary Transformation; instead, it's bestowed upon them by "Mysterious Source" or the world itself—a miraculous "substance" mixing extraordinary traits with certain knowledge.

However, humans do not call it "Extraordinary Traits"; ancient wizards dubbed it "Touchstone," "The Fifth Element," and "Universal Elixir: Asot."

The wizard's "Soul Ascension" process is also termed—"Gold Touch!"

Once the "Gold Touch" step is taken, it cannot be changed again, and Wild Mages will forever remain Wild Mages, never accepted by any extraordinary source.

For Aiven's regret, the old wizard himself had long been reconciled. Now hearing the implied meaning in his words, his foremost concern became the future of his two disciples. Facing a school wizard with a kindred spirit, he promptly inquired:

"Mister Galliot, which school do you belong to...?"

Aiven understood Leon's intent, and besides, he had come specifically for this matter:

"Master Leon, the name of our school now is 'Vitalist School.'

Noticing the confusion on the other's face, he took a sip of the ordinary quality tea, and unhurriedly spoke:

"But in the distant past, its name was... 'Life Tree School!'"

The old wizard's eyes abruptly widened.

"The Oldest School?!"

Leon, knowing quality, could only hear one voice shouting in his heart at this moment: "Big shot, take me!"

...

Outside the door.

Unknowing young men who had been sold by their teacher were waiting, occasionally sneaking glances at the beautiful girl beside them, who was likewise waiting for her teacher.

The two young men around twenty, now at that age where one appreciates beauty. Their curiosity was also piqued by her purpose and her ability to immediately identify the "Bird Language Potion."

Yet, gazing at the exquisite attire and accessories on Angie, even the seemingly simplest pair of black leather shoes appeared more valuable than all their clothing combined, not to mention the "Magic Pocket" hanging at her waist.

They highlighted how much the two looked like beggars, provoking feelings of inferiority.

After hesitating a long time, the more outgoing Jacob finally managed to gather the courage to speak:

"Uh..."

Suddenly.

From Lake Huron, north of the shed, brilliant Light Qi surged towards the sky, casting a splendid golden glow and fierce chiming with no visible source rang out crisply in the void.

Clang! Clang! Clang!... 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Reverberated between heaven and earth for a long time.

Zoom—

Feeling the tidal-like waves in the Spiritual World, Aiven swiftly shot out like a bolt of lightning, looking towards the vast Lake Huron in the north, his expression dramatically changing:

"Origin Overflow!!!"