Wizard: Max-Level Talent, Starting from a Zero-Circle Cantrip
Chapter 140

Quinn Won Over, "Lucy" Delivered to His Door, Dignity Crushed to Dust

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"If there are no other questions, let's adjourn. We can work out the details as we go."

"Yes, Minister."

"Yes, Lord Ian."

Everyone rose.

Vivian hurried off without delay. She needed to verify whether the formulas worked.

"Lord Ian, your personal carriage is being custom-made. Do you have any requirements?" Ed stopped and looked at Ian.

"Comfort and defense. Make it look good, too, if you can."

Ian thought for a moment before answering.

He did not ask for much. After seeing an Airship, an ordinary carriage held little appeal for him.

"And your Witch Robe and staff—our department has the materials to upgrade them to upper-grade Zero Ring items, if that suits you," Ed continued.

"Of course. Sorry for the trouble."

Ian nodded.

The benefits of being a minister really were different.

He handed his Witch Robe and staff to Ed, then changed into ordinary clothes.

Ian turned to Quinn. "Let's go straight to the Magic Plant Department. I want to see those new plants."

Quinn paused in surprise.

He moves that quickly?

"Of course."

Quinn nodded.

She was grateful, but she was not entirely convinced by Ian.

Magic plants demanded deep study. Brewing potions alone would not teach someone everything about them.

Riley and Renee had nothing else to do, so they decided to come along.

Before long, they arrived.

The Magic Plant Department had just one large botanical garden on the Academy grounds, at the easternmost edge of the Logistics Department.

It covered an enormous area.

As soon as Ian entered, he saw a vast field dense with magic, filled with all kinds of magic plants.

Quinn, however, led them into a separate laboratory.

Inside, more than a dozen magic plants stood in a pool of nutrient solution. They looked somewhat wilted.

"Magic plants change in all

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