Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 61 Yes, it’s him
"I would like to ask a few questions. First, do you have specific information about the ruins, such as an assessment of the degree of danger?"

"Of course there are dangers in the ruins, and there are even records where the explorers lost most of them. However, after generations of exploration and summary by the forerunners, our intelligence data has been very complete, and the loss rate in recent explorations has not exceeded 30%."

"You mean ten people can go in and eight can come back at most?"

"almost…"

"It seems there is still a lot of risk."

"Yes, maybe the risk will be reduced this time. If you join us as a team, you will definitely have an advantage over the lone ranger, and you will be less likely to encounter accidents. Most of the losses will occur on the outsiders who are alone."

Tai'an looked at Dorothy with a serious face and thought, wouldn't the survival rate of beautiful girls as bodyguards decrease?
When in danger, you have to go first. A man cannot hide behind a woman unless he really has no shame at all.

If you encounter some ignorant and deceitful people, you have to send them away. Unexpected conflicts may break out.

Moreover, if he brings a bunch of burdens with him, it will be difficult for him to fully display his true strength. The treasures he finds will also have to be distributed among the team, which is thankless no matter how you look at it.

"Let's forget it!" Wizard Shota shook his head: "I'm afraid of death."

"This opportunity only comes once in a hundred years. If you can obtain the inheritance in the ruins, it will be of great benefit to your future development. Even if you just get some precious props, it is not a worthwhile trip. There are times when people do not encounter danger. Even a fish can get stuck in your throat." Dorothy gave Silver Moon as an example.

"Hey! I was just careless, okay!" Yin Yue retorted in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to take any risks."

Tai'an still refused, not caring about the disappointment on the Lolita faces.

If you like his excellence, you don't have to.

A practitioner's time is precious, and he doesn't have much time to get entangled in emotional trivial matters.

"Okay! I can understand..." Dorothy sighed helplessly.

After all, he is the heir to Lord Blue Rose and will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future. There is no need to stand under a dangerous wall. Rejecting any risks is undoubtedly the safest approach.

"I want to ask you a second question."

"Excuse me..."

"Do students from the Wizarding Branch have priority to explore the ruins?"

"You can understand it this way! The wizard branch will not tolerate outsiders disturbing the sleep of the undead without any bottom line, and it is bound to be limited in number. Including the mage branch in the same college, in principle, only one hundred people can be allowed. Enter. As for outsiders outside the academy, they will compete for a hundred places through duels. As for us students of the wizard branch, we can explore the ruins at any time."

"I see."

Tai'an realized that there was no need to bring a few troublesome spirits with him, and he could hardly suppress the smile on his face.

To be honest, when he heard that there was mithril and fine gold in the ruins, he had already made up his mind.

"Classmate Xiao An, don't try to sneak in. The point is not the quota, but the experience and intelligence that have been spent on the lives of previous generations." Fu reminded with a serious expression.

"Well, that makes sense." Tai'an nodded lightly: "The third question is the specific time."

"We have to wait until November in the second half of this year." Dorothy informed clearly.

St. Violet Hospital.

Beside the hospital bed, several impression painters were constantly asking about the appearance of the people Deyolan painted.

Characteristics: Black hair, chubby face, and absolutely confident eyes.

"Wrong! Your face needs to be thinner."

"It still doesn't look like him. He should be more handsome and the bridge of his nose should be higher..."

"Well, the chin is getting a little rounder."

After dozens of scraps, the portrait of the young lady in the painting is gradually getting closer, at least 80 to 90% similar. Deyoland struggled to recall the details.

The more I look at him, the more I feel that Shota is very good-looking. I have met all kinds of people in my life, but he is the only one who brings his cute style to the extreme.

Sure enough, in nature, males are more powerful and perfect!

The skin was as smooth as gelatin, with no trace of scars. It is a good material for practicing soft fist martial arts and magical skills to reduce force.

I don’t know whose good son he is.

I just envy the dead...

The only regret in Deyoland's life was that he did not have a son. Although he never mentioned it in front of his family, he always unconsciously put more effort into his wife.

"Okay! You have worked hard, this is it!" Uncle Baitou held up the drawing paper and nodded with satisfaction: "Publish a reward for me. Anyone who provides clues will be rewarded with a hundred gold longs. If you find it directly, you will be rewarded with five hundred gold longs."

"Father, it's time to take medicine..."

Xi took the drawing paper handed over by Deyolan, his expression ranging from slightly startled to incredulous: "He is still a child. He feels like he is not much older than Biff. Could it be that he has advanced deformation skills..."

"Well, it's not impossible. Many holy mages have the bad taste of turning themselves into children. However, how can any holy magus be able to fight me at close range? They can only fly kites from a distance."

Deyolan casually uncorked the medicine bottle on the cabinet next to him and drank it down his throat. Thick semi-solid that melts in your mouth.

The coolness that soaked into the bone marrow alleviated the pain in the body a lot.

Deyolan drank it in one breath and let out a sigh of relief. More than a hundred gold coins were well spent, and money bought life.

The Pharmacist Guild once calculated that nobles who regularly take perfect life potions can live an average of sixty years longer.

You know, many low-level civilians will not live this long in their lives! Those who engage in more strenuous physical work have an average life expectancy of about fifty years.

"That's right, the potion doesn't seem to be the work of Master Irving? It tastes a bit bland." Deyolan commented.

"It's the medicine sold by students from our branch." Xi replied.

"What's the purchase price?"

"One hundred and ten gold dragons."

"Fortunately, it's relatively cheap."

"Yes! I'm going to collect as much as possible. Even if you don't use it, you can still make a profit by selling it again."

"Master Owen's progress needs to be accelerated. It's been so many days and he still can't deliver the goods..."

Elm Street, Pharmacists Guild. At the top of the tall white mage tower, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The young man in white robe quietly looked down at the prosperous scene below.

Potions Master, Owen.

A well-known big shot in the royal capital, a super-level spellcaster, the vice-president of the Apothecary Guild, and the most proud disciple of Potion Master Paramela.

At the age of forty-seven, he has entered the high-level circle of the kingdom, become a guest of all major forces, and receives the highest standards of courtesy.

After taking the perfect quality life potion for a long time, he successfully reversed aging, and his appearance and body were no different from those of a young man in his twenties.

With his handsome appearance optimized by the transformation technique, Owen is like a god walking in the world in the eyes of many members of the opposite sex in the Pharmacist Guild.

"It's about time she came to see me..." The young man in white robe muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)