Societies and One Month

A month passed quickly.

At the Public Botanical Garden, Locke completed the handover with the First-Class Wizard Apprentice Hughes Coffman. They had not needed to meet in person, but Hughes Coffman had arrived half a day early at the five hundred acres of Public Magic Fields under Locke's care.

Hughes glanced over the five hundred acres of Public Magic Fields, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He had not expected a newly advanced First-Class Wizard Apprentice to tend the Magic Fields so well.

A Second-Class Wizard Apprentice at the Public Botanical Garden looked at Hughes Coffman in surprise. "Lord Coffman, why are you here? The handover should be tomorrow—"

Hughes Coffman waved a hand, dismissing the assistant, then approached Locke with a smile. "Hello. I'm Hughes Coffman. My wizard mentor is Harlan Vela."

"I specialize in Transfiguration and Botanical Magic. I'm a Formal Breeder." Hughes Coffman was a refined middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties. He seemed shrewd, with a smile in the corners of his eyes, yet he was not entirely unapproachable.

He looked like a fairly traditional White Wizard, dressed in a pale white wizard robe with blue stripes decorating its shoulders, and wearing a white Wizard Hat. To the current Locke, his Mana was indeed unfathomable; Locke had no idea what level it had reached.

Unlike the Third-Class Wizard Apprentice and Second-Class Wizard Apprentice stages, the gap between wizards at the First-Class Wizard Apprentice stage was enormous.

A wizard who had only just become a First-Class Wizard Apprentice might have barely over two hundred Mana, but those who had remained First-Class Wizard Apprentices for over a decade could very well possess five or six hundred.

And that was only Mana. The gap between them in knowledge, spellcasting experience, and number of certificates would