This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

At the thought of this, Carly couldn’t help but carefully size up Edison, who was currently licking a test tube, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

However, Edison didn’t seem to notice Carly’s gaze, or perhaps he didn’t care much about her attention—he was fully concentrated on salvaging the last few drops of residual potion from the sides of the test tube into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Gagarin, who was driving up front, glanced at Edison, who was exceptionally well-behaved at the moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

"Edison has remarkable talent in the Physical Refining Wizard sect; even the special Witch Tool I crafted succeeded only by using his blood as the Enchantment Liquid," Lucien said, holding up the Wizard’s Notes in his hand, then turned his gaze to Edison beside him.

"I plan to have Edison try the path of the Physical Refining Wizard in the future. It just so happens I am interested in that area too, and it might be beneficial for the future improvement of this Witch Tool. However, Edison has not received some basic education before, and while on the floating island, it was Gagarin who taught him some basic literacy. If he is to learn witchcraft, he will need to go through a rather long basic educational process..."

As Lucien spoke, he suddenly paused, then his gaze involuntarily shifted to Carly.

emmmm...

A tender smile suddenly emerged on Lucien’s face. "Carly, can I please ask for your help? Once we return to the academy, could you help Edison lay some groundwork?"

As soon as Carly heard the phrase "lay the groundwork," her body bristled, and even her face sprouted many fine silver feathers, showing her sensitivity to the term.

But she quickly caught on to what was being said.

Help someone else lay the groundwork?

Carly’s eyes lit up. She turned to look at Lucien with a similarly "tender" smile on her face, and patted her small chest resoundingly. "Don’t worry, Mentor Lucien, leave this matter to me. I will certainly ensure that our little brother’s foundations are rock solid!"

Carly’s eyes were alarmingly bright at that moment, even looking somewhat eager to begin.

"Before we discuss his foundation, let’s talk about your own," Lucien said irritably, tapping Carly on the head, then pulled out two thick sets of practice exercises, "Basics of Bloodline Studies and Basics of Pharmacy, take care of yourself first, then think about how to teach others..."

Looking at the practice exercises handed over by Lucien, Carly’s head started to feel a bit dizzy.

"Gagarin, you shouldn’t have any problems with your Meditation Method, right?" After addressing Carly and Edison’s issues, Lucien looked at Gagarin, who was driving up front, and asked.

"There is no problem at the moment, Lord Lucien," Gagarin replied respectfully.

"Good, you and Brown have worked hard during this time. I will be available to answer questions from eight to ten o’clock every evening. If you have any problems, you can come over during that time, and we can discuss them together."

After delivering this reminder, Lucien took out some draft paper and began assimilating several first-tier witchcraft spells he had encountered in the Cloud Country ruins, as well as those he had inherited from Carly’s Racial Talent.

The carriage rattled along the road, but for Lucien, it wasn’t causing much of a disturbance.

On the other hand, Carly was biting on a Feather Pen, her eyes reflecting pain.

Although she was aware of the reliability and future benefits of Lucien’s "immersive training," it didn’t prevent her from feeling agony while being tormented by the onslaught of exercises.

"Sometimes, Mentor Lucien can be a devil," Carly muttered under her breath as she glanced at Lucien, who was deeply engrossed in analyzing some complex magic. Her eyes then shifted to a somewhat confused or perhaps absent-minded Edison beside her, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

...

The days spent on the road were remarkably peaceful. Even if they encountered some minor troubles or got involved in disputes among mortals or robberies by bandits, with Wizard Apprentices Gagarin and Brown taking action, it was enough to easily sweep away those who dared to cause trouble.

For Lucien, this was a time of rapid increase in his combat ability.

After all, mastering an additional Formal Wizard spell meant an enhancement to his combat capability. The sensation of perceiving a clear improvement each day was nothing short of wonderful.

The only downside was that after advancing to the rank of Formal Wizard, the effects of the improved Greybone Meditation Method II became very weak for him, even weaker than the natural progression from the slow rotation of the spiritual power star.

"There is a Meditation Method in Carly’s Bloodline inheritance that suits Formal Wizard-level practitioners. However, that Meditation Method is built upon the foundation of bloodlines, and its essence is to enhance and explore Bloodline Power through meditation, which is not applicable to me," Lucien mused.

By the campfire, Lucien took a gentle sip of hot tea.

In the past few days of travel, he had thoroughly assimilated the four first-tier witchcrafts he currently mastered, taking his strength to a peak that couldn’t be improved in the short term.

Among these four witchcrafts, two were transformed versions of Carly’s racial talents—Frost Blade Dance·Revised and Moonlight Protection·Modified, effects similar to Zero-level Witchcrafts "Falling Moon" and "Moon Veil," but with entirely new enhancements in power and effect.

Another was transformed from Carly’s racial ability Feathered Dragon Transformation·Revised, which could, with her permission, temporarily transform one’s flesh into that of a first-tier Sprite Dragon by borrowing the bloodline power within her, and temporarily master all the magic that a first-tier Sprite Dragon could grasp.

The last one came from the human skin Alchemy Note that Lucien had previously acquired—a multi-functional Formal Witchcraft for combat or alchemy known as Ring of Flame.

These four witchcrafts covered offense, defense, transformation, and control.

However, Lucien now found himself at a loss on how to continue improving after becoming a Formal Wizard.

"Given that the headmaster of Greybone Academy is a Second-level Wizard, there should be methods for advancing formal wizards or corresponding Meditation Methods within the academy," Lucien put down his teacup.

[Congratulations, Your student Carly has mastered and successfully prepared the basic potion {Physical Potion}. You have been rewarded with the potion formula {Physical Potion·Large}!]

Just as Lucien was contemplating, the system suddenly popped up with a message.

"Mentor Lucien, I’ve concocted the physical potion!" Carly’s cheer came just a step after the system’s alert.

"It must be said, the Fairy Clan’s racial talent in potion preparation truly is extraordinary," Lucien couldn’t help showing a smile on his face.

Although Carly had previously assisted him by processing some raw materials for his potion making, those tasks were the most basic within the field of Pharmacy. If one were to gauge by the learning progress of a Pharmacist apprentice, it would take Carly at least two to three years to refine her first successful product.

However, after transforming into a Pureblood Fairy, Carly’s understanding and control over magical plants were way more sensitive than those of a normal human wizard, and her perception of the subtle changes these magical plants underwent during potion preparation was also clearer.

Even Carly herself described that without the aid of any witchcraft abilities, her eyes could see special colors on the plants and judge their vitality, freshness, and other minute details invisible to human eyes through these colors.

This was the Fairy Clan’s racial talent. Faced with such an extraordinary talent, the potion geniuses among humans seemed rather lacking. It could be said that with this talent, every fairy had the potential to be a pharmacist, and a pureblood fairy like Carly even had the makings of a Potion Master.

Like with the physical potion, Carly went from the start of her studies to a successful concoction in less than two weeks. Even throughout this process, Lucien hadn’t used his identification ability to help Carly pinpoint any issues in the potion to "speed up" her progress.

Such speed, if placed among human Wizard Apprentices, would certainly be impossible. But for a pureblood Moon Fairy? It could only be considered a rather normal rate of progress, at most a slight indication of talent.

Carly seemed to realize this too, and couldn’t help showing off a little.

"Mentor Lucien... hehehe," Carly chuckled sheepishly while gesturing a "scissors hand" sign, as if to remind Lucien that she’d concocted the physical potion in just two weeks.

Lucien glanced at the gloating Carly without a word, just picked up the physical potion she passed him, shook it gently for a moment, examined it closely, and nodded slightly. "Not bad, though the potion hasn’t reached perfect quality, it’s still of a superior grade."

Upon hearing the praise from Mentor Lucien, Carly’s smile grew even more radiant, "Mentor Lucien, for future potions..."

"However, there’s still considerable room for improvement," Lucien looked at Carly and delivered the classic line.

Carly blinked her eyes, sensing something indefinably frightening about the smile on Lucien’s face.

"Mentor Lucien... you... you’re not suggesting that there’s considerable room for improvement in the potion formula, are you?" Carly, recalling the "fear" she felt before when dealing with Lucien, asked with some uncertainty, but then quickly shook her head, laughing, feeling that this was truly beyond her comprehension.

"How could that be? After all, these potion formulas are classic recipes that have emerged after continuous research and exploration by numerous pharmacists..."

"Smart. But before studying new formulas, I think I can give you a homework question. If you were to perfect the physical potion formula, how would you go about it?" Lucien smiled as he flicked Carly’s little forehead.

Carly blinked her eyes, her mouth slightly agape, looking at Lucien as if she was staring at a demon.