Lecturing

Babel Tower opened, and Aixi slowly walked inside. Before long, Dole's own people—Dino, Kanchel, Libesha, Gideon, Mora, Hanna, Annie—as well as his collaborators Raman, Skitch, Bernard, and the others, entered from outside.

They looked at Dole, shaken by the immense power emanating from him.

A seventh-level Wizard. In all their lives, the only seventh-level Wizards they had seen were Lord Puyousi from afar and Lord Allen. They had never expected the third seventh-level Wizard they would encounter to be Dole.

Everyone fell silent, their expressions solemn or excited as they looked at Dole.

They had all come to congratulate him.

Dole smiled and nodded to everyone. After chatting casually for a while, his expression turned serious as he slowly said, "Now that I've advanced to the seventh level, I'll have a great deal more free time. When the time comes, I'll personally hold some classes to explain matters of cultivation, potions, magic patterns, and formations. I hope everyone will participate enthusiastically. Albis City is not in a particularly favorable location. We need high-end strength to hold the line. I hope all of you can raise your own strength. Whether you're on the elemental side, the alchemy side, or the potion side, I hope every one of you can stand on your own."

Dole's words struck the ground with force, sonorous and powerful. He was speaking to himself, and he was also speaking to everyone else.

Was Dole truly that free? Actually, he was not. But he had two great avatars, and the number of Mystic Corpse Worms was even enough to condense a third or fourth avatar.

No longer needing to worry about cultivation, Dole had truly saved up a portion of his mental power. Combined with the tremendous increase in his mental power, his speed in analyzing certain matters