Because he had submitted his résumé before, these small wizard organizations had somehow gotten wind of it and sent him letters every day, hoping to invite him to teach there.
But there was no way he would go to any of them.
Locke glanced at the sender. "Archimedes Academy in the Black Rye Underground Domain? Isn't that a wizard academy focused mainly on the Alchemy School? And it's inside an underground mine."
Locke remembered the soot-covered Dwarf Tayne and shook his head. Forget it. He had no desire to go somewhere like that.
Locke opened the letter. Sure enough, the headmaster of Archimedes Academy had spared no effort in tempting him—promising a promotion every year, guaranteeing him a senior wizard mentor position within five years, and opening the Black Rye Underground Domain's only Formal Wizard-level Wizard Secret Realm to him, helping him advance to a Liquefaction Wizard within fifteen years.
Locke's expression darkened. Even without any magical resources, he was confident he could become a Liquefaction First-Ring Wizard within eight years. Yet the headmaster of Archimedes Academy actually thought helping him advance within fifteen years was impressive.
What, did the man know that the more he helped, the slower Locke would advance?
Locke said, "I can't go to these wizard organizations from ordinary Wizard Lands. They're practically trying to use me for free."
"If I were going somewhere like that, I might as well ask Professor Harlan Vela to write me a letter of recommendation for Esosend Weaving Fire Institute, the top Academy on Sunshadow Peninsula."
Locke snapped his fingers, summoning the Gray Mist Slate before him. It was vibrating wildly, alerting him that someone was trying to contact him.
Locke looked at the slate. Over the past half year, he had added quite a few Formal Wizards from Harlan