Truth Institute Castle's third floor.
The hundred-person round-table conference room was not hosting the fund defense solely for Locke. After all, everyone was a wizard, time was limited, and everyone was busy.
Today, four researchers, including Locke, had gathered to give their closing reports for their Third-Tier Truth Institute Fund projects.
At that moment, Locke was waiting outside the door. Among the wizards presenting their closing reports today, he was ranked third.
At that moment, Witch Freya pushed open the door and walked out, softly exhaling. "I'm finished. Unfortunately, I still couldn't convince the review panel to agree to expand my current Third-Tier Fund project into a Second-Tier Truth Institute Fund project."
"Locke, it's your turn to go in. I hope you have good luck."
Locke said, "Thank you, Freya."
Locke entered the conference room. Thirteen wizards were seated inside, but the main reviewers were a Second-Ring Wizard from Golden Crown Mountain Truth Institute, a Second-Ring Wizard from Boniface University Truth Institute, and a Third-Ring Wizard from Quinn Joel Prophecy Arcane University.
Locke paused when he saw the emblem of Quinn Joel University on the Third-Ring Wizard's robes. After all, only a few days ago, because of Albert's matter, he had read a large number of articles from Quinn Joel University's Constructor Academy.
This Third-Ring Wizard from Quinn Joel University, Hao Brooks, was an old man with long white hair and a white beard. He wore a pair of plain glasses and a white wizard's robe.
At the same time, judging from the badge he wore, Locke determined that he was only a Third-Ring Wizard, not a Throne Wizard.
He should be a prophet.
A Third-Ring Wizard of the Divination School!
At the same time, he was also a Breeder.
Third-Ring Wizard Hao seemed easygoing. He greeted Locke. "Young wizard,