Chapter 294: Chapter 263: Face-to-Face Meeting

A month later, Jeming and his party finally saw the magnificent Floating City hovering on the edge of the planar rift.

Not seen for two months, this bridgehead of Wizard Civilization seemed to have expanded quite a bit.

The newly added towers pierced through the clouds like a forest of steel, with massive rune arrays slowly circulating on the surface of the city, emitting a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

Crossing the greatly transformed, bustling yet orderly Central Square, Jeming led his group, each with varied expressions, into the Affairs Center.

The Fourth Level Wizard was bound by invisible energy shackles, looking dejected, while the few First Level Wizards who survived by luck were nervously and curiously observing their surroundings.

Jeming walked straight to the front desk’s exquisitely shaped alchemy puppet with rational light flickering in its eyes.

“Jeming, Second Level Wizard, returning after completing the ’Rescue’ task, and has important information to report to the camp leadership involving the Plane Origin and a wizard betrayal incident.”

Jeming concisely stated his purpose, then handed over his terminal, which recorded what had happened during this time.

The alchemy puppet’s eyes flashed rapidly with data streams and then emitted a pleasant but emotionless voice: “Identity confirmed. Event level assessment in progress… assessment complete. Please wait, a notice will be sent to the High Tier Wizard to come and handle it.”

The wait was not long before the front desk puppet replied: “Congratulations everyone, Lord Dionysius Spencer has decided to meet with you all…”

What?

Who?!

Dionysius Spencer?

The Seventh Level Wizard from this expedition task?!

Everyone present, including the Fourth Level Wizard, almost thought their ears must be wrong when they heard this.

Especially that Fourth Level Wizard, for a moment he felt as if the sky was falling.

Is this a joke?!

I admit I had ulterior motives at first, but wouldn’t it take a Seventh Level Wizard to make a fuss?!

Jeming remained relatively calm, knowing that merely dealing with a wizard who violated order wouldn’t make such a big deal.

Nevertheless, he was quite puzzled as to why this Dionysius Spencer wizard wanted to meet them.

A moment later, the alchemy puppet led them deeper into the Floating City.

The walls on both sides of the corridor gradually changed from metal to a substance as warm and smooth as jade, with the concentration of elements in the air rising to a jaw-dropping level.

The few First Level Wizards following Jeming unconsciously lightened their breathing, faces filled with awe and unease.

Before a bronze door engraved with the trajectory of stars, the puppet came to a halt: “Please enter, Lord Dionysius Spencer is waiting for you wizards inside.”

Jeming clearly heard the sound of swallowing behind him.

He took a deep breath, calming his slightly accelerated heartbeat, and reached out to push open the heavy door.

The scene behind the door was unexpectedly… simple.

Neither a luxurious palace as imagined nor a cold, severe laboratory, but an elegantly arranged quiet room filled with the scent of books.

A seemingly extremely young man sat behind a large desk, toying with a crystal-clear orb in his hand.

He looked up, revealing a face so handsome it was nearly perfect, with a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth.

No oppressive aura around him, completely different from the overwhelming pressure felt during the planar expedition.

“You’re here? Sit,” the young man—Seventh Level Wizard Dionysius Spencer—casually pointed to a few chairs in the room, his voice gentle, like a spring breeze.

Jeming was solemn, respectfully performing a wizard’s etiquette: “Second Level Wizard Jeming, greeting Lord Spencer.”

The wizards behind him finally snapped out of their shock, hurriedly following with salutes, their movements stiff, voices trembling.

Even the Fourth Level Wizard, after a brief daze, had an indescribable look of excitement in his eyes.

It was only then that Jeming truly realized how unattainable a Seventh Level Wizard was for most ordinary wizards.

He maintained relative calm, entirely due to his mentor Clark’s daily influence and the “ordinary” stories he’d heard about High Tier Wizards.

At this moment, he seemed to better understand where Jack’s twisted jealousy stemmed from—some resources and opportunities he considered usual might be once-in-a-lifetime opportunities for others.

Dionysius Spencer seemed indifferent to their nervousness, as if he were used to it, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd, finally settling on Jeming for an appraisal.

And Jeming also took the opportunity to quietly observe this legendary figure.

To think, this seemed to be his second close contact with a Seventh Level Wizard.

But back with Dean Avery Knight, there was almost no exchange.

Though I often heard about matters related to Seventh Level Wizards before, I had never actually interacted with one.

For instance, the head of Nolun Thirteen Academy was almost always a figure alive in the mentor’s words.

The closest he had ever been to a Seventh Level Wizard was merely catching a distant glimpse back in the Elorcia Plane.

The other party’s youthful and handsome exterior did not surprise Jeming too much.

For wizards, the youthfulness of their bodies could be easily adjusted, and handsome appearance was a natural optimization after a life’s essence evolution.

However, the depth of experience and wisdom contained within those deep eyes clearly indicated that this was no young man. The gaze with which he regarded Jeming and others carried a subtle appreciation, much like an elder observing promising juniors.

“The course of events was quite clear in the information you previously sent.” Dionysius Spencer went straight to the point.

He casually glanced at the Fourth Level Wizard and waved his hand.

In the shadows of the quiet room’s corner, two alchemy puppets with obscure auras silently emerged.

“Take him for ’review’.”

The Fourth Level Wizard’s face turned pale, but he dared not resist and was obediently led away by the puppets.

Only then did Dionysius Spencer smile at Jeming and say: “You did well, Jeming. Rational, restrained, and you maintained the camp’s regulations and this plane’s stability. As a reward, if he passes the review, 85% of all subsequent trial gains go to you.”

Upon hearing these words, not only did the few First Level Wizards draw a sharp breath, their gazes on Jeming filled with envy and even jealousy, but Jeming himself was also a bit surprised.

This distribution ratio was extremely high, almost giving him all net gains extracted from the Fourth Level Wizard after costs.

He immediately bowed, “Thank you, Sir!”

“This is what you deserve.” Dionysius Spencer’s tone was calm.

He then indicated for the puppets to lead the other First Level Wizards to claim their mission rewards.

Amidst the envious glances of other wizards, who looked back with every step, Jeming too felt a bit curious, wondering why this elder left him alone.

Soon, only Jeming and he remained in the quiet room.

“Do you have more detailed records concerning that space distortion area and Levin Mills’ specific actions?” Dionysius Spencer asked directly.

Jeming thought for a moment, then pointed to his temple, conjuring a luminous fragment of memory and handing it over: “Sir, this is a recreation of my firsthand experiences during that period, perhaps more intuitive.”

Dionysius Spencer took the memory orb, a flash of light at his fingertip, and had already finished reading it.

He nodded with satisfaction: “Clear and concise. There aren’t many wizards your age with such composure and foresight. Keep in mind, faced with the temptation of plane origin, even many old timers can’t restrain their greed.”

Jeming humbly replied: “Perhaps it’s because the military merits accumulated by this junior are still adequate, thus there’s no immediate need for desperate risk.”

Dionysius Spencer chuckled lightly at this: “Heh heh, for a wizard, the ability to acquire resources is itself a critical part of one’s power. You don’t have to be overly modest.”

He paused, his tone becoming more casual, as if discussing a trivial matter: “Though this Aerial Plane is prepared as an ’appetizer’ for you young folks, your effort in protecting my property is noted. I’d hate to be stingy.”

Jeming’s eyelid twitched, feeling as though this person had just casually mentioned something extraordinary.

However, Jeming’s attention quickly shifted to another matter.

As Dionysius Spencer spoke, an alchemy puppet approached with a silver tray.

On the tray, twenty crystal test tubes were neatly arranged, and the liquid inside shone brightly like liquid emeralds, the sheer purity of the energy it exuded, even through the crystal, was utterly refreshing.

“This is…” Jeming’s pupils contracted slightly.

“Twenty strands of plane origin related to wind element rules.” Dionysius Spencer said indifferently, “I’ve already casually checked that area; its core could at most yield this amount of origin, and with considerable impurities. These I extracted personally from different Wind Elemental Planes, pure and flawless, so even if you use them directly for enhancement, there will be no side effects.”

Jeming’s heart skipped a beat, an immense joy surging within!

Twenty strands of pure origin hand-refined by a Seventh Level Wizard!

Their value far exceeded the natural twenty strands of stray origin from that twisted area.

Natural origin had a low purity, and having useful rule information make up to fifty percent would already be considered fortunate, whereas these in hand are a hundred percent essence!

More notably, wind element rules are higher rules of “space” rules, which means the value of these twenty strands of origin is beyond a simple doubling!

“Thank you for your generous gift, Sir!” Jeming suppressed his excitement, bowing deeply once more.

This time, his gratitude was far more genuine than before.

After all, this reward far exceeded his expectations.

Dionysius Spencer waved his hand, his gaze seemed to transgress the walls of the quiet room, looking into the depths of the distant plane: “Go, make good use of them. The road ahead is long.”

Jeming carefully put away that precious tray, and after one more bow, exited the quiet room.

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