This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

The oppressive aura hung heavily above, with a tangible weight that suffocated even the thoughts of resistance among the Formal Wizards.

It seemed that should they dare to resist, an overwhelming force capable of easily crushing them would descend upon them.

"Damn it," Luotu Wizard felt this terrifying pressure and was filled with anger and reluctance in his chest, yet he dared not show it. Instead, he humbly removed his hat, bowed his head, and according to the ancient ceremonials of the Wizard Empire, he paid his deepest respect to the owner of the voice.

For it was a Level 3 Wizard, currently the only active Level 3 Wizard on the continent!

"We shall comply with Lord Delatore’s arrangements," the other two Second-level Wizards also had to stop their actions, bowing their heads while placing their right hands on their chests, their voices respectful.

"Hmm," the voice’s owner hummed softly, slightly hoarse, acknowledging the three Second-level Wizards’ response.

Above Wizard Luotu, a light portal appeared.

Thud—

A leather boot stepped out from the light portal, followed by a hunched old man with his energy entirely concealed, appearing just like an ordinary old man on his deathbed.

With each step, the white-robed elder walked down from the skyward light portal, with another similarly aged, gloomy old man following behind him.

"Grey Bone!" Seeing the elder behind, Luotu Wizard’s eyes seemed to spit flames, but he couldn’t let his emotions show, nor dared he, in front of the Level 3 Wizard.

"I am here to mediate the conflict between your four factions," Wizard Delatore spoke calmly, as if he were merely stating a fact.

"Within the next fifty years, the wizards of the four organizations are forbidden from initiating conflict. I, Delatore, will supervise. Anyone intentionally causing conflict or friction will die," the elder’s voice was calm, but it instantly released a terrifying pressure.

The tangible pressure surged forth, breezing past all apprentices and specifically targeting the more advanced life forms of Wizards, causing even their spiritual power to falter for a moment.

Boom—A Formal Wizard from the tower suddenly staggered and collapsed, having fallen unconscious due to being unable to bear the horrifying oppression because of his unstable foundation.

If not for Delatore consciously restraining it, the tangible spiritual pressure could have easily led to the death of that wizard due to spiritual power collapse, just like those apprentices who had just died under the spiritual attack of Helen Wizard, with their heads exploding like a watermelon at the limit of their spiritual power.

However, under this oppressive force, there were still those wizards with weaker willpower who gradually couldn’t withstand the immense mental pressure and ended up prostrating themselves on the ground.

Thump—thump—

Once the first one fell, one after another, the formal Wizards started prostrating, including a previously ferocious beast that exuded terrifying thunder and had golden hair draped over it, which now meekly subdued all its aura, trying its best to show humility before this mighty existence that could easily crush it.

"We will heed the great lord’s command!" If the Formal Wizards outside Greybone Academy harbored some anger within them, those within the academy showed the utmost cooperation and welcome.

If it weren’t for the discomfort they also felt under this pressure, many Formal Wizards would probably have burst out cheering by now.

After all, it was clear to any fool that Greybone Academy was merely moments from being breached, and if these wizards could not escape in time, they would face a gruesome fate in the hands of their enemies.

Now, they no longer needed to fight and even gained an additional fifty years of peace. Even if the hostile forces resurged after fifty years, they would have had ample time to move their possessions or even join a safer wizard organization.

However, for the wizards outside, especially those from the tower who had paid a price to temporarily lead the tripartite wizard powers, the mood was far from splendid now, especially for Luotu Wizard, who seeing Greybone Academy’s imminent downfall was suddenly halted by just a word from Delatore, had his anger and frustration accumulating to the extreme.

He unwillingly raised his head slightly to look at Grey Bone Wizard behind Delatore. If looks could kill, Grey Bone Wizard would have been reduced to nothing but bone dust at that moment.

For that core, he had been planning for decades, even going so far as to sacrifice half of his fortune, countless favors, contracts, and promises, even the lives of two Second-level Wizards just to finally break the seal on the relic and obtain its most central treasure.

But now, all was lost, shamelessly stolen by the despicable Grey Bone Wizard, and he couldn’t even enact the most basic revenge.

Frustration, anger, reluctance...

Wizard Luotu’s emotions were nearly exploding. He gritted his teeth, but then he suddenly thought of a critical point.

"Lord Delatore, you just mentioned that only conflicts among wizards were forbidden. Does this mean conflicts among apprentices are not covered within this restriction?" Wizard Luotu raised his head, suppressing his inner anger and reluctance, and asked respectfully.

Delatore glanced at him, then looked inconspicuously at the smiling Grey Bone Wizard beside him, before nodding slightly. "Formal Wizards or the dean level are not allowed to take action."

Wizard Luotu’s face revealed a cruel smile. He quite wanted to see whether Greybone Academy could continue to operate with only about a dozen Formal Wizards remaining!

"Lord Delatore..." the expression of Grey Bone Wizard changed slightly.

If all the Wizard Apprentices in Greybone Academy were to die, the academy would no longer be a continuous source of revenue for him, and could even become a burden in the short term!

This was like a company suddenly facing a disruption in its cash flow, which surely causes severe issues on all fronts.

Delatore glanced at the Grey Bone Wizard.

He was merely taking money to provide services, and protecting Greybone Academy brought no substantial benefits to him, especially since his contract with Grey Bone Wizard did not include protecting numerous apprentices!

However, soon a light flashed in Delatore’s eyes.

"Let’s do this, don’t act just yet. Three months from now, I will set up a battlefield specifically for the apprentices from all four quarters, where a mystic blood duel involving all your apprentices will take place."

"A battle to determine the victor, after which there should be no further disputes. If you are capable, try to cultivate as many excellent students as you can in these two months!" Delatore gave Wizard Luotu a look and then glanced at the somewhat pale-faced Grey Bone Wizard behind him, without saying much more.

"If you are willing to accept mediation, the Formal Wizards from your four organizations should come to me to sign the contract and bear witness, and those who aren’t willing, die." Delatore spoke casually, but his spiritual power swept over every Formal Wizard present.

"At that time, I will bring out some useful items from the alliance’s treasure and library rooms, such as the Meditation Method theoretically capable of training up to a Fourth-level Wizard, or some Witch Tools suitable for Formal Wizards. You Formal Wizards can trade them for badges from other academies, haha..."

Lucien’s pupils contracted slightly, while some Formal Wizards already showed greed in their eyes, their breathing getting heavier.

A grand gesture!

This Wizard Delatore was clearly tempting these Formal Wizards to place bets on some apprentices. These stakes would make the already perilous blood duel even more brutal, significantly reducing the chances of the apprentices surviving!

What exactly does he want to achieve?

Lucien was confused, but he also felt increasingly anxious.

As ordered by Delatore, all Wizard Apprentices had to participate in the battle three months later. In the Blood Duel Mystic Realm, no incidents involving apprentices could be interfered with by Formal Wizards, even avenging them after death was forbidden...

To be honest, while Lucien lusted after the items Delatore was offering, they weren’t urgently needed. If acquiring these items meant Carly had to risk her life or even face death, it definitely wasn’t worth it.

However, in this power struggle, Lucien had absolutely no control.

"Alright, you four deans come over, let’s discuss some details. Before the three-month blood duel is over, no internal fighting allowed!"

After saying this, Delatore flew directly into the light gate and then disappeared.

"Greybone Academy will temporarily be managed by Vice Dean Lucien. Also, take Dawson and the others to Guard Station number 1, to await my return and dealing with them." Before stepping into the light gate, the Grey Bone Wizard coldly glared at the previously captured Wizard Dawson and two others, then instructed coldly.

As he spoke, a token flew from Grey Bone Wizard’s hand, landing firmly in Lucien’s hand.

"Yes." Lucien bowed slightly, while the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

It seemed that the dean’s arrival might be earlier than they had anticipated.

But... Vice Dean, huh?

Lucien narrowed his eyes slightly, gently caressing the token that symbolized authority within Greybone Academy.

He then turned, observing the expressions of envy or brilliance on other Formal Wizards’ faces, nodded slightly, and then issued his first order as Vice Dean. "Take inventory of the losses, including the casualties among Wizard Apprentices."

"Yes." Even if the Formal Wizards felt resentful or unreconciled, they dared not show it at this moment, firstly because Lucien had just dealt with Second-level Wizard Helen using special means, and secondly because at this moment, Lucien somewhat represented the will of Grey Bone Wizard!

"Vice Dean Lucien...?" In the crowd, Carly blinked her eyes, struggling to recover from the series of turns.