Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

"Dingling!"

With a crisp sound, a dark chain fell onto the chain that bound Kaspa.

The two chains touched, creating a link, which quickly fused into one.

Clearly, the chain that had fallen wasn't so much to capture Kaspa as it was to reward Locke for his merit and enhance the power of the original "Mill Master Bracelet."

Kaspa was just scaring himself.

"Phew--"

It wasn't until the great vortex quietly disappeared that he finally took a long breath.

Ivan and Locke didn't pay attention to his action; instead, they looked at the Mill Master Bracelet, which originally had three words engraved on it—Mill Master—but now had changed to "Workshop Envoy."

These were the alien world's letters, unfamiliar yet understandable.

Locke seemed to have been promoted.

"Boss, I feel it, a force penetrating into my body, my strength is about to become even greater," Locke suddenly realized something, his eyes shining brightly.

The power was coming from the "Workshop Envoy Bracelet," rapidly enhancing his strength.

He couldn't help but retract the chain; the power emanating from the bracelet grew denser, making him feel exhilarated in body and soul.

This gave Kaspa a chance to escape; he hurriedly flew to one side.

"Thinking of running away?"

"How could I? I just didn't want to disturb Mr. Locke here."

Kaspa hadn't gone far before he was blocked by a figure and could only awkwardly stop.

Compared to the giant monsters, Kaspa's power was far inferior; although he was fast, he couldn't teleport and naturally couldn't escape from Philomena and the rest's grasp.

"What should be done with this one?"

Hardy and Philomena were also present, and Philomena asked the core question.

Kaspa was essentially a Spiritual Body, looking no different from the young King of Green Thunder, making dealing with him a challenging dilemma.

The best solution would be a permanent one, to prevent future troubles.

Hardy was undecided for the moment, his gaze falling on the ruler of the Vinton family—Philomena.

"Do you have the memories of the King of Green Thunder?" Philomena asked abruptly.

"Yes, some memories from when he was young and full of vigor, as well as the spells he controlled back then, although sadly, I can't perform most of them. If you need, I can transcribe them for you---"

Kaspa hurriedly nodded, eager to prove his worth.

"Quiet!"

Seeing that he was talking more and more off-topic, Philomena cut him off.

For knowledge, sorcerers always offer the utmost respect; it mustn't be schemed against in this way, no different from theft.

Holding his life in their hands, Kaspa wisely didn't speak again.

Looking at this face that was familiar yet strange, Philomena hesitated in making a decision; after all, the connection with the King of Green Thunder made it hard for her to deliver a fatal blow.

Though a Spiritual Body was not fit to exist in the world, what strange and ancient thing hadn't sorcerers seen? It was not necessary to annihilate.

In this respect, sorcerers were indeed a very tolerant group.

"He shouldn't appear in Truth City."

After a moment of contemplation, these words finally came out of Philomena's mouth.

The others understood her meaning.

"Then let Ivan temporarily take care of it until you and the authorities decide on a solution," Hardy arranged smoothly.

"Thank you, Sorcerer Ivan," Philomena said to a sorcerer not far from Locke.

"No problem, I'll have Locke keep an eye on him," Ivan did not refuse since it was not a big deal. "By the way, should we change his name? The name Kaspa does stand out somewhat."

"Martin, Martin Kaspa, I will use this name from now on, what do you all think?"

Kaspa readily agreed before anyone else could respond; he clearly wanted to stay by Locke's side.

From what had happened before, it was clear that as a Spiritual Body, once one began to grow, they would be targeted by the great vortex and pulled under its terrifying mill, repeatedly crushed, a truly miserable fate!

Currently, the two solutions he could think of were either to hide and never go out or to stick by Locke's side and get a semi-official position, thereby becoming one of the people of the vortex.

As a white sorcerer, Kaspa preferred the second option.

"Martin."

"Present!"

"Sorcerer here. I know you're unlike ordinary Spiritual Bodies, remember, don't even think about running away, or next time you will definitely not escape."

This time, Philomena didn't make it difficult for him but seriously warned him.

Martin Kaspa nodded repeatedly.

After a while, Locke's strength finally underwent a transformation. His body trembled violently as a unique power emanated from within him.

The Domain Aura was formed.

After the Aura Power spread, a swirling mist of white clouds formed at Locke's feet, continuously rotating with a deep light scattering from above.

This scene made Martin shudder.

Because, part of this cloud vortex held the divine essence of the previous great vortex, and it seemed to be specifically to suppress their type of Spiritual Body. He wasn't even enveloped in it yet and already felt a heavy oppressive force.

From now on, he would definitely be tightly watched by Locke.

"Boss, distinguished ones, thank you for waiting."

Contrary to Martin's feelings, Locke was in a very pleasant mood, which seemed to not quite set him too far behind his seniors.

Of course, his mere pseudo-lord strength level was not worth mentioning to the Arcane Wizards present.

Considering his significant efforts, Hardy, Philomena, and Philomena all offered their congratulations, which flattered Locke, and he gladly accepted the task of guarding Kaspa.

"The three of you, what do you think about the alien plane just now?" Ivan took the opportunity to ask for advice.

"It emerged as expected."

"It is an opportunity."

"Let Locke take good advantage of it."

All three Hardy expressed their optimism.

This is Danaila, that plane could appear so overtly without causing any changes, which sufficiently illustrates its uniqueness, an existence much like the sun and moon, highly likely a part of the normal operating mechanism of the Star Realm.

Such an opportunity, of course, must be tightly seized.

"Indeed."

Seeing that the three didn't reveal any valuable information with their ominous wording, Ivan was not disappointed. Regardless, his thoughts aligned with the three.

He didn't know that Hardy and his companions had also not understood that alien plane and could only analyze it from various signs.

"I need to hurry back to Truth City," Philomena then stated.

"We'll wait for your news," Hardy nodded.

Subsequently, Philomena soared away; her airship was at a distance where she would rejoin her kin and then return to Truth City to discuss matters about Martin.

The others didn't stay in the Storm Sea either. They boarded the cloud shuttle and returned to East Capital, thus bringing this incident to a successful conclusion.