142: The College's Plan

Green emerged from Mentor Bruceklin's office.

He was greatly shaken!

Facing Green, who had already entered the core decision-making level of the Academy, Vice Dean Bruce Kline disclosed many secrets about Formal Wizards to Green.

Among them, the most shocking and unsettling point was—

The Guardian of the Heart of Plants—His Excellency Joyce might be reaching the end of his lifespan!

As Plant Heart Wizard Academy's only Formal Wizard, the towering pillar that had existed since its inception might soon collapse!

How could this not cause worry!

How could this not leave one at a loss!

...Fortunately, Green had matured by now.

Three years of arduous trials and tribulations were not in vain; they all transformed into the nourishment for Green's rapid growth during his missions.

The Green of today was no longer the Green who first arrived.

He arrived on the first floor of the Wizard Tower.

Green lowered his head, looking at the Wizard Tower's floor, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the thick floor to see His Excellency Joyce directly.

According to Vice Dean Bruce Kline, His Excellency Joyce, due to health reasons in recent years, could only stay on the negative first floor of the Wizard Tower, where the elemental concentration was higher.

On the negative first floor, there was the entire Wizard Tower's energy center—a sub-elemental pool.

This was also the center of the Wizard Academy's protective array and the focal point for gathering elements.

"No wonder ordinary apprentices have never seen His Excellency Joyce; I haven't seen His Excellency Joyce since I entered the Wizard Tower either."

"Is he severely injured and using the power of the sub-elemental pool to heal?"

"Or is it truly as the Vice Dean said, that his lifespan is nearing its end, and he has to rely on the power of the sub-elemental pool to delay aging?"

..."Hoo..."

Green exhaled heavily.

He tried his best to ignore the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Regardless of His Excellency Joyce's current situation, Green had no other choice now.

Formal Wizard, only by becoming a Formal Wizard as quickly as possible was the best way to resolve all crises.

In Mist Coast, this nascent Wizard World, Formal Wizards were like behemoths lurking in various resource-rich areas; only by becoming a Formal Wizard could the Wizard Academy's reputation be preserved.

A Wizard Academy without a Formal Wizard to support it would sooner or later be devoured by the hungry wolves hidden in the darkness.

"I must become stronger!"

"My current speed isn't fast enough; I can't stop now."

Green secretly swore in his heart:

"A Formal Wizard is the end of a stage; before reaching that end, I must never give up halfway."

"For the peaceful atmosphere I cherish, for cultivating my Heart of Plants, isn't it just about working myself to the bone? I'll go all out!"

Finally, after a fierce stare at the floor, Green turned and left, heading to the 6th-floor Natal Wizardry Study Room... On the underground negative first floor of the Wizard Tower that Green had been thinking about.

Eighty percent of this floor's area was occupied by a huge pool. Strangely, this pool was filled with active elemental particles.

Due to the extremely high concentration, a shallow layer of flowing elemental spring, like water, covered the bottom of the pool. A huge semi-circular light shield was inverted on the floor, more than eight meters high.

But surprisingly, the concentration of elemental particles inside the arc-shaped light shield was extremely high, turning into a mist, yet the bottom of the pool was only shallow, less than a meter deep.

"Alas..."

At this moment, an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a loose white wizard's robe, sat beside the elemental pool. His face was as tender and rosy as a baby's, his eyes were bright and piercing, and he held a brown staff with a striking green gem on top.

"Little Bru, isn't what you're doing a bit too extreme?"

"I'm afraid this child might go astray?"

In front of the staff-wielding old man was a magic projection, and the image showed the Academy's Vice President, Mentor Bruceklin, who had just finished talking with Green.

Bruce Kline, who held a high position and power in the Heart of Plants, was renowned outside, and was over 110 years old, was now performing a disciple's bow to this staff-wielding old man, his demeanor extremely respectful.

If this got out, it would surely drop a lot of jaws.

But the conversation between the two was very private and natural, making one wonder who this staff-wielding old man truly was.

...In the projection, Bruce Kline respectfully replied:

"Teacher, I am doing this out of necessity."

"Your time is running out, and the Academy's elemental pool reserves won't last for many years. We must prepare early."

The staff-wielding old man shook his head helplessly and slowly said:

"You are playing with fire."

"Little Bru, you should know that no human nature can withstand temptation and deception."

"You must not mess up an otherwise excellent situation and cause the Academy's rising stars to become disloyal to the Academy."

"Teacher, this is the joint decision of the disciples, and it has been thoroughly considered."

Vice Dean Bruce Kline still had his head slightly bowed, respectfully explaining:

"Serious illnesses require strong medicine. Now that the Academy is at a critical juncture of survival, we don't have much time to wait slowly."

"Twenty years, at most only twenty years."

"But in these twenty years, how many potential seeds for Formal Wizards can the Academy cultivate?"

"Green is already the most outstanding in the last thirty years, and his experience is relatively simple, so his Mind Bottleneck must also be relatively simple. As long as he can break through the Mind Bottleneck in a short time, we will have hope of cultivating him into a Formal Wizard."

..."Alas..."

"This is also my fault; if I hadn't broken through so early, it would have been better."

The staff-wielding old man sighed, somewhat blaming himself.

"Teacher, please don't say that."

"It is we students who are not up to par, each of us lacking good fortune and the destiny of a Formal Wizard."

"But Teacher, please rest assured, we will do our utmost, and we will cultivate a Formal Wizard successor before you leave."

"Please, you must support us."

..."Plant Heart Academy is the fruit of my over 100 years of effort."

"It is also the place required by my sect's inheritance."

"Like you all, I also don't want to see it ruined in an instant."

"Let it be, let it be..."

"I haven't inquired about Academy matters for nearly fifty years, and I'm not very clear about the Academy's talent cultivation and planning anymore."

"So be it, Little Bru, everything will proceed according to your plan."

"Let me know in advance if you need my cooperation."

"Teacher, rest assured."

Vice Dean Bruce Kline said, his eyes filled with tears and a choked voice:

"Even if it costs us old bones..."

"We will never let the Heart of Plants fall..."

"Thank you, Teacher..."