A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 106 Goodbye, Velisco

A messenger from afar brought greetings from the Alchemists' Council.

Jiang Shuzhou's letter of appointment has arrived.

The envelope was branded with a magic circle to prevent prying, and the sealing wax seal in the center was the alchemist's mark—a tilted scale.

"Your Excellency Navis Lebo, your mastery of alchemy is truly awe-inspiring. On behalf of the Alchemists' Council, I extend my sincerest greetings to you."

In recognition of your outstanding contributions to alchemy, and with the unanimous consent of the Alchemist Council, you are hereby appointed Lord of Hamlet's Territory and granted the title of Viscount.

May you go far in your alchemy journey and have a smooth path in your pursuit of truth. — Napamela, the Pioneer

"In the year 457 of the Alliance calendar, the mage on duty was Chrisin."

The contents of the letter were not written or stamped with the mage's seal by the legendary alchemist Napamela.

But this is normal; after all, genius is just the threshold to meeting this legendary alchemist.

Having accepted the letter, Jiang Shuzhou's stay in Verisco officially began its countdown.

No matter how good Velissco is, he belongs to someone else; Jiang Shuzhou is always just a passerby.

Moreover, the situation in the Storm Sea has deteriorated to an unimaginable degree.

Before leaving, Jiang Shuzhou prepared to say goodbye to Alger and the others.

After all, they wouldn't see each other again for a long time after this departure. In any case, regardless of the purpose, Jiang Shuzhou had at least received some support.

Leaving without saying goodbye is rather impolite.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

When Jiang Shuzhou informed Alger and the others that he was leaving, they received a flood of well wishes.

Only Alger sent his most trusted followers.

"Lord Navis, this is something that the Lord and Lord Sidney asked me to give you."

The man before him was burly and possessed a hidden power that made Jiang Shuzhou feel threatened.

It was clear that this follower was a high-ranking warrior.

"My lord is too busy with official duties to come and see me off in person. I apologize on his behalf."

As he spoke, the follower actually knelt down on one knee.

"useless."

Jiang Shuzhou naturally wouldn't let this high-ranking warrior actually kneel down to apologize; he quickly stepped forward to help him up.

He could sense that although the other party seemed compliant, the strength of a high-level warrior was enough to crush a boulder. If the other party didn't genuinely want him to help, he wouldn't have been able to support him at all.

"President Alger is extremely busy; how could I possibly trouble him to come and see me off in person?"

"Your Excellency Navis is too kind."

Just make a gesture; he can't accept a real kneeling apology.

First of all, Jiang Shuzhou doesn't have this habit; he doesn't do this kind of thing.

Secondly, face is given by others, but reputation is earned by oneself.

Since Alger gave him face, Jiang Shuzhou couldn't be shameless either.

The burly man stopped insisting and handed over two heavy boxes and a letter.

Please accept this.

I didn't say I didn't want it.

After placing the gift down, the burly man bowed slightly, then turned and hurried away, his figure quickly disappearing around the street corner, clearly indicating that he had a heavy task ahead of him.

A bag of seeds and a book—that was the gift Alger and Sidney gave him.

There was also a letter in the bag. In the letter, Alger sincerely apologized to Jiang Shuzhou and included a train ticket in the envelope.

Those were train tickets to the Northlands, and what was special was that the train would pass by the ruins of Silvermoon City.

Clearly, Alger wanted him to see the remnants of the First Magical War.

Witness that history that should serve as a warning to any mage.

The Book of Planting, a gift from Sidney.

It details the characteristics and cultivation methods of tens of thousands of herbs, and the margins are filled with Sidney's handwritten notes, recording his experience in modifying dozens of herbs.

A bag of seeds, containing various herbal seeds, including callus, was Sidney's recognition and encouragement of Jiang Shuzhou.

A book is a ladder of knowledge.

A bag of seeds is the spark that will ignite his future territory.

These two gifts are more precious than any treasure.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Harvey was filled with regret at this moment.

"It's time!"

"I propose..."

"If you ask me, we should just kill all the murlocs and then settle accounts with the Holy Alliance for harboring the Goddess of the Magic Network!"

"..."

Inside the council hall, dozens of high-ranking mages were arguing heatedly, each sticking to their own opinions and refusing to compromise.

This greatly upset Harvey, who was chairing the meeting. He began to regret that he should have resigned when the tea trees were destroyed, and instead he would have suffered this ordeal.

Now he can't run away even if he wants to. The situation is special. These old fogies are all very shrewd and don't want to be mayors at all.

"Harvey, take a look at the messages."

Alger, who was standing nearby, reminded him.

Upon hearing this, Harvey used his mage's seal and saw Jiang Shuzhou's message.

After reading the message, a slight relaxation appeared on Harvey's tense face.

"To be honest, this is the only piece of news that makes me feel relieved."

After replying to Jiang Shuzhou's message, Harvey felt much better. Through this young genius, he seemed to see his younger, naive self.

"Mayor Harvey, do you have any insightful suggestions?"

Again.

Harvey cleared his throat and spoke slowly in a deep, hollow tone.

"I think the key is to identify the critical problem..."

This is something Harvey learned from Jiang Shuzhou's previous speech, which required the manuscript to be submitted for approval.

Harvey thought the manuscript was perfect for playing dumb, so he memorized it without hesitation.

As expected, the entire council hall fell into dead silence upon hearing this.

"Alright, Mayor Harvey, let's discuss this amongst ourselves."

The effect was remarkable. After this pointless remark, all the mages present were speechless and had nothing more to say.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the herbal shop, Jiang Shuzhou was making a big purchase, since he was going to play a private server in the northern territory. Although he had the highest privileges, he still needed to build everything in the server himself.

Don't expect to be able to grow herbs in a short time. If you don't buy a large quantity now, you'll probably have to spend half a day going to a big city to buy them later.

The shop assistants were enthusiastically introducing the prized items on the shelves.

Jiang Shuzhou's gaze swept over the items, and his fingers precisely pointed out several.

"I don't want this one, this one, this one, and this one too."

"I don't want any of them."

Upon hearing this, the shop assistant's smile froze.

Master, are you kidding me?

"Pack everything else up!"

"Your will."

The sales clerks finally smiled again. This year's sales figures—no, the sales figures for the next three years—were all set!

Soon, Jiang Shuzhou came out of the herbal medicine shop, followed by Hayes and Dvalin carrying a pile of things. There were so many things that Dvalin was almost overwhelmed. From a distance, it looked like the things were moving on their own.

Jiang Shuzhou's spatial ring and inventory were filled with the wool he had plundered from the Mage Alliance; these things could not be made public.

Some things are as light as a feather when weighed, but can be as heavy as a thousand pounds when weighed. In the current situation, it's best not to create trouble for yourself.

Now, Jiang Shuzhou is heading to the Mage Guild in the central district, where he needs to buy something.

Along the way, squads of soldiers patrolled every corner of Velissco, and anyone who seemed suspicious was questioned.

Of course, Jiang Shuzhou was an exception; the two badges pinned to his chest saved him a lot of trouble.

Soon, a five-story building came into view; we had arrived at the Mage Guild.

This is where Jiang Shuzhou's journey in Velissco began, and it will also be his final destination in Velissco.