Chapter 565: Chapter 156: Second Half_3
“Isn’t it?”
Dean Frist, taking a sip of the red tea in his cup, lamented, “Unfortunately, this little fellow is stingy. He said the yield of this high-end tea leaves is too low and refuses to give me more. Otherwise, I would generously share some with you.”
Giving gifts is an art.
Link never personally sent red tea to Dean Frist.
Only after deciding to advance to the college headquarters did he instruct his butler Hamid to periodically mail it over to the dean’s office.
The beverage that Dean Frist and Principal Leopold happened to be drinking were the river red tea and green tea, respectively.
After making small talk, Principal Leopold asked, “It’s impressive what you’ve achieved to this extent. But won’t attracting so much attention cause trouble?”
Dean Frist waved his hand nonchalantly, “Don’t worry, it’s a minor issue.”
A pause later, Dean Frist fed Principal Leopold a reassurance pill, “Is my big brother about to make a breakthrough?”
“Your big brother?”
Principal Leopold, not reassured at all, expressed surprise, “Didn’t they say that Sage Walters had found the opportunity to level up?”
Dean Frist looked at Principal Leopold as if he was a fool, then snorted, “As a principal, you can’t even figure this out. No wonder Mesopotamia University has declined worse since you took over. Couldn’t both of them have found the opportunity to level up, just one more major than the other?”
Principal Leopold ignored Dean Frist’s sarcasm.
Because it was the truth.
Indeed, Mesopotamia University seemed worse after he took over.
But that was not the whole truth.
With accumulated difficulties mounting, reform required bursting the abscess first, naturally making the problems look more severe and the decline more obvious.
Once the breath calms and the burdens of the old are shed, naturally vitality appears again, showing signs of rising.
“So, Walters failed to level up this time?”
Principal Leopold asked nonchalantly, continuing to probe.
Hearing this, Dean Frist was silent for a while, avoiding the question and counter-questioned, “How much longer does your old man need? We can support you at most for another month. A month later, we need to fully retract.”
“Don’t worry, a month is plenty.”
Principal Leopold gave a very affirmative answer.
“Alright, let’s leave it at that. I’ll leave first.”
Dean Frist left this remark and, in an instant, disappeared.
He didn’t even leave the two boxes of tea he brought, which were now gone from the tea table.
Looking at the empty tea table, Principal Leopold shook his head and chuckled softly, “He really won’t take any loss, will he?”
All he did was to casually probe, trying to gauge the bottom line of Ravensmouth College.
But when Dean Frist turned around to probe him, he didn’t reciprocate, that’s all.
He even took back the green tea he had promised to give him.
“A month is not enough!”
With a sigh, Principal Leopold revealed a thick worry in his eyes.
During this period of great changes that haven’t happened in thousands of years, most Wizard Organizations are trying to refresh their atmosphere and prepare more.
But Mesopotamia University was still unable to shake off its doom, engrossed in exploiting internal resources.
One by one, they lost their ambition to expand, only dragging back the team.
Principal Leopold wanted to inspire, but he was restrained from all around.
Left with no choice, he borrowed assistance from Ravensmouth College, started an internal anti-corruption, and…provided full support for the Great Sage of Mesopotamia.
They hoped they could help the old Level Eight Great Sage to hit the Level Nine One!
Ravensmouth College Headquarters.
The allotted two months were up, and Sandra had already sent Lanny ahead of time to notify Link to gather.
Upon meeting this time, Lanny was already promoted to a Level Two Wizard.
Link didn’t inquire about what happened during that period that allowed Lanny to quickly complete her spiritual power liquification. He calmly accepted the fact.
“Let’s go.”
With a call, Link and Jasmine followed Lanny to the meeting place.
The number of Sandra’s Mini legion was still twelve.
One more with Jasmine, and one less with a round-faced young man.
He didn’t know if that young man was eliminated by Sandra or left for some other reason.
“Let’s depart.”
Sandra glanced at the gathered legion members, didn’t say much, and took lead to board the “Cloud Rainbow”.
After a long intermission, Sandra’s Mini legion went to explore the Insect World again.
This time, there should be no hitches.