Chapter 264 Interview
A month later, Jemin and his group finally saw the magnificent floating city suspended on the edge of the plane rift.
After not seeing it for two months, this bridgehead of wizard civilization seems to have expanded a lot.
The newly added towers pierced the clouds like a steel forest, and the huge rune array slowly flowed on the surface of the city, emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.
Passing through the central square, which had changed greatly and was now crowded but orderly, Benjamin led the team with different expressions into the affairs center.
The fourth-level wizard was bound by invisible energy shackles and looked dejected, while the other first-level wizards who had survived were looking around nervously and curiously.
Benjamin walked straight to the alchemy doll at the front desk, which had an exquisite shape and a rational light in its eyes.
"Jeming, a second-level wizard, has returned from a 'rescue' mission and has important information to report to the camp's leadership, involving the origin of the plane and the wizard's betrayal."
Jieming briefly explained the purpose of his visit, and then handed over his terminal, which recorded what had happened during this period.
Data flashed across the alchemy puppet's eyes, and then a pleasant but calm voice uttered, "Identity confirmed. Incident level being assessed... Assessment passed. Please wait, a high-level wizard will be notified to handle the situation."
The wait didn't last long before the puppet at the front desk replied, "Congratulations, everyone! Lord Dionysius Spencer has decided to meet with you..."
What?
who? !
Dionysius Spencer?
The seventh-level wizard on this expedition? !
Everyone present, including the fourth-level wizard, almost thought there was something wrong with their ears when they heard this.
Especially the fourth-level wizard, for a moment, he had the illusion that the sky was falling.
Are you kidding me?!
I admit I had ill intentions at first, but I wouldn't want to alarm a seventh-level wizard, right?!
Benjamin was quite rational and knew that simply dealing with a wizard who violated the order would not cause such a big fuss.
But he was also very curious why the wizard Dionysius Spencer wanted to meet with people like him.
A moment later, the alchemy doll led them into the depths of the floating city.
The walls on both sides of the passage gradually changed from metal to some kind of energy substance as warm and smooth as jade, and the concentration of elements in the air also climbed to an astonishing level.
The several first-level wizards following behind Benjamin even breathed softly, their faces filled with awe and uneasiness.
The puppet stopped in front of a bronze door engraved with the trajectory of the stars. "Please enter. His Excellency Dionysius Spencer is waiting for you wizards inside."
Benjamin could clearly hear the sound of swallowing saliva coming from behind him.
He took a deep breath, calmed his slightly accelerated heartbeat, reached out and pushed open the heavy door.
The scene behind the door was unexpectedly... simple.
It is not the luxurious palace imagined, nor the cold and solemn laboratory, but a quiet room with elegant decoration and full of the fragrance of books.
A very young-looking man was sitting behind a large desk, playing with a crystal ball in his hand.
He raised his head, revealing a handsome, almost perfect face with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.
There was no imposing aura around him, completely different from the pressure that spanned the heavens and earth that Benjamin felt when he went to war in that dimension.
"Are you here? Sit down." The young man—the seventh-level wizard Dionysius Spencer—casually pointed to several chairs in the room, his voice gentle, like a spring breeze.
Jie Ming's heart was filled with awe, and he respectfully performed a wizard's etiquette: "Second-level wizard Jie Ming, greetings to Master Spencer."
The wizards behind him finally recovered from their shock and hurriedly followed suit in saluting, their movements stiff and their voices trembling.
Even the fourth-level wizard, after a brief moment of distraction, had an indescribable excitement in his eyes.
Only then did Benjamin truly realize how unattainable a seventh-level wizard was for most ordinary wizards.
He was able to remain relatively calm thanks to the daily influence of his mentor Clark and the various "ordinary" deeds of high-level wizards he heard from his mentor.
At this moment, he seemed to understand better where Jack's twisted jealousy came from - some of the resources and opportunities that he regarded as ordinary might be once-in-a-lifetime opportunities for others.
Dionysius Spencer didn't care about their nervousness, as if he had already gotten used to it. He swept his eyes calmly over everyone, and finally stopped at Jermyn and looked him over.
And Benjamin also took the opportunity to secretly look at this legendary existence.
Come to think of it, this seemed to be the second time he had close contact with a seventh-level wizard.
But Dean Avery Knight barely communicated that time.
Before this, although I often heard about things related to seventh-level wizards, I had never actually come into contact with them.
For example, the former dean of Nolen No. 13 Academy could almost be said to have always lived in the mouth of his mentor.
The closest he had ever been to a seventh-level wizard was when he had only seen him from afar in the Elosia plane.
The other person looked young and handsome, which did not surprise Benjamin too much.
For wizards, the youthfulness of the body can be adjusted at will, and the beauty of appearance is a natural optimization after the leap of life essence.
But the vicissitudes and wisdom contained in those deep eyes clearly showed that this was definitely not a young man. He looked at Benjamin and others with a faint admiration of an elder looking at a promising junior.
"What happened has been clearly explained in the message you delivered earlier." Dionysius Spencer went straight to the point.
He glanced casually at the fourth-level wizard and waved his hand.
From the shadows in the corner of the quiet room, two alchemical puppets with obscure auras walked out silently.
"Take him for an 'audit.'"
The fourth-level wizard's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to resist at all and was obediently taken away by the puppet.
Dionysius Spencer then smiled at Jemin and said, "You did well, Jemin. You were rational, restrained, and maintained the rules of the camp and the stability of this plane. As a reward, if he passes the review, 85% of all profits generated from the subsequent trial will belong to you."
As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the first-level wizards gasp and look at Benjamin with eyes full of envy and even jealousy, but even Benjamin himself felt a little surprised.
This distribution ratio was extremely high, almost giving him all the net profits from exploiting the fourth-level wizard except for the cost.
He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, sir!"
"You deserve it." Dionysius Spencer said in a flat tone.
Then he signaled the puppet to lead the other first-level wizards to collect their share of the mission rewards.
As the other wizards looked back with envy, Benjamin felt a little curious, wondering why this adult had left him alone.
Soon, only Benjamin and he were left in the quiet room.
"Do you have more detailed records about the specific details of that space distortion area and Levin Mills' actions?" Dionysius Spencer asked directly.
Benjamin thought for a moment, then pointed at his own temple, drawing out a fragment of memory shimmering with light and passing it over. "Sir, this is a reproduction of my personal memories of that period. Perhaps it's more intuitive."
Dionysius Spencer took the ball of memory light, and with a flicker of light on his fingertips, he had finished reading.
He nodded with satisfaction. "That's clear and concise. It's rare to find a wizard of your age with such determination and foresight. You know, faced with the temptation of the plane's origin, even many old fellows might not be able to control their greed."
Jieming replied modestly, "Perhaps it's because I've accumulated enough military merit so I don't need to take any risks for now."
Dionysius Spencer chuckled upon hearing this. "Haha, for a wizard, the ability to acquire resources is the most important part of strength. There's no need to be so modest."
He paused, his tone becoming casual, as if discussing a trivial matter. "Although this space plane was originally prepared as an 'appetizer' for young people like you, I appreciate your initiative in protecting my property. I can't be too stingy."
When Benjamin heard this, his eyelids twitched. He felt that the person in front of him seemed to have said something extraordinary casually.
But soon, Benjamin's attention was diverted to another matter.
As Dionysius Spencer spoke, an alchemical doll came up carrying a silver tray.
Twenty crystal test tubes were neatly arranged on the tray. Inside the test tubes flowed a dazzling light like liquid jade. The extremely pure energy aura, even though isolated by the crystals, was still refreshing.
"This is..." Benjamin's pupils shrank slightly.
"Twenty strands of Planar Origin related to the rules of the wind element," Dionysius Spencer said calmly. "I've just explored that area, and its core can probably only produce this amount of Origin, and there are quite a lot of impurities. These are personally extracted from different wind elemental planes. They are pure and flawless. Even if you use them directly for upgrading, there will be no consequences."
Jieming's heart skipped a beat, and a huge surprise came to his mind!
Twenty strands of pure essence personally refined by a seventh-level wizard!
Its value far exceeds the twenty strands of free origin that were naturally born in that distorted area.
The purity of the natural origin is low, and it is a fluke that the effective rule information contained in it can account for 50%, but those in my hands are 100% essence!
More importantly, the wind element rule is the superior rule of the "space" rule, which means that the value of these twenty strands of origin is far more than just doubling it!
"Thank you for your generous gift, sir!" Benjamin suppressed his excitement and bowed deeply again.
This time, his gratitude was far more sincere than before.
After all, this reward far exceeded his expectations.
Dionysius Spencer waved his hand, his gaze seemingly piercing the walls of the quiet room, gazing into the depths of the distant plane. "Go, and make good use of them. The road ahead is still long."
Benjamin carefully put away the extremely precious tray, bowed again, and left the quiet room.
(End of this chapter)
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