Feathered Serpent Ancient Pavilion
That afternoon, Locke met an unremarkable-looking young First-Class Wizard Apprentice in his quarters. Judging by the aura of his soul, the man was no older than forty, and his mana stood at 600.
A First-Class Wizard Apprentice of that age would still have counted as young and accomplished in the Southeastern Corner Region. At Lilith's Cottage, at least, he would have been on the same level as Locke's old friends Anglu and Aixi.
But in the Cloud Marsh Wetland, he apparently counted as fairly ordinary and could only work under Old George at the Dragonblood Gathering's agency.
Locke handed him the documents. "I want you to use these key experimental results to write four papers. I plan to submit them to Q2 journals. Can you do it?"
The First-Class Wizard Apprentice swallowed. To Old George, of course, Locke's request would have been nothing difficult.
After all, the key experimental data and procedures were already complete. They had even secured approval for a project under the Truth Institute's Third-Class Project Fund.
Writing the papers should therefore have been simple enough.
All they had to do was act as emotionless writing machines. But for a First-Class Wizard Apprentice from a small wizard organization, the sudden mention of Q2 journals still put him under considerable pressure.
"I can give it my best, Professor Augustine."
"Your experimental data is excellent, but I'm afraid my abilities might not be enough to produce the papers you need."
Locke nodded. This wizard apprentice was named Luca Schneider, and he came from a small wizard organization near Golden Crown Mountain called the Scribes' Society.
The Cloud Marsh Wetland covered a vast area.
It contained countless wizard organizations and mortal nations, and Old George was the leader of the Scribes' Society.
Old George was also