Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy - Chapter 421 - Chapter 421: Chapter 420: Waves Arising

Chapter 421: Chapter 420: Waves Arising

The dark elves were a matriarchal society, and the Qingqi tribe was diminishing in male influence; both places were known for their beauties. As Ivan traveled through, he did not see a single person of below-average appearance.

From the water pavilion to the council hall, Elder Bayer acted warmly, but unfortunately, the others had their minds occupied and showed only lukewarm responses.

He went straight to the point, expressed his gratitude to Ivan once again, and tentatively asked about the required compensation since Ivan was not indebted to the Qingqi tribe.

Engaging a Level 3 Sorcerer for a month and involving the tribe’s first sorcerer’s advancement was not something to be settled with mere words of thanks.

Out of respect for Dorothy and Angus, Ivan kept his demands reasonable. He only had two specific requests; one was for a recipe of a lifeforce potion, and the other was fine wine.

The latter seemed like an addition; as for the rest, Elder Bayer could decide as he saw fit since Ivan was not particularly concerned, his standards having increased now.

The Qingqi tribe had wide connections and interests. Elder Bayer agreed to the terms without hesitation.

Soon, Ivan and his companions boarded the Lanque airship and departed from the Qingqi Lake area.

Elder Bayer watched the airship until it disappeared from sight.

“Elder, Elder, has the great scholar from Marichadon already left?” As Elder Bayer’s smile faded, a crisp, urgent voice spoke from behind.

He turned and smiled at the young girl who was running up to him.

“Little Dan Lin, you’ve just missed them by a step. The scholars have urgent matters and have already left on the airship.”

“Oh no, I haven’t yet explained the situation to the great scholar from Marichadon. He must have misunderstood me; what should I do now?” Dan Lin looked disappointed and mumbled.

“You’re overthinking it, how could such a wise man misunderstand your intentions?” said Elder Bayer, his eyes twinkling as he consoled her.

“You’re right, Elder. Otherwise, how could he have stood out among so many sorcerers to become a great scholar?” Dan Lin thought about it and seemed convinced, but then her face fell again.

“That–that means the great scholar doesn’t like me, so he said those words. I–I–”

“Hehe, you’ve only met once and spent a few hours together, and he saw you at your most disheveled. It’s hardly a matter of liking or not liking.”

“Elder, is there a way you could help me?”

“Dan Lin, do you really want to stay with the great scholar from Marichadon in the future?” Elder Bayer asked seriously.

“Yes, yes. Isn’t that where the children of our Qingqi tribe belong? My sister did the same, and I chose the great scholar from Marichadon. Please teach me, Elder,” the girl eagerly nodded.

“Very well, you have already embarked on the path of a sorcerer, and the tribe cannot offer you much direct help anymore. Being with the great scholar might be beneficial for you.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“I’ll tell you, the great scholar has requested a batch of fine wine from the tribe. Wine doesn’t benefit cultivation; I think it’s his personal preference. If you want to win his favor, you should cater to his tastes.”

“I understand now. I’ll learn how to make fine wine properly and then go to East Capital to find the great scholar.”

Upon hearing this, Dan Lin’s eyes lit up, and she ran off without a second thought for the elder.

Watching her retreating figure, Elder Bayer’s expression turned solemn.

Long ago, the Qingqi tribe wasn’t like this; its people weren’t so quickly swayed by emotions, nor were they so blindly devoted. However, everything changed one day when they became subservient to others.

He shook his head slightly, sighed heavily, and walked back toward the water pavilion he had come from.

If one cannot escape the fate of being a mere pawn, then one must bear the burden with grace and demonstrate their value. This was the only way for the Qingqi tribe to survive and prosper.

…

On the airship Lanque, Ivan was organizing his gains.

On the Academic Prodigy panel, “Witchcraft Civilization Studies” had earned 400 Experience Points, advancing from Level 3 to Level 4, bringing with it a Level 4 Light of Great Wisdom.

In material terms, he’d acquired both potions and fine wines.

The potion was named “Lake Tears,” a high-quality potion for replenishing lifeforce, mostly made from materials sourced from rivers and oceans. The ingredients weren’t particularly rare, but they weren’t cheap.

For him, the cost was never an issue, nor were the channels for obtaining them.

The wines were few, and although he was not a professional taster, he could tell that these wines were nowhere near the quality of those from the royal court of the Night Elves.

He understood, after all, the Qingqi clan was far weaker than the Night Elves.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

“Come in.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Ivan saw that it was Sorcerer Dorothy. With a casual gesture towards the door, it slowly opened. Dorothy gestured briefly and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

Seeing her unprecedented solemn expression, Ivan felt a stir in his heart; this time, she probably had some ulterior motives.

“Sorcerer Ivan, I think we need to have a serious talk,” Dorothy said directly after taking a seat to one side.

“We are both serving in the East Capital; feel free to speak,” Ivan replied, his expression unchanged.

“Forgive my presumption, but was the second sorcery array you used newly researched?” she asked.

“Sort of.”

“Was it researched for the sorcerer advancement project?”

“There was that consideration, but not entirely, mainly for my own cultivation. In fact, the creation of the Black Magic Wind Fire Array was similar.”

Ivan felt no need to hide anything; sorcerers were a group that followed self-interest.

Moreover, when he had researched the Black Magic Wind Fire Array, he hadn’t even arrived at the Chanay Continent yet; how could he consider issues from the perspective of the sorcerer world? That was unrealistic.

“I’ll be straightforward, as you know, our sorcerers’ overall strength isn’t strong; we really need your research on sorcery arrays. If you could, like last time, the higher-ups would definitely reward you generously; you would receive more than what you give,” Dorothy urged.

That wasn’t entirely untrue, but what the sorcerer world lacked was top-level strength, not a greater number of low-level sorcerers.

Ivan was very clear about this; her words obviously skewed the concept.

“Sorcerer Dorothy, does this request represent the City Lord, or is it your personal stance?” he asked solemnly.

“Myself,” Dorothy replied after staring at him for a while.

“My answer is that the time isn’t right, and it’s not appropriate to teach this publicly yet,” Ivan stated firmly.

Indeed, Level 2 and Level 3 sorcerers could also be cultivated through Secret Techniques.

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The prerequisite was that the individual had certain talents, not minding the consumption of resources, and also required the intervention of someone much more powerful. However, this method wasn’t universally applicable and would consume the potential of those being cultivated.

Dorothy was a Level 3 Sorcerer born out of such a method, and the one who cultivated her was the East Capital’s City Lord, Philomina.

Compared to sorcerers who advanced on their own, Dorothy’s strength wasn’t that great and ignoring some external factors, she was even at the bottom.

Facing Dorothy, it mattered more to most people whom she represented, the City Lord.

For Ivan, it was similar; his strength certainly surpassed Dorothy’s by a considerable margin, and in this world where power was respected, he certainly had no need to humble himself to accept Dorothy’s impolite demands.