The Wizard world remained the same as ever; sixty years was not particularly long for a Wizard.
Upon returning to the Wizard world, Richard immediately renewed the rent for his Wizard tower.
For Wizards participating in interdimensional expeditions, the Tower of Truth has specific policies. If a Wizard is away from the Tower of Truth for an extended period due to an interdimensional expedition, they can choose to have their rent for the residential level refunded and their Wizard tower sealed.
If a Wizard dies in battle, the Tower of Truth will reclaim the Wizard tower, and the items inside will be distributed according to the Wizard's will. If they do not die, the Wizard only needs to renew the contract to continue using the tower.
After renewing the contract, Richard returned to his Wizard tower.
Looking at the two new graves in the backyard, Richard sighed.
"Ah, the demi-human servants are great, but their lifespans are just too short."
At this moment, Richard also felt the helplessness of the long-lived species. The war in the Crimson Sun World felt like it had only passed a few years for him. But for the short-lived species, that was a significant portion of their lives.
"I'll have to change servants in the future. Even without names, just looking at these graves is quite sad."
Due to the deaths of his demi-human servants, Richard's Wizard tower had not been maintained for decades. The front and back yards were overgrown with weeds, and the rooms were filled with dust.
Richard had to tidy up himself.
While he was clearing the weeds in the front yard, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Richard, you're back!"
Richard turned around to see Ellie, engulfed in flames, looking at him with delight.
She naturally knew about his role as a technical advisor in the interdimensional war. Before he left, they had been entwined together for quite a while.
Ellie had even feared that Richard might not return and wanted a child, but Richard had firmly refused.
He was still young, just over three hundred years old; adding such a burden was purely self-inflicted.
"Yeah, just got back." Richard pointed to the cut weeds on the ground. "I'm just tidying up the house."
"Why are you doing it yourself... oh right, your two little ones have died. You should stop; I'll call my two little ones over to help clean up."
Richard waved his hand. "It's fine. Since becoming a Wizard, I haven't tidied up myself. Doing it occasionally is quite a novelty."
"You should really stop." Ellie walked over to Richard, waved her hand, and turned the weeds into ashes. "You just got back; you probably don't know.
Master Jolod has successfully broken through to the Third Circle these past few days, and the academy is preparing a banquet for him."
Richard was delighted to hear this. "The mentor has broken through to the Third Circle? That's wonderful!"
It had been over a hundred years since Jolod broke through to the Third Circle, and it was indeed time for him to come out.
Richard set down his work. "At the academy, right? I'll head back now."
As he spoke, Richard transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky. However, he had not flown long before he returned.
"Ellie, aren't you coming back?" Richard asked, puzzled.
Ellie rolled her eyes at him and playfully scolded, "Silly, I am back. I've already returned. This kind of banquet lasts for months."
Richard was slightly taken aback but quickly understood.
The Wizard world was vast, and Wizards often buried themselves in research, oblivious to worldly matters. If the banquet were not scheduled for a specific day, many Wizards would likely miss it.
"Since you're back, let's go again. I haven't returned in so long that I'm not even familiar with the way back."
Saying this, Richard wrapped his arm around Ellie's slender waist and transformed into a streak of light once more.
...
Today, the Black Tower Wizard Academy remained as calm as ever.
However, in the past two months, the academy suddenly issued a ban to all apprentices, prohibiting any student from flying higher than three meters.
At first, the apprentices were confused, but soon, seeing streaks of light cutting through the sky day and night, they understood the reason for the ban.
Flying too high could lead to trouble with Wizards.
Regarding the Wizards who had come, the apprentices had various opinions, but soon a formal apprentice revealed the truth to them.
The Black Tower Wizard Academy was about to have another vice president.
On the 272nd floor of the central black tower, Jolod was smiling as he mingled with the guests.
Many of these guests were unfamiliar to him, but it was still necessary to make an appearance.
Many of the guests were former students of the academy who had left for various reasons, but as long as they had not joined another academy, the academy welcomed them back at any time.
In addition to former students, a significant portion of the guests were members of Wizard families.
These families had collaborations with the academy, and there were faculty members from the academy within these families. Now that the academy was gaining another vice president, they naturally came to show their support.
Moreover, Jolod was also an Alchemy Master, so it would be easier to ask for help after becoming familiar with them.
After greeting the guests, Jolod, feeling somewhat fatigued, made his way to the terrace.
Before long, his old friend Eriks approached him with a drink.
"What's this? Tired already? My banquet lasted a full three months."
Jolod glanced at his old friend and replied sarcastically, "Yeah, our Vice President Eriks is so impressive, he can enjoy a three-month banquet."
Eriks laughed and scolded, "Get lost! I wanted to die during my banquet. I was the most annoyed by banquets.
This is the last day; hang in there!"
Jolod reminisced about the past, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
"Old friend, we've both changed."
A hint of nostalgia flashed in Eriks' eyes, and he quickly changed the subject.
"A friend of mine has returned from the battlefield; the Frost Grand Wizard's interdimensional expedition is nearing its end."
Jolod was taken aback. "The war is almost over? That's quite timely."
Seeing Jolod's lack of reaction, Eriks reminded him, "Have you forgotten? Your student went on the expedition with the Frost Grand Wizard."
With Eriks' reminder, Jolod suddenly realized, "Right, right, Richard participated in this war.
That means Richard will be back soon."
Eriks sighed, "That's the best outcome. But I heard him say that this war was quite tragic; although they made a fortune, more than half of the Wizards who went died.
I know an old fellow who died there."
"Who?" Jolod asked, curious.
"Theodore, an old fellow who was close to dying."
Upon hearing this, Jolod's expression changed slightly.
He had heard of Theodore; the circle of Third Circle Wizards was not large, and very few Third Circle Wizards lived to be close to death.
If such an old Wizard died on the battlefield, then his student...
Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the hall, and Jolod and Eriks exchanged glances before quickly leaving the terrace.
Under normal circumstances, no one would cause trouble at such an event, but if a few hot-tempered individuals showed up, it would be better for them to handle it on-site.
The combat power of a Third Circle Wizard was considered top-tier in this Wizard world, where Great Wizards were not allowed to intervene.
At the banquet, a black-robed Wizard was surrounded by several white-robed Wizards.
Jolod did not see the face of the black-robed Wizard, but he recognized the Wizards surrounding him.
These Wizards were all high-ranking members of the White Wizard Legion; in terms of status, they were on par with Eriks. In terms of strength, they were also Third Circle Wizards.
If a conflict broke out among them, it would be difficult to handle.
Jolod's heart tightened; he hadn't expected that as the banquet was nearing its end, such a scene would arise.
He and Eriks exchanged glances and quickly approached the group of Wizards, ready to intervene.
But when he saw the face of the black-robed Wizard, he froze in place.
The black-robed Wizard, upon seeing Jolod, immediately squeezed out from among the Third Circle Wizards and called out to him loudly:
"Teacher, I'm back!"
Jolod smiled and patted the shoulder of the black-robed Wizard.
"Good to be back, good to be back."
This black-robed Wizard was none other than Richard, who had rushed back from the Tower of Truth.
Behind Richard, several high-ranking members of the White Wizard Legion exchanged glances, and one congratulated Jolod:
"It seems the master is about to have double happiness."
Jolod was taken aback; the Third Circle Wizard speaking was the commander of the Sun Legion. However, he did not recall having any interactions with this commander.
Could it be Richard? Jolod looked at Richard in confusion, only to see Richard smile slightly and say:
"Commander, Captain Buford is planning to order a batch of Magic Support Vehicles from us, and the quantity will not be less than one thousand."
Ordering Magic Support Vehicles? Jolod lowered his head and tapped his fingers on his forehead. The mental toll of the Soul's Shadow on Wizards was immense; it had been a while since Jolod was promoted, and many memories were somewhat hazy.
After a moment of thought, Jolod suddenly looked up in shock.
"One thousand Magic Support Vehicles!"
"Not just one thousand," a voice interjected.
Jolod looked at the speaker, who was also a high-ranking member of the White Wizard Legion.
"If the master's guild has enough production capacity, our Icewind Legion will also order one thousand vehicles."
Another thousand vehicles.
Jolod felt a bit dizzy; if he remembered correctly, the external selling price of a Magic Support Vehicle was around eight hundred fifty Magic Essence.
This item had a gross profit of about four hundred Magic Essence.
For one thousand vehicles, the gross profit would be around four hundred thousand Magic Essence.
And judging by the demeanor of these high-ranking members, it seemed they all intended to place a substantial order.
Jolod felt his mind was boiling.
What happened in this world? He had merely been promoted to a Third Circle Wizard, yet it felt like the entire world had changed.
Had Magic Essence depreciated?
Eriks, standing beside Jolod, noticed his old friend's brain malfunctioning and quickly signaled to Richard.
Richard, seeing Eriks' look, though somewhat confused, still led the several legions away to discuss the order.
Eriks helped Jolod to the terrace, and after a long while, Jolod finally regained his composure.
He asked Eriks, "Has Magic Essence depreciated?"
Eriks, upon hearing this, couldn't help but punch him lightly.
"Depreciate my foot! You old fool, do you know you've struck it rich? From the looks of it, your student's work must have shone brightly on the battlefield!"
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