Chapter 372 The So-Called Direct Lineage of a Sect
When the ancient and profound figure of Wizard Norren appeared at the palace gate, without anyone's prompting, all the wizards in the hall, regardless of seniority or strength, bowed in unison to express their utmost respect for this eighth-level wizard.
As Jemin bowed to the others, his gaze lingered on Wizard Norren for a few more moments.
He genuinely hadn't expected that Wizard Norren would come here, especially since he sounded like Anton Buchanan's mentor.
Jemin's mind raced, and he instantly grasped the key to it.
Norren Workshop was founded on logistics-based witchcraft and was dedicated to developing orthodoxy.
Among them, alchemy, runes, and potions are the three pillar disciplines that are renowned far and wide.
As the founder of the workshop, Wizard Norn must have been someone who had mastered logistics-related magic to the extreme.
It was only natural that he was an expert in alchemy and even personally taught a top alchemist like Anton Buchanan.
"hiss!!!"
A thought flashed through Jemin's mind like lightning, almost causing him to lose his composure:
"If that's the case... according to the classification in popular novels, I, Jemin, was apprenticed to Clark, Clark was apprenticed to Anton Buchanan, Anton Buchanan was apprenticed to Noren... wouldn't I become the most direct descendant of the founder of Noren Workshop? The legendary 'direct descendant of the sect leader'? The kind of background character who can attract a string of old monsters just by beating up a kid?"
This identity filled Jemin with a mix of emotions, a strange sense of absurdity.
However, this feeling only lasted for a few breaths before it vanished.
He quickly came to his senses. Background aside, in the vast and boundless multiverse, danger was everywhere.
The number of logistics wizards in Norren Workshop is enormous, and in theory they are all "orthodox," yet when it's time for them to fall, there has never been a shortage of them.
Strength is the only eternal foundation.
Wizard Norren entered with a gentle smile, accompanied by several seventh-level wizards of varying appearances, all exuding an aura as vast as the starry sea.
Anton Buchanan first greeted Wizard Norren respectfully, and then greeted the other seventh-level wizards familiarly, their conversation showing great intimacy, clearly indicating that they were all fellow disciples from the same school.
One of the wizards seemed quite familiar with Anton Buchanan.
His entire body had become completely energized, as if it were formed from pure blue arcane energy, surrounded by constantly appearing and disappearing phantom runes.
The wizard's voice trembled with energy as he exclaimed, "I never imagined that among us, you, little Anton, would be the first to touch the boundary of an eighth-level wizard."
Upon hearing this, Anton Buchanan immediately put his hands on his hips, puffed out his small chest, and let out a smug laugh: "Hehehehe... Of course! I'm a genuine genius! Much more reliable than you old guys!"
Hearing his advisor's unpretentious, even somewhat "childish" declaration, Jemin subconsciously glanced at Viola beside him.
Viola seemed to sense something and turned her head as well.
She looked at Jieming with a puzzled expression. Although she didn't say anything due to the formality of the occasion, her eyes clearly asked, "What?"
Jemin shook his head slightly with regret, feeling that neither Professor Clark nor he were quite like the Master in terms of personality... On the contrary, Senior Viola's occasional eccentricity and love of showing off were quite a bit like the Master's true teachings.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Could this be the legendary 'grandparental love'? No, they're not related by blood..."
Meanwhile, Anton Buchanan, while chatting and laughing with his fellow apprentices, respectfully led Wizard Norren to the seat he had just been sitting in.
Then, with a wave of his hand, the light of alchemy flowed across the ground, and the earth next to the main seat rose up as if alive, quickly shaping into several ornate rock thrones engraved with mysterious patterns.
The advisor then sat down on either side of the wizard Norren, along with several other level-seven wizards.
After Norren sat down, he casually waved his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force swept across the entire room. His voice was calm yet clear, reaching everyone's ears: "We're all family here, so don't be too reserved. Please sit wherever you like."
"Lord Xie Norren/Ancestor!" The crowd bowed again in thanks before sitting down as instructed, their postures now even more upright than before.
The wizard Norn's gaze slowly swept across the entire room. His gaze was not sharp, but it seemed to be able to penetrate all appearances and see straight to the essence.
When his gaze swept over Jemin, Jemin felt an invisible pressure far greater than that of Anton Buchanan, like the entire universe pressing down on him, and his breath caught in his throat slightly.
Fortunately, the physical strength honed through rigorous training in the "Body Tempering Method" provided solid support, and the mental resilience cultivated through long-term study of profound knowledge also played a role.
On the surface, Jemin showed no unusual behavior, but his hands on his knees tightened slightly.
Norn Wizard's gaze lingered on him for less than half a second, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing across his face before he looked away.
He glanced at Viola and Clark, then finally looked at Anton Buchanan beside him, his tone approving:
"Anton, I originally thought it would be good enough that you could train a disciple like Clark. I didn't expect that even your grand-disciple could bring surprises. Very good."
Upon hearing Norren's personal praise, not only did Master Anton Buchanan beam with joy, but even the usually composed Mentor Clark couldn't help but let a clear smile appear on his lips, his eyes brimming with pride.
The two powerful figures above did not lower their voices, and the wizards below could hear them clearly.
In an instant, countless gazes, filled with curiosity, envy, or inquiry, were cast toward the area where Instructor Clark was sitting, focusing on Jemin, Viola, and Ang.
Despite the sudden attention, Viola maintained her deliberately cultivated elegant demeanor.
She smiled slightly, revealing a perfectly balanced smile that carried a hint of mystery and confidence.
Those who are not familiar with her true nature might be truly deceived by this appearance.
Jemin and Ang, on the other hand, seemed much calmer.
Ang sat upright and somewhat reservedly, a natural expression of his personality.
Jemin kept his eyes downcast, seemingly oblivious to the stares of the world around him.
Ang's child, on the other hand, seemed a bit nervous, especially since the wizards present were far more powerful than him, and now that he was being watched by a group of people, he felt even more pressure.
After glancing at the nervous "little guy," Jemin, Viola, and Clark simultaneously released their auras to envelop him, which made him feel much more at ease.
Ignoring the minor commotion below, Wizard Norren turned his attention back to Anton Buchanan, his tone becoming more formal: "Anton, how are you feeling? How's your condition?"
Anton Buchanan's smile faded, and the seriousness and confidence of a top-tier wizard appeared on his youthful face: "It feels great, mentor. All preparations are complete, and the resonance with the laws has met expectations. However, I feel that my spiritual power has not yet reached its absolute limit of perfection, and perhaps I can accumulate a little more. I expect that within a month, I will officially begin my attempt to break through to the eighth level barrier."
Upon hearing this, Wizard Norren nodded slowly, his eyes revealing satisfaction and anticipation: "Very good. Since you have made your decision, then we will wait here for the next month to witness Norren Workshop gain another level eight wizard."
The other level-seven wizards who came with him nodded in agreement.
For a formal wizard who often has a lifespan of thousands of years or even longer, a month is but a blink of an eye.
Being able to witness firsthand a level 7 peak wizard's breakthrough to level 8 is of immeasurable value to their own future path.
(End of this chapter)
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