Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 850 - 22 Tacit Understanding_2

Chapter 850: Chapter 22 Tacit Understanding_2

Chapter 850 -22 Tacit Understanding_2

According to the regulations of the Supreme Council and Ravensmouth College, Link, as the legion commander, will bear one-third of the compensation.

That was nothing, just Magic Stones, which Link could easily afford.

The key was that the morale of the legion had taken a significant hit.

If it weren’t for the battle having started quickly and ended just as swiftly, Link even doubted whether the Grande Sage Army could have continued fighting for another ten days or half a month in their low-spirited state without suffering heavily.

After the battle concluded, Ravensmouth College immediately recalled the group army that had achieved “great merits.”

The group army led by Walters, the Level Seven Great Sage, arrived for replacement.

The Rodrigo Diomand Group Army, after a period of travel, returned to a star region near Ravensmouth College’s headquarters world for rest and reorganization.

Having achieved notable battle results and helping Ravensmouth College “retrieve” wartime and battle zone command rights from the Supreme Council, a celebration ceremony was inevitable.

In the Ravensmouth College’s headquarters world, a grand celebration attended personally by Great Sage Revo and Great Sage Seuss, in which all wizards of the Rodrigo Diomand Group Army could participate, was successfully held.

The official wizards, who seldom had the opportunity to see Great Sage Revo and Great Sage Seuss in person, were excited beyond measure.

The sorrow of losing comrades-in-arms was swept away.

In every wizard’s heart, there was only joy and glory.

Uh… The glory of having seen Great Sage Revo and Great Sage Seuss with my own eyes!

The joys and sorrows of people do not necessarily resonate with each other.

Link held a cup of wine and found a quiet and secluded place to be alone.

“What’s the matter? Alone here?”

However, no matter how quiet and empty it was, at a noisy celebration, someone who was determined could always find you.

Dean Frist, who had become a Level Seven Great Sage, had no trouble finding Link and asked thus.

“Nothing much, just thinking about how to replenish the legion’s losses.”

Naturally, Link wouldn’t dampen the mood at the celebration by speaking about such disheartening matters, so he casually picked a topic to gloss over it.

Dean Frist could certainly tell whether Link was speaking his true thoughts.

But he didn’t dwell on it.

After all, this was the first time Link had experienced a real battlefield, and it was perfectly normal for him to have some emotions about it.

All these years, he, Frist Diomand, had stayed within the college, reluctant to go to the battlefield, and there was a reason for that too, wasn’t there?

Skipping over the topic, Dean Frist began to speak of his own accord, “I’ve already had someone make contact, and they are very willing to maintain a good relationship with us.”

Link understood immediately.

This was his cheap little brother making plans to enter Ravensmouth College to spend his weaker period while recovering his strength!

“Do you need me to do something?”

Link naturally picked up the conversation and asked aloud.

Dean Frist was very pleased with Link’s “tact.”

Talking to a clever person was reassuring; a slight hint was all it took for the message to be understood.

“The delegation from the Parallel Universe’s fairy civilization has already returned, so you don’t need to keep avoiding them. How about this, you come to the Senior Division and serve as a teacher for a term. What do you say?”

“I have no objections.”

The educational system of Ravensmouth College is divided into three parts: Junior Division, Senior Division, and the main college.

Teachers at the Junior Division are comprised of Tier 2 and Tier 3 wizards;

Teachers at the Senior Division are comprised of Tier 3 wizards and Fourth Level Sages;

Teachers at the main college are comprised of Fourth Level Sages and Level Five Sages.

Dean Frist’s arrangement for Link to join the Senior Division as a teacher was very appropriate.

It would provide justifiable “protection” during the time when Nostro Grande, Link’s cheap little brother, successively entered the Junior and Senior Divisions.

Later, they could also escort him into the main college together under the guise of fraternal concern.

To outsiders, it would seem that Link was considering his blood brother’s interests, hardly leading to suspicions that Nostro Grande was indeed the reincarnation of The Saint of Nostrodam.

Of course, a name change was still necessary.

Seeing that Link understood and agreed to his arrangement, Dean Frist was very satisfied.

Leaving behind a sentence, Dean Frist departed.

“It’s a celebration feast, don’t sulk alone. Go and chat with others, build some relationships. The tough battles ahead won’t be few.”

This statement made a lot of sense.

After all, a grand change that had not occurred in thousands of years had arrived.

Not to mention the mystery of Link’s “origin,” the fact that the Saint of Nostrodamus had reincarnated as his blood-related younger brother meant that trouble was inevitable in the future.

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“Indeed, I cannot be too antisocial.”

With that thought in mind, Link left the secluded spot and actively integrated himself into the celebration.

However, Link did not simply “compromise” by cozying up to everyone he met.

Instead, he had a chat with the Second and Third Level Wizards of his own army, and pulled strings with the Sages from the Third Reserve Team and others with whom he had fought side by side during various missions.

Everyone was aware of the situation, so the interactions were naturally not awkward, very harmonious in fact.

The celebration, which lasted a full ten hours, ended in a very positive atmosphere.

In the following days, it was time for the actual allocation of rewards.

Ravensmouth College was very generous.

The war losses of the Starry Fortresses and interstellar battleships were all covered by the college.

They also replenished the supplies by double the usual amount at once.

The Servant Battalions were treated the same way.

The army commanders also received training resources as rewards, according to the extent of their contributions.

As for compensations for the wizards who had died in action, the college didn’t cover them due to regulations.

It was still the responsibility of the respective army commanders to pay out of their own pockets.

Link handled the compensations for the wizards who had fallen in battle, managed to get the Grande Sage Army moved to a permanent station allocated by the college for rest and reorganization, and arranged future training matters before he returned to the Wizard World Homeland.

Without rushing to start his new term at the Senior Division, Link stayed at home for a full week.

During this period, Jasmine went all out, showing Link just how terrifying a wife with voracious desires could be.

Truly, as long as one wasn’t killed by exhaustion, one would be exhaustingly busy.

If it hadn’t been for a daughter who needed attention, Link might not have found time to get out of bed.

After another exhausting encounter, Jasmine, radiant yet clearly worn out, leaned against the headboard. Seeing this, Link couldn’t help but offer a teasing complaint, “Didn’t I say, I’ll be teaching at the Senior Division for a long time and won’t be going anywhere?”

Jasmine wiped the sweat off her forehead and turned her head away, stubbornly saying, “I don’t care! Who knows when you might have to go on a mission again, or take refuge!”

Link said nothing more.

This kind of matter couldn’t be resolved with reason.

The best strategy was to fight back or even take the initiative to beat down the adversary so badly that they would kneel and beg for mercy.

Waving his hand to cast a soundproofing spell, Link once again stood up to let the little fairy see what he was made of!

No matter how long joyful times may continue, they’re always fleeting.

Having disciplined Jasmine enough and nearly drained himself, Link had no choice but to report to the Senior Division.

Because a new autumn term had come once again.

Nostro Grande, who had temporarily changed his name, successfully enrolled in the Rewosos Academy Junior College.

Perhaps out of a wicked sense of humor, Nostro Grande’s Wizard Qualifications turned out to be Third Tier as well.

Link “quietly” visited the Junior Division, and asked around Nostro Grande’s teachers, making the kind of effort expected from a blood-related older brother.

To avoid drawing attention, the best thing was to keep everything ordinary.

Clearly very “savvy,” Nostro Grande never loudly announced in the Junior Division, “My brother is Link Grande,” but within the small circle he had carefully cultivated, he discreetly spread the news.

Thus began Nostro Grande’s pleasant academic life, which proved to be very comfortable.

Having a blood-related older brother who had risen to prominence in recent years led to such unpretentious and simple benefits.

Link was not dissatisfied with this arrangement and even frequently invited Nostro Grande to his home for meals.

With open communication, Jasmine, too, came to know the true identity of Nostro Grande.

She played the part very well, embodying a very qualified sister-in-law.

During this period, Dean Frist did not make an appearance.

But there was a tacit understanding among them.

Link was representing Ravensmouth College in showing friendship to Nostro Grande.

And Nostro Grande was happy to accept it.