Wizard: Max level talent, starting from zero-ring trick.

Chapter 50 A Dramatic Turn in the Situation, First Encounter with Doug

"205!"

Although it increased by five points, Ian could still feel the change.

"And this is just the beginning."

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly.

By now, all obstacles to improving one's talents have been removed.

The only thing holding him back is time.

"Next, I will focus on improving the configuration technology and honing the witchcraft I already possess."

Ian's eyes flickered.

........

the next day.

Ian did not go to the Potions Department.

He has visited more than fifteen days this month.

He planned to spend the rest of his time practicing other forms of witchcraft.

After what happened with Ross, he realized that maintaining a certain level of magical combat power was still very necessary.

He also noticed that Mickey seemed to care about this a bit!

Although I don't quite understand, since Mickey cares, it's definitely the right thing for him to train more.

In the blink of an eye.

Half a month has passed.

Ian had mastered all three spells of acid splashing, but the materials for casting the spells had been used up.

Ian has reached the final stage of understanding the feather that Mickey gave him. Give him a few more days and he will definitely be able to get the basics!

I've also mastered more than half of the guiding techniques.

Because of a lack of materials, the character "Glimmering Eye" has been stuck at the proficient level for half a month.

"I'll go to Minister Vivian tomorrow to ask for the supporting materials for the 'Eye of Glimmer'."

Ian decided.

It's been half a month already, so it shouldn't be that exaggerated, but it's enough to showcase my talent.

the next day.

As soon as Ian stepped out the door, he saw his neighbor, Main Thomas, the middle-aged man from the Plant Department, walking out anxiously.

"Good morning, Ian the pharmacist."

Although Maine was anxious, he immediately put on a smile.

Ian is very familiar with this.

This has been the case ever since Maine found out that he had advanced to the level of a junior pharmacist.

"What happened?"

"Ian asked."

The anxiety on Maine's face was almost visible to the naked eye.

"Oh dear!" Upon hearing this, Maine's face immediately turned ugly. "Something terrible has happened."

"This morning, the Blackrock School launched an attack on several of the Horton School's core resource points, inflicting heavy casualties on the School. But worse still, some of these resource points were captured by the Blackrock School!"

Ah? ?

Ian was stunned for a moment.

The main reason is that this news is simply too shocking.

The so-called core resource points are the most essential assets of the school, and the most important assets that support the operation of the Horton School of Wizardry.

Even if only one of them is captured, the school of thought would probably feel a great deal of pain.

Not to mention several.

It seems that for some time to come, the academic circles will be far from peaceful.

"That's all for now. One of our potions departments has also had its plantation captured. The department needs to have a meeting, so I'll take my leave now, Ian the Pharmacist."

As he spoke, Maine hurriedly left.

Ian returned to the house and looked out the window.

At this time, the Emerald Avenue was filled with wizards hurrying about.

Especially in the combat division, many wizards were fully armed and headed out of the school.

"We'd barely settled down in the Potions Department when the situation outside deteriorated!"

Ian suddenly felt a toothache.

"I don't know if the department will hold a meeting."

Ian's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Potions Department holds monthly meetings for all junior pharmacists and above, but he has never attended one.

Is this how the first meeting is supposed to be held?

Just as Ian was thinking.

Then I saw Farn rushing up the stairs.

"Lord Ian, Minister Vivian has asked you to attend a meeting."

......

With Farn.

Ian arrived at the Potions Department soon after.

"The meeting is in the main conference room, which is only open to junior pharmacists. You'll have to go there yourself."

On the first floor of the Potions Department, Farn pointed to the room at the very end of the long corridor.

"OK."

Ian nodded.

As you can see, many people in the department are heading towards the conference room.

Everyone's face was gloomy, as if the sky had turned overcast.

"Ian!"

A familiar voice rang out, and Ian turned his head to see a familiar figure.

"Instructor Victor!"

Ian's eyes lit up; seeing an acquaintance at a time like this undoubtedly brought a sense of peace.

"Let's go, I'm afraid we have a lot to say today."

Victor patted Ian on the shoulder and walked toward the conference room.

Ian followed.

Enter the conference room.

This is a huge, tiered room with a circular table at the front and three high-backed chairs behind it.

Below that are rows of seats that extend backward and get higher and higher.

Many wizards had already taken their seats.

Victor pointed to the fourth row on the left and said to Ian, "Go sit over there."

He then sat down in the first seat of the first row on the left.

Is there a seating arrangement?

Ian was puzzled, but after listening to Victor's words, he sat down in the fourth row.

As the wizard entered, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

This seat is very particular.

The first row consists of second-class wizards who are also intermediate-level apothecaries.

Second-tier intermediate pharmacist, second-class wizard apprentice.

The third row features experienced junior pharmacists.

Fourth row, junior pharmacist.

"And it even has left and right sides!"

Ian looked strange. The middle row of seats in the conference room was completely empty.

"HAL!"

Suddenly, Ian saw Hal walk in from outside the door. Hal glared at Ian and sat down in the seat on the right.

"It seems Doug's side is on the right, and we're on the left."

Ian guessed.

Wait quietly.

Vivian walked in quickly and sat down in the front left seat.

Then a man with a gloomy face and snake-like eyes walked in and sat in the front right seat.

It must be Doug.

"Everyone is here, so let's begin the meeting!"

As soon as Doug sat down, his soft voice instantly filled the entire room, and everyone felt a chill.

Ian's body was also stiff!

"But I'm sure you all have guessed what happened?" Doug's gaze swept across the room.

The pharmacists below immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"Our Potions Department is likely to get busy soon, preparing more potions. Also, one of our Potions Department's frontline outposts has fallen, so everyone should be ready to head to the front lines at any time."

The pharmacists were instantly in an uproar.

Preparing potions wasn't a big deal, just a matter of working overtime, but surprisingly, their stronghold was also compromised.

This means that someone is going to fill this gap.

"In principle, wizards who have been enrolled for more than two and a half years will receive three times more resources, but newly recruited pharmacists who are willing to go can also do so, with a starting point of five times the resources."

Doug's gaze was fixed on the ground below.

Ian felt like the man had glanced at him, especially when he said the last sentence.

Five times the resources.

That's quite a generous gesture!

Ian was speechless!

However... while the resources are good, they are far inferior to being able to freely mix and match potions!

Let's stay here and focus on preparing our potions.

Not many people signed up, because everyone knew how dangerous this time of year was.

Doug seemed to have foreseen this as well, and after saying a word, he announced the end of the meeting.

After the meeting.

Ian decided to go find Vivian.

At this point, he had been proficient in the Eye of Glimmer for more than half a month, and he felt it was about time to start talking about it.

Knock on Vivian's door.

Vivian looked up when she saw Ian arrive.

She was about to look for Ian.

According to the department's arrangements, in the coming period, a large number of basic medicines need to be prepared, especially secondary hemostatic, physical strength and healing medicines.

Everyone is like that.

So he plans to talk to Ian, and he might have to take up Ian's time for the next month or two.

However, just as she was about to speak...

Then Ian slowly spoke: "Minister Vivian, my Glimmering Eyes has entered the first stage, and we've run out of materials."

The prepared words were swallowed back instantly.

Shock gradually appeared in Vivian's eyes:

"What did you say?"