After sorting out the blueprint of the Stigma's laws, Lynn wasted no time preparing to travel to the Goblin World for his advancement.
The Academy's teleportation area bustled with wizards and apprentices coming and going. Some had just returned, while others were about to depart.
The teleportation array in the Goblin World was not a standard destination established by the Academy, so most arrays could not send him there.
Lynn walked to a single-person teleportation array in the corner, where a service counter catered exclusively to Formal Wizards.
Behind the counter sat a One-Ring Wizard who looked to be in his early thirties, reading a very thick book.
Lynn tapped on the counter.
The One-Ring Wizard looked up. At the sight of the badge on Lynn's chest, he froze, then hurriedly rose and bowed.
"My lord, do you wish to teleport?"
Lynn took a crystal from his ring and handed it to the wizard.
The crystal contained the coordinates of the teleportation array in the Goblin World. He had set it up before leaving all those years ago, precisely for this day.
The One-Ring Wizard took the crystal and inserted it into a slot in the console.
A string of data appeared on the screen. He glanced at it, then at Lynn, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
"My lord, these coordinates aren't in the Academy's teleportation network. They'll need to be recalibrated."
"I know."
The One-Ring Wizard hesitated.
"My lord, calibrating the coordinates will take time, and the fee..."
"Five hundred magic stones."
Lynn counted out five hundred magic stones from his ring and placed them on the counter.
For a teleportation that required the destination coordinates to be inscribed anew, it was safer to leave the work to a professional Formal Wizard. It was expensive, but the