Level 6 Rapid-Growth Gel

Locke looked at the description for the Rapid-Growth Gel in his hand—Level 6 Rapid-Growth Gel.

[Enhanced Rapid-Growth Gel. Its effects were close to those of Advanced Rapid-Growth Gel brewed by a Potions assistant.]

Locke thought, There's no special synthesis formula, but that doesn't matter. Once it's synthesized to Level 6, the boosted effects alone are already impressive.

He could brew Standard Rapid-Growth Gel himself, though its quality was currently poor. Advanced Rapid-Growth Gel, however, could only be brewed by wizards who had qualified as Potions assistants, usually First-Class Wizard Apprentices.

Witches like Sophia generally used Advanced Rapid-Growth Gel rather than brewed Standard Rapid-Growth Gel.

Advanced Rapid-Growth Gel could make ordinary magic plants mature within minutes, while Standard Rapid-Growth Gel required several days.

That was the difference.

Given his finances, he would not have been able to afford High-Grade Growth Accelerator for a long time. But now, it seemed that, at least for the moment, he had achieved freedom with Rapid-Growth Gel.

That was pretty good.

With enough Advanced Rapid-Growth Gel, the speed of each of his grafting and breeding experiments could increase by dozens of times.

The Wizarding World had always been like this. Wizards with resources could often accelerate their studies by investing vast amounts of resources.

Locke thought, But unless I earn a Potions assistant certificate, I can't openly sell Advanced Rapid-Growth Gel. Using it myself is fine.

Otherwise, I won't be able to explain where it came from.

Of course, if my relationship with Witch Sophia became closer and she backed me up, none of this would matter.

Locke shook his head and immediately came to his senses. Damn it, how could I think like that?

Witch Sophia is only my Academy teacher. I can't start thinking about relying on her.

She's a Formal Wizard, while I'm merely her student. If she notices anything unusual about me, there's no telling what she might do.

Wizards were selfish.

Especially when it came to improving their own wizard ranks.

Locke put the Level 6 Rapid-Growth Gel into a drawer, then placed his Mind-Calming Ointment inside as well and locked it.

Now that he was a Second-Class Wizard Apprentice, he could synthesize Level 6 items. Over this period, he had also been exploring new synthesis formulas.

If he could obtain better jade treasures, the rate at which his Mental Power grew could increase further.

Becoming a Child of the Element, close to a Level 7 Wizard Seedling, was not impossible!

Locke left his bedroom and waved to the Gray Dwarves in the living room. At once, they all turned respectfully, bowed to Locke, and waited for his orders.

Locke said, "I'm heading out. Remember to clean up, and don't let strangers into my room."

The Gray Dwarves hurriedly said to Locke, "Honored wizard master, your command is our divine oracle."

"Great wizard master, it is our honor to serve you. We thank you with all our hearts for allowing us to serve you..."

The door of the Academy-provided villa was an alchemical product with basic enchantments. It came with a Magic Lock and was a magic door, so it offered basic security.

Moreover, each of these Gray Dwarves possessed the physical qualities of the Knight attendants Lorne had mentioned, giving them a certain degree of combat ability.

After all, those Knights themselves were the products of wizards' bloodline modification experiments.

The Gray Dwarves branded with his spiritual mark would be completely loyal to him. Because their souls contained his Mental Power imprint, they would no longer fear other wizards.

That was why such Gray Dwarves were rather sought-after in the slave markets of the Southeastern Corner Region.

The Academy had given him three Gray Dwarves as a benefit. But if they died, he would have to go to the slave market in Chimera Market to buy another batch, and that would cost quite a bit.

Locke walked through Knockturn Alley, where the roads were paved with square bricks.

The streets were somewhat narrow, and there were few pedestrians. The Second-Class Wizard Apprentices were always rushing about, occupied with their own business.

But there were no opportunists here like those on Dwarf Street who wanted to swindle Wizard Seedlings.

On one hand, this was the core area of Lilith's Cottage. On the other, no Second-Class Wizard Apprentice would be foolish enough to be so easily deceived.

Locke left Knockturn Alley, hired a Lizardman-drawn cart, and headed for the registration point of Lilith's Cottage's Patrol Squad.

About half an hour later, the Lizardman pulled the cart across half the city and brought Locke to a cluster of wooden houses in the wilderness southwest of the city.

After getting out of the cart, Locke crossed the ring of runic stones surrounding the wooden houses. The Academy Badge on the white wizard robe over his chest flashed, and he entered the barrier.

Locke looked around and found many Second-Class Wizard Apprentices standing around the wooden houses.

The Academy's Patrol Squad was basically made up entirely of Second-Class Wizard Apprentices. First-Class Wizard Apprentices were unlikely to serve as guards and patrol the Academy all day.

After all, the Patrol Squad only inspected the Academy's internal territory. It was not responsible for guarding the Academy's entrance barrier or its key routes of entry and exit. Those were the areas that Formal Wizards and First-Class Wizard Apprentices needed to focus on protecting.

Locke raised his assignment letter and said, "Captain Bruno Suarez, I am Second-Class Wizard Apprentice Locke Augustine. By the orders of my mentor, Witch Sophia, and the Academy, I have come to report for duty."

As soon as Locke finished speaking, quite a few Second-Class Wizard Apprentices turned to look at him.

Unlike Wizard Apprentices from other areas, these people carried the bloody aura that could only come from having experienced real slaughter.

They soon turned back indifferently, then moved off quickly with hurried steps and tense expressions, climbing onto the backs of snails as large as carriages.

Iron seats hung from the snails' backs.

Locke frowned, because no one in the crowd stepped forward to answer him.

Suddenly, a Wizard Apprentice rushed out from the Enforcement Squad. He was a young man, and he shouted at Locke, "You're the newcomer, right? You're the fifth one this month."

"Get moving. Jump onto the back of my Engel Whirlwind Snail."

"Those Black Wizards have dumped another mess of monsters into our Academy's territory. People have died, and we're heading over now!"

"We don't have many rules here. Our only task is to ensure the Academy's safety!"