This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Nolian’s Anxiety

Chapter 31 -31 Nolian’s Anxiety

“The experiment failed, why did Experiment 013 fail?” Inside the laboratory, Nolian’s expression was somewhat manic.

He angrily threw the hemostatic clamp in his hand, then paced back and forth in the laboratory for a long time before his emotions gradually calmed down.

“It must be the culture medium that is problematic, the influence of the Lebule imprint is too significant.” Once calm, Nolian coldly picked up the scalpel and began to review his Experiment 013.

However, in addition to the obstacles encountered in the experiment, the reawakening of Lucien also irritated Nolian.

“Damn it, how did he expel the power of a Formal Wizard? My mentor personally told me that Lucien’s injuries were very severe.” Anger flickered in Nolian’s pale yellow eyes.

Although Lucien’s current strength was weaker than his, every Third-level Wizard Apprentice was a potential Formal Wizard. If Lucien had good luck and advanced to Formal Wizard before him, it would be no more difficult for him to kill Nolian than it would be to crush a bug.

Therefore, conflicts among Third-level Wizard Apprentices were rare. But once a major conflict occurred, they would try by all means to eliminate the other!

“I have now solidified 103 spirit runes, leaving only 5 spirit runes to reach the limit of a Third-level Wizard Apprentice.”

“Lucien must also know that I am very close to breaking through to Formal Wizard, and if I break through, I will definitely kill him. So he will definitely do everything possible to obstruct my advancement.”

Nolian’s gaze was dark. “Moreover, the Experiment 013, in which I felt very confident earlier, encountered problems. If I cannot perfect the wizard formation, my chances of advancing to a Formal Wizard will decrease even more!”

The gap between a Third-level Wizard Apprentice and a Formal Wizard was a vast chasm.

Even the difference between an ordinary person and a Third-level Wizard Apprentice is not as significant as that between a Third-level Wizard Apprentice and a Formal Wizard.

This is also why, within Greybone Academy, the many Third-level Wizard Apprentices could only attach themselves to multiple Formal Wizards rather than negotiate en masse with the rare Formal Wizards to gain more benefits.

And for a Third-level Wizard Apprentice to advance to Formal Wizard, it was also exceedingly difficult!

According to the Greybone Meditation Method’s advancement process, after a Third-level Wizard Apprentice successfully condenses 108 spirit runes, they need to use an “Advancement Ceremony” along with external aids and even better, consume supporting potions like “Holar’s Blessing” to increase the success rate.

But even with all these preparations, an apprentice with fifth-grade aptitude only had a less than 40% chance of successfully advancing to Formal Wizard. Should the advancement fail, the Spirit Sea would suffer impurities and fractures, requiring at least several years to recuperate. If one is unlucky or fails consecutively, the Spirit Sea could completely collapse, literally blowing one’s head apart!

For those Third-level Wizard Apprentices with lesser aptitudes, the success rates were even lower!

If a Third-level Wizard Apprentice intentionally causes trouble during the advancement… that’s practically a narrow escape from death.

Although Nolian wasn’t sure whether Lucien would be capable of interfering with his advancement, he was very clear about one thing — a dead person definitely wouldn’t be able to interfere with his advancement!

Therefore, the best strategy was to strike first while he still lead Lucien.

Thinking this, Nolian slightly lowered his head, his gaze icy cold.

However, within the academy, though both were Third-level Wizard Apprentices, he might be able to suppress Lucien by strength alone, but it was unlikely that he could kill him, and it might even lead to severe punishment from the academy.

Even if he could kill him, the cost would be extremely high.

But sometimes, killing doesn’t require one to act personally.

His biggest advantage over Lucien right now was that he had a Formal Wizard as a supporter behind him!

Now, Lucien had no one behind him.

Although it wouldn’t be difficult to find a Formal Wizard to rely on with Lucien’s current strength, at the very least, he didn’t belong to any factions of Formal Wizards yet!

This was his opportunity. Of course, the window for this opportunity was extremely brief.

“It seems I need to pay a visit to my mentor,” Nolian said with a pained expression.

Asking his own mentor for assistance was absolutely the most prudent method. After all, for a Formal Wizard to deal with a Third-level Wizard Apprentice was rather easy.

Although he would have to pay a considerable amount of resources to satisfy the greed of Mentor Loren, using Magic Stones and resources to remove the biggest obstacle to his advancement to Formal Wizard was, in Nolian’s view, worth it!

Thinking this, Nolian quickened his steps.

Meanwhile, on the dissection table in the laboratory, there lay a body that was already cold.

The body still had a dissecting scalpel stuck in its chest, its left arm hung naturally by its side, slightly swinging due to inertia. The metallic prosthetic limb occasionally collided with the metal support of the dissecting table, producing a faint sound. The hollow eyes were now staring lifelessly at the laboratory ceiling.

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“Hmm, I already know about it,” a lazy figure coiled on a soft red sofa said.

“Meow~” On a velvety pillow beside it, a black cat with three tails stretched lazily, wiggling its rear and flicking its tails, oblivious to Nolian who stood respectfully and attentively by its side.

A hand reached out from the sofa.

The black cat cleverly crawled closer in two steps instead of three, allowing its owner to have a better petting experience.

“Hmm.” The next moment, the person in the sofa slowly sat up; if one were to look at her face alone, she might be mistaken for an aristocratic young lady of seven or eight years old.

At this moment, Nolian bowed his head, not daring to look directly at Mentor Loren.

His mentor, due to an experimental accident, had her appearance forever fixed to what it was now; but as Loren’s student, Nolian knew that his mentor might be the most deadly amongst all the Formal Wizards at Greybone Academy.

Many of her students had turned into “quiet” dolls.

Thus, in front of Mentor Loren, Nolian kept his breathing as shallow as possible.

“If you want me to act, killing a Third-level Wizard Apprentice directly within the academy will cost five thousand Magic Stones,” Loren said as she petted her Magic Pet, her voice still sounding childlike yet experienced.

“Five thousand Magic Stones…” Nolian sucked in a cold breath inwardly. He bowed his head even further, not daring to contradict his mentor.

But at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel bitter.

Five thousand Magic Stones? That was more than his entire fortune!

“Killing a Third-level Wizard Apprentice is naturally easy for me, but killing a Third-level Wizard Apprentice without any reason would disrupt the rules.” Loren released the black cat she was petting and stretched out her hand to admire her delicate fingernails. “Rules are hard to establish but very easy to break.”