In his dormitory at the Golden Crown Mountain Truth Institute, Locke looked over the information Witch Catherine had sent through the Water Hyacinth Network. There were two documents.
Both were encrypted magic books.
Locke opened the first: the Spiritual Breath Breeding Method.
He sat down at his desk and waved a hand. A magic lamp lit up, and he told the Wood Elf servant in the room, "Prepare me some cold-brewed Bluefish Tea."
Bluefish Tea could keep his Mental Power sharply focused and help him absorb information.
That mattered especially for the Spiritual Breath Cultivation Method, whose magical script put pressure on the soul merely by being read.
If a Wizard Apprentice tried to read a book like this, it could crush their soul.
The Wood Elf maid looked troubled.
"I'm sorry, master. It isn't that I don't want to serve you. I simply can't cold-brew Bluefish Tea."
Locke frowned, then remembered that she was only a mortal servant the Academy had assigned him for free. She could follow a fixed procedure and steep tea bags prepared by a tea master. Apprentice Level tea was manageable, but asking her to brew First Ring Bluefish Tea was too much.
"I understand," Locke said. "Go clean the room."
No wonder so many Formal Wizards liked to put apprentices to work on odd jobs.
Some tasks simply could not be done by mortal servants. They required Wizard Apprentices.
He went to the kitchen himself and found where the Bluefish Tea was stored.
Second-Ring Wizards at the Truth Institute received plenty of benefits, mostly for daily living. They could collect Magic Rice each month, for example, and their dormitories were allotted a certain amount of magical tea.
He received a monthly allotment of Bluefish Tea bags.
Only five, of course. It was a clever