Chapter 371 Anton Buchanan
The following day, Jemin met up with his mentor Clark, Viola, Ang and his son Coles on time.
Without a word, everyone tacitly controlled the elements, transforming into several streams of light that flew towards a towering tower deep within the academy.
The territory of Norren No. 1 Academy is far more vast than imagined; it is more like a complete miniature world than an academy.
The interior features not only well-planned building complexes, but also rolling hills, deep basins, rushing rivers, and towering, precipitous peaks.
The target of Jemin and his companions' journey, Clark's mentor, lived in seclusion atop one of the steepest peaks, in a black tower that pierced the clouds like a sharp sword.
Even before you get really close to the tower, an ancient aura wafts over you.
The first thing that catches the eye is the enormous, breathtaking beasts lying or standing in the open space outside the tower.
They come in all shapes and sizes; some are covered in thick rocky shells, while others are wreathed in destructive energy lightning. The energy fluctuations emanating from each of them have reached a terrifying level of six!
These beings, which would cause calamities in any plane and are known as "natural disasters," were now leisurely strolling among the foothills like domesticated pets, merely lazily raising their eyelids at the passing of Jemin and his companions.
Passing through the tower gate protected by an invisible force field, the scene before him made Jemin momentarily dazed, almost thinking he had triggered some random teleportation array.
The interior of the building was not the tower structure one might expect, but rather a vast, boundless grassland!
A gentle breeze blows, causing the grass to ripple and bringing the fragrance of earth and grass.
In the sky, a real sun, radiating light and heat, hangs high, shining down on the earth.
"An entire plane nested within...that's quite a feat." Jemin reacted quickly, his heart filled with shock.
This tower itself is a colossal spatial container, containing a complete miniature plane!
On the grasslands, there are countless giant beasts that are much larger and have a more profound and terrifying aura than the "pets" outside.
They stroll leisurely or lie down and sleep soundly, as if they were the masters of this world.
Without a doubt, this was the backyard used by the strategist he had never met to raise his "cannon fodder units" and "research materials".
The group followed their mentor, Clark, as they flew at low altitudes across this grassland plane.
After passing through mountains and rivers, we finally arrived at an extremely open plain.
In the center of the plain stands a magnificent stone palace.
At the palace entrance, two humanoid beings with restrained auras and near-perfect forms were already waiting.
When they saw Clark, they bowed respectfully and then silently led the group into the depths of the palace.
Passing through long colonnades, the group arrived at an extremely magnificent hall with a soaring dome.
The hall was softly lit, and the walls were inlaid with countless self-rotating runes that interpreted the mysteries of the laws.
Jemin’s gaze was immediately drawn to the single chair at the highest point of the hall.
A slender hand held a simple, silver wand, and the owner of the hand was dressed in a plain black wizard's robe.
The robe clung tightly to his short, even somewhat thin, body.
When Jemin finally saw the person sitting in the high position, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Before he arrived, he already knew the name of this advisor—Anton Buchanan.
However, he could not reconcile the youthful appearance of the child in front of him with the identities of "Mentor Clark's mentor" and "a peak archmage about to advance to level eight".
But the next moment, Jemin realized his own shallowness.
In the silent hall, a deep and rhythmic "thump-thump" sound echoed, like the beating of war drums, carrying a strange penetrating power, as if striking directly at the soul.
Jemin instinctively searched for the source of the sound, and was horrified to discover that the sound... actually came from the heartbeat of the "child" advisor in the high position!
What a terrifying physique!
The sound of an unconscious heartbeat could resonate so clearly in this vast space.
The life energy contained within its body is simply unimaginably vast!
Below the high position, several rows of seats were arranged, and many people were already seated, their auras varying in strength.
The "child" on the high seat—the wizard Anton Buchanan—looked at Clark and his group as they entered, a satisfied smile curving his childish lips in stark contrast to his appearance, and let out a low laugh that was a huge contrast to his image: "Hehehehe... Looks like everyone's here."
His gaze swept over, and when that seemingly ordinary look landed on him, Jemin felt his breath catch in his throat.
The moment he was gazed upon by those deep eyes, he felt as if he were being roasted by two invisible suns at close range, and his soul trembled slightly.
Fortunately, the other party clearly had no ill intentions and was well aware of the oppressive feeling brought about by the difference in strength between the two sides. His gaze only swept over the third and fourth generation juniors such as Jemin before he immediately looked away.
Led by Clark, Jemin and the others bowed respectfully towards the high position, saying, "Long time no see, mentor."
Anton Buchanan waved his little hand, his voice childish yet carrying an undeniable authority: "It's been a long time, everyone. Don't be so reserved. Find a seat for yourselves. A few more people will be arriving later."
As instructed, Mentor Clark found an empty seat in the front row, while Jemin, Viola, Ang, and Coles quietly followed behind him and took their seats in the area belonging to Clark's lineage.
Taking the opportunity, Jemin surveyed the situation inside the hall.
If we consider Anton Buchanan as the first generation, there are only five second-generation wizards present, including Mentor Clark.
The Augusta wizard I had met before was among them, sitting not far from Clark.
Behind these five second-generation wizards sat varying numbers of third-generation disciples, and some third-generation wizards even had young people who appeared to be fourth-generation disciples following behind them.
With a sweep of his eyes, Jemin spotted another familiar face among the second-generation seats!
The other person seemed to notice Jemin's gaze, turned around, revealing a gentle and refined face, and smiled and nodded at Jemin.
Jemin was startled and immediately bowed slightly in his seat to show respect.
Viola, who was standing next to him, noticed his subtle movements and asked curiously in a low voice, "Do you know him?"
Jemin responded in a low voice, "I met him before in a planar war, the wizard Dionysius Spencer. I didn't expect that he would belong to the same lineage as us."
He remembered that this wizard Spencer was skilled in fate-related abilities and his methods were mysterious and unpredictable.
It now seems that the other party is probably also highly skilled in alchemy.
Thinking about this, Jemin suddenly fell into deep thought.
Therefore, the combination of "alchemy" and "knowledge of destiny" may be one of the core characteristics of their lineage.
Jemin remembered that Dionysius Spencer was a proper seventh-level wizard, and after glancing at Dionysius Spencer's seat, Jemin understood.
This wizard Dionysius Spencer is probably the eldest brother of their lineage, that is, his great-uncle.
Jemin glanced at it subconsciously.
Behind this senior master were seven wizards, six of whom were likely third-generation disciples. Apart from one who appeared to have just been promoted to first-level wizard, the remaining five were all fifth-level wizards.
Behind one of the level 5 wizards was another wizard with a level 3 aura, who appeared to be a fourth-generation disciple.
As Jemin sized up the other party, the wizards also subconsciously began to scrutinize him because of his earlier actions.
Apart from the third-generation disciple of the first-level wizard and the fourth-generation disciple of the third-level wizard, the remaining five wizards all became serious the moment they saw Jemin.
Seeing this, Jemin smiled at them in a friendly manner, knowing that these people must have sensed the danger emanating from him—he also had a team of black giant priests researching in his personal cave.
If a fight really breaks out, fifteen black giant priests, each equivalent to a level six strong creature, could easily kill any one of them.
Not long after the group took their seats, subtle ripples appeared in the space of the hall.
Several powerful auras, no less formidable than those of Anton Buchanan's advisor, and perhaps even more terrifying than one of them, descended rapidly from afar.
Anton Buchanan, the high-ranking advisor, sensed these auras, and a genuine smile appeared on his youthful face.
He actually jumped down from the throne that symbolized the highest status and, with his short legs, headed towards the palace entrance.
Upon seeing Anton Buchanan's actions, all the wizards in the hall, regardless of seniority, stood up in unison and followed him to the palace entrance to show the highest respect for the visitor.
The voice arrived before the person.
A calm and gentle voice, seemingly imbued with boundless wisdom and the passage of time, rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction: "Hey! Anton, I didn't expect you to be the first to reach the threshold of level eight!"
Immediately afterwards, Anton Buchanan's voice rang out: "Mentor... it's been a long time."
Hearing the conversation between Anton Buchanan, the advisor, and the leader of the newcomers, Jemin couldn't help but look up curiously, wanting to see who this person was that the advisor would personally come out to greet him and address him as "mentor".
However, when he saw clearly the middle-aged man standing at the very front of the group of visitors, whom Anton Buchanan referred to as his "mentor," his pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart almost skipped a beat!
Because of that person, Jemin had met him twice and even worked with him for a period of time.
The other party was none other than Norn Wizard, the creator of Norn Workshop, a top alchemist, a legendary being like a living fossil, and an eighth-level wizard!
(I still feel like I'm experiencing writer's block; let me adjust it.)
(End of this chapter)
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