Without any surprises, after Green left his Mentor's laboratory and returned to the villa assigned by the Academy, before he had the chance to make any further arrangements, the Academy's teleportation array had already begun flashing nonstop. Large numbers of Wizards arrived at the Academy, all to commission Green to make Potions.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Grandmaster Green!" A man in a black robe respectfully said this to Green before slowly backing out of the villa.
The man in the black robe left quickly. After all, at the White Wizard Academy, he was far too conspicuous dressed in black.
Although the Black Wizards and White Wizards had temporarily set aside their differences during the World War, their differing ideologies meant that lingering too long at each other's headquarters could easily trigger a conflict.
Sitting beside the villa window, with sunlight shining over him, Green watched the black-robed man recede into the distance through the window. He let out a long breath. But after lowering his head and glancing at the bracelet on his right hand, his face clouded over again.
Large numbers of High-Ranking Wizards had come to Green, almost every one carrying a large number of soul crystal orbs and requesting that he make Tears of All Souls Potion for them. These souls were almost all from High-Ranking Fairies of the Fairy World, with only a very small number belonging to Demonic Beasts from the East Coast.
Green had the Chip record the numbers. There were more than a thousand Fairy souls comparable to Formal Wizards alone, and several hundred Second-Level souls. Third-Level souls were much rarer—only a few dozen—and their strength was not particularly high, barely meeting the standard.
"When will I ever finish all this?" Green raised his bracelet and said helplessly.
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