Reward

Chapter 373: Reward

In the days that followed, the wizards settled down within this towering palace that bore the plane.

More precisely, they mostly remained within the grand hall where they had first gathered.

The hall was immensely spacious, its vaulted ceiling a hundred meters high. Even several thousand people would not have made it feel crowded.

The basic supplies needed for daily meals were provided and attended to by the well-trained servant races under Grand Mentor Anton Buchanan.

For Benjamin, aside from being unable to immediately conduct complex experiments requiring specific large-scale instruments, the rhythm of life was not much different from his usual periods of secluded cultivation in the laboratory—he had merely moved his research site from his private lab to a corner of this public hall.

He remained immersed in the sea of knowledge, Knowledge Crystal in hand, his mind sunk within it, deaf to the clamor outside.

And it was not only Benjamin. Among the wizards present, regardless of seniority, almost none had the temperament to squander their time.

This rare grand gathering of fellow disciples had become the perfect platform for them to exchange ideas and engage in discussion.

The second-generation wizards sought out fellow brothers and sisters they knew well. Some spoke in low voices, while others debated fiercely, their discussions invariably involving profound theories of laws and cutting-edge Alchemy and rune technology.

When interest took hold, some even pulled out portable experimental equipment they carried with them and began testing their ideas right in the open space of the hall. They did not care in the slightest if they stirred up minor elemental tides or spatial distortions; the high-level wizards present could smooth them over with a wave of the hand.

Even the supreme Wizard Noren often discussed various matters of knowledge and