For a moment, the atmosphere in the enchantment workshop became somewhat tense, and the surrounding essence transformed distinctly.
As the person involved, Angie, even though she wasn’t targeted, was frightened to prostration, her petite body trembling uncontrollably.
Rogins couldn’t help but understand that he had been too clever by half. Reflecting on it, he indeed had acted somewhat unscrupulously and didn’t know how to start his explanation.
“Ivan, try your best, just consider it a test of the array’s limits,” Ungar said, seeing the atmosphere growing stiff, he stepped in to smooth things over.
“Alright, I’ll give it a try,” Ivan nodded slightly.
He reached out casually, and Angie was brought up from the ground. He inspected her again and found that various auras were murky, which would increase the difficulty of her advancement.
He inquired about other preparations; undoubtedly, Angie was very well prepared, probably not just an ordinary descendant of Rogins.
“You calm your mind, and I’ll make some minor adjustments to the array.”
“Thank you for your trouble.”
Ivan gestured for her to stand back and began arranging something nearby.
Soon, one side of the array had many additional runes lines, vaguely forming a pattern of a cushion, slightly impairing the aesthetic of the array.
Angie complied and sat on the cushion as arranged.
“Ease your mind; I’m not going to trouble you over this minor issue. If anyone, it would be Wizard Rogins,” Ivan said indifferently.
“This time, indeed, I was reckless,” Rogins admitted with a bitter smile upon hearing Ivan’s words.
Then, under Ivan’s direction, Angie successively used her prepared items, including two potions and two scrolls, and only after a moment did the array begin to operate slowly.
This time, Ivan dared not be careless and enhanced his refinement of mental energy by an extra degree or two.
Threads of mental energy were drawn towards Angie’s body.
After a while, the pain Angie was enduring nearly exceeded her tolerance; her pretty face shifted unsettlingly like a porcelain doll about to shatter, causing many of the onlookers to furrow their brows.
A little later, Angie’s body and facial features began to ooze blood, and the situation grew increasingly dire.
In all this, Ivan understood that something inside her was causing mischief, primarily the interference from the Bloodline Alteration; he pondered for a few seconds, activated the healing effect of the array, and led a trace of Black Magic Fire to spread over.
The black flames pierced through her clothes and scorched her flesh.
The pain clearly intensified, causing a rare and fierce grimace to appear on Angie’s pretty face; if it weren’t for her repeated failures and blows that had toughened her resolve, she might have collapsed by now.
Rogins wanted to step forward but feared disturbing the advancement, his steps so heavy that he dared not move.
“Look carefully; her condition is slowly improving,” Mendenez reminded gruffly in a transmission.
Just as he said, Angie’s bleeding condition improved and slowly stopped.
In the following time, the advancement steadily progressed amidst torment; she was like a lotus in a storm, appearing to sway on the verge of collapse, yet she never fell.
“Clap, clap, clap.”
“Clap, clap, clap.”
That afternoon, while the gathered element particles had not yet dispersed, an even more enthusiastic applause broke out in the enchantment workshop.
It was a celebration for the emergence of a new sorcerer and appreciation for the person who managed the array; everyone was clearly aware of the perilous nature of the recent advancement, but fortunately, it had been successful after some twists and turns.
“Haha, it looks like the price of magic copper is going to rise,” Vice President Graski laughed.
“Magic copper has always been remarkable, just never fully explored until Sorcerer Ivan appeared,” Jormo followed up on his words and then shifted the tone:
“Sorcerer Ivan, your mastery of energy transformation and shaping has reached perfection; why not join my School of Energy Shaping so you can fully demonstrate your abilities?”
“Cough, cough, Sorcerer Jormo, I’m still here. Isn’t it a bit too much to poach my people right in front of me?” Angus glared at him and spoke sternly.
“It’s called ‘putting talent to its best use.'”
“There’s no need; Sorcerer Ivan can equally showcase his talents at my School of Space, and I will certainly provide the utmost support,”
“Just kidding, look how seriously you took that.”
Seeing Angus’s increasingly displeased expression, Jormo had no choice but to drop the subject for now.
It was not hard to notice that after this project validation, Ivan’s status in the eyes of the three Vice Presidents had significantly improved, and their attitudes towards him had also changed noticeably.
Undoubtedly, this research project had been a complete success.
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Coming out of the enchantment workshop, Mendenez had a cheerful expression, appearing even happier than Ivan himself.
“Sorcerer Ivan, there’s potential to delve deeper into this project. When you have time, you might consider continuing your research.”
“It’s too difficult.”
“You can’t say that. Look, now you’re a Level 1 Sorcerer, later you might be a Level 2 Sorcerer, and then a Level 3 Sorcerer. If it could be researched, our power would increase exponentially, and you would become one of the most important figures in sorcerer history, just like Alva, Sorcerer Botta, and others.”
Hearing his increasingly exaggerated remarks, Ivan just smiled and didn’t pick up the conversation.
He was only a Level 2 Sorcerer, and harboring delusions about mass-producing sorcerers of the same level was quite unrealistic.
“I dare say, the guild will definitely not give up,” Mendenez continued, “With the success of this time, should you want to apply for other projects, as long as they’re not too preposterous, the Vice Presidents certainly won’t obstruct you.”
“That’s exactly my goal,” Ivan stated truthfully.
“Haha, it seems that two years ago, Sorcerer Barny unintentionally did a good deed,” Mendenez joked, knowing the inside story from back then.
Hearing someone approaching, the two stopped their conversation.
“Sorcerer Ivan, thank you for helping Angie through her difficulties,” Rogins hurriedly caught up, speaking earnestly.
Without waiting for him to say anything, he directly handed over a small box.
Mendenez, not wanting the two to become enemies, quickly intercepted it and casually opened the small box, revealing the transparent contents inside.
“Space Series Crystal Stone, that’s thoughtful,” Mendenez said.
“Then I won’t be shy.”
Under their gaze, Ivan finally spoke.
“It’s only right.” Seeing that he was willing to settle the matter, Rogins breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned to leave.
“Rogins is from the Material Vault, often deals with trading houses, inevitably adopting some of their bad habits; actually, he doesn’t have much ill intention. You’re both enchanters of the same School of Space, there’s no need to be at odds,” Mendenez advised, looking at the departing figure.
“That’s how it should be.” Ivan having accepted the other’s gift naturally indicated his attitude.
From the next day, the Black Magic Wind Fire Array began to spread both inside and outside the Enchanters Guild, and many people became aware of this innovation, rumors claimed it could promote most apprentices to official sorcerers.
The news immediately caused a sensation.
On the third and fourth days, many enchanters, having heard the news, came to consult the guild to verify if it was true. Seeing the hustling crowd in the guild hall, those unaware of the context might think it was time for the appraisal contest again.
“Rogier, you’re here too.”
“How could I not be? If the rumors are true, think how many Level 1 Sorcerers we’ll gain, how much stronger our community of sorcerers will become, it’s thrilling just to think about it.”
“Exactly, with our sorcerer’s skills, as long as we make good use of various materials and arrangements, even a Level 1 Sorcerer could potentially defeat other races at Level 3.”
“I wonder which master made this achievement?”
The voices in the hall boomed, showing no signs of calming down.
Some were happy for the sorcerer world, some came to detect business opportunities, others wished to plan for their families, everyone was waiting for the guild to give a positive response.
More people and powers quietly watched from the shadows.
Just as Ivan had anticipated, the arrival of the Black Magic Wind Fire Array had shaken the whole East Capital.