Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 8 The Fish Takes the Bait (Please recommend tickets!)

Another sunny afternoon.

In the Magic Academy of Chaos City, Mason, an intermediate earth-type magician, finished his last teaching class, packed up the lesson preparation materials, bid farewell to the students, and returned to the office.

As a dwarf, Mason is a rare magician among dwarves.

When he was found to have a certain talent for earth magic when he was a child, because there was no special magic academy in the dwarf kingdom, he was sent by his family to the magic academy in the city of chaos to study.

Over the past few decades, he has become a third-tier magician, proficient in most elementary earth magic, and also learned a lot of simple intermediate earth magic.

Although in the Academy of Magic, his talent is far inferior to that of many magicians, and it took decades before he was promoted to the third level.

But among the dwarves, his magic talent is already quite top-notch.

The dwarves are rich in fighters and blacksmiths, but they don't have much achievements in the field of magic.

Most dwarves, even if they study magic all their lives, they may not be able to condense magic seeds.

So among the dwarves, Mason was undoubtedly a master of magic.

He was promoted to a third-level magician more than ten years ago. After graduating from the Magic Academy, he served as a teaching assistant for Professor Hicks, and was in charge of some basic classes of earth magic courses on weekdays.

He can be said to have reached the highest achievement of the dwarves in the field of magic.

But he also has his own troubles.

Due to the limitation of his own talent, he started attacking the fourth-order magician more than a year ago, and he has failed four times!

Although his magic reserve has reached the promotion requirements, there is still a bottleneck, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't overcome it.

To be honest, he was actually a little bit desperate.

Maybe he should resign, return to the dwarf kingdom, and then open a formal magic academy with the support of the royal family, and devote his energy to cultivating the next generation.

But there is still a voice in his heart telling him:

"You are a rare genius among the dwarves!"

"You have a passion and love for magic!"

"You will continue to study in this field and go deep into a higher level!"

So every time Mason failed in promotion, he would silently say to himself: "Try again, if it still doesn't work next time, I will give up."

However, after every failure, he did not choose to give up.

But now, he is really tired.

So he came to Professor Hicks' office, knocked on the door and entered.

The actual age is younger than Mason, but Professor Hicks, who is already a sixth-level magician, looks at the person and smiles gently: "Mason, what's the matter? Is today's class going well?"

"The course went well, Professor." Mason said with some seriousness, "Tomorrow I want to apply to enter the magic tower and try to be promoted to the fourth-level magician."

Professor Hicks was stunned for a moment, and said, "You can apply directly to the Magic Tower Management Office for this kind of thing, and you don't need to report to me, do you?"

"Of course." Mason said with a sad expression, "However, if the promotion fails this time, professor, I want to resign and return to my hometown, so I came here to tell you in advance."

"This... I understand." Professor Hicks sighed, "That's fine."

Hicks understood Mason's situation, and on the premise of failing four times, it was basically impossible to succeed the fifth time.

So Mason was destined to resign and leave.

Mason worked under him. Although he was not the most talented, he was the most diligent one.

Many teaching assistants are just occupying positions, borrowing the resources of the college to conduct magic research, and seldom take into account the basic courses they have to pay for themselves. Teaching those magic apprentices has always been perfunctory.

Only Mason has been responsible and serious.

So although the race is different, Professor Hicks has always admired Mason and his attitude.

But when it comes to this, Hicks has nothing to keep.

Mason walked out of the office, left the Magic Academy, and walked home.

Along the way, his expression was gloomy and his mood was not very high.

It wasn't until he passed the Ruby District on Akeley Street that he suddenly sensed the very strong concentration of elements around him, which made him subconsciously stop.

"This is..." Mason frowned, and then looked at a... flower shop by the side of the road?

Ron's Fantastic Florist.

Weird name.

Mason looked over there, glanced at the name of the store, and then noticed the movement at the door of the store.

Some people gathered there in twos and threes, and they didn't know what they were looking at.

Driven by curiosity, Mason also came to the door of the store and looked into the crowd.

A handsome and excessive young man sat cross-legged in front of the shop, eyes closed.

A pot of purple flowers was placed in front of him, the petals fluttered in the wind, and the fresh fragrance of the flowers wafted along with it.

Mason walked in here, and suddenly felt the surrounding elements become more intense.

And judging from his decades of magic knowledge, the young man in front of him should be trying to condense magic seeds!

What a joke!

Mason frowned subconsciously.

How can there be any reason to directly try to condense magic seeds on the street?

This is too bold!

Mason blamed this reckless young man in his heart. Judging from his appearance, he should have just grown up, not a few years older than those magic apprentices in the academy. Mason suddenly felt fond of the child.

"My friend, why is this young man sitting here? Gathering magic seeds in a noisy environment is a very dangerous thing!" Mason asked his compatriots, holding a strong dwarf beside him.

Lyle, the owner of the barbecue shop next door, looked at Mason and asked doubtfully, "Is Ron gathering magic seeds? I don't know."

Mason frowned: "Ron? Is this young man's name? Do you know him? If you know him, how can you not know the situation?"

Lyle was a little dizzy from being asked several consecutive questions, scratched his forehead and said, "Did you see the pot of flowers in front of him?"

"Uh..." Mason looked at the potted flower on the ground and asked in confusion, "I see, what's wrong?"

"According to Ron, this is a kind of flower in his shop, which can attract elements to increase the concentration of elements in the surrounding environment. The fragrance of flowers can also improve the meditation efficiency of magicians. I don't know if it's true." Lyle shrugged. "He's doing a demonstration right now to show everyone the effect."

"How is it possible..." Mason shook his head immediately, "I studied and worked at the Academy of Magic, and I haven't heard of a plant with this effect for so many years."

"I'm just a barbecue guy, and I don't understand these things." Lyle smiled, "But this young man is still good, he shouldn't lie casually, right?"

"It's hard to say, do you know him very well?" Mason looked suspiciously at the young man at the door of the store, looking up and down the condition of the potted flower, trying to find clues.

"Not very familiar." Lyle shook his head. "I opened the barbecue shop next door. Ron is a new neighbor. This flower shop just opened a few days ago."

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(End of this chapter)