Headmaster Elliott's drift bottle soon came back.
Locke watched a recording of him. In it, Headmaster Elliott sat in a wheelchair, his face haggard and his spirits low. He looked utterly exhausted.
He seemed drained, as though he had overexerted himself. As a water purifier with profound academic expertise in water magic, he should have looked radiant and full of vitality.
Headmaster Elliott sat in his wheelchair with his hands clasped, his expression warmly welcoming.
"Instructor Locke, our academy needs this magical plant. I've looked it over, and it's truly powerful. What's more, according to your introduction, it can destroy magical artifacts. That makes it a perfect counter to the White Ice Tower's magic. Thank you so much. Locke, I thought you might have forgotten my request. I never expected you to keep it in mind."
"I owe you a favor."
"A very great favor. Honestly, if you were only looking out for your own interests, negotiating directly with the White Ice Tower's wizards would probably make it easier to resolve the issue of your quota on the Heaven River Coast. That's why I believe your help for the Tidal Grand Wizard Tower has gone beyond mere self-interest. I'm deeply grateful. Perhaps once this is over, I can give you a permanent share of our tidal magic springwater."
"That's the Tidal Grand Wizard Tower's most valuable magical resource. But Instructor Locke, how are we supposed to wield such a powerful magical plant? Our tower has no botany wizard that capable. Or do you have another solution?"
Locke had reached an agreement with Witch Belinda. She bought three of his super sword-tiger orchid dragon sparrows at six million magic stones apiece.
Locke warned her not to buy too many. Magical plants were living things, after all. Once she brought them back,