"So many runes. Pick out the key ones, and there would only be four or five."
In the laboratory, Ian began making his selections.
He certainly would not choose advanced first-ring runes; all of them were core runes from the middle stage of the first ring.
As long as these runes reached Master Level, he could examine the conditions needed to complete them. That would be enough for him to uncover certain flaws and address them specifically.
"And this is also the fastest way."
Ian pondered.
Right now, every second counted. What the Academy wanted was efficiency—the faster, the better.
So after choosing a rune, he began inscribing it. This was how he learned runes.
This method worked exceptionally well with the panel.
The other Wizards watched Ian's movements with confusion, yet none of them voiced a question.
Mainly because, during this period, their analysis speed had been the fastest—even Connor's laboratory could not compare.
"So this is Lord Ian."
The fervor in Finny's eyes could not be concealed.
Hayden, standing beside him, pursed his lips. It seemed that the courage he had summoned on a whim back then
might have allowed him to attach himself to an extraordinary Wizard.
Time passed little by little.
On the front lines, the Flame Demons held the Alchemy Puppets of the Elemental Mysteries firmly under suppression, causing immense trouble.
That pressure naturally made its way to the project team as well.
Everyone became busy.
Ian's side, on the other hand, seemed rather idle. He was even inscribing runes, making it look as though he was neglecting his proper work.
Naturally, some people were dissatisfied.
Yet no one dared say anything. Some even reported it to Augusto, but given Ian's current status, it had no effect whatsoever.
Elsewhere, Connor's gaze flickered when he heard