Three Years Later: Changes, the Situation, and Ian's Urgency!
Three years later.
Alchemy Salon.
Pushing aside the curtain of hanging plants, Ian slowly walked into the familiar rooftop gathering spot.
"Ian."
A second-ring alchemist in a gray Witch Robe rose to greet him, his tone carrying a hint of respect.
"Ulysses, your recent projects have been quite good. Keep up the good work."
Ian nodded at him encouragingly.
This young wizard was Ulysses, a second-ring alchemist who had only recently advanced.
Hearing Ian's praise, the wizard's face immediately lit up with delight.
Though Ian might only have advanced four or five years before him, he knew perfectly well that the difference in their status and abilities was as vast as clouds and mud.
Ian sat down and chatted with Aston beside him.
"Aston, if only I had Lord Ian's talent," he said with a sigh.
Hearing this, Aston thought.
Aston's gaze could not help but fall upon Ian, who was seated beside Jonah's main seat. The latter nodded to him, making him sigh even more deeply.
It had only been three years.
How had Ian's status risen so quickly?
He was still sitting here, while Ian had already taken a seat at Jonah's side.
But when he recalled everything Ian had done in the Alchemy Department over the past three years, he suddenly felt that it was only natural.
Ulysses continued, "I heard that ever since three years ago, the lights in Lord Ian's alchemy laboratory have never been turned off. He works nearly twenty-four hours a day. Yet every task and small project Lord Ian takes on ends up being of astonishing quality. In just three years, he has submitted several patents for material improvements, all of which were accepted by the Academy."
"Indeed."
Aston could not help sighing