Ascension To Divine Throne - Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: The First Magic Workshop
Chapter 106: The First Magic Workshop

While Young William was still in the underground research room,

On the second floor of the mansion, in Joyce’s bedroom.

Apollo Stephens, who had just left the basement, appeared directly in the room and sat down on a nearby armchair.

Next to him was the butler, Joyce, who was pouring a glass of shimmering green wine and placing it in front of Apollo.

Apollo glanced at Joyce’s gray temples and said with a smirk:

“You’re still very young, why make yourself look so old?”

“Why pretend to be young like this old man?”

Joyce didn’t mind; his appearance had been intentionally altered. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for someone who had been in the mansion for over a decade as an “ordinary person” to still look young.

“So you used that favor just for your deceased older brother, Brandon?”

“I reminded you, last time you helped me at the risk of your life, I’m almost embarrassed by how easy it was for me to repay you.”

Apollo smiled; the relationship between these two legendary powerhouses seemed good.

“It’s not about worth; I feel it’s worth it.”

Joyce didn’t care about these things, saying:

“If you feel embarrassed, just put in more effort.”

“Sure, you can rest assured that Young William has quite a talent.”

Apollo took a sip of the green light-glowing wine and asked in surprise:

“This is brewed from the sap of the Life Tree of the elves. Where did you get such a good thing?”

In front of friends of the same level, both men relaxed a lot.

“I got it using Shadow Incarnation. I’ve been in Canlight City all this time, and you know it.”

“Your Shadow Incarnation is really useful. Next time, I’ll study and make one too.”

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The next day, at the Fis Royal Magic Academy.

William woke up early. Before heading to the First Magic Workshop, he first went to the administration building of the academy.

Yesterday, when his teacher left, he left behind a white card. William checked it and found it was his identity information card. He roughly understood what the dean meant.

He knocked lightly on the door and, upon receiving a “come in” reply, pushed open the door and walked in.

Inside, he saw the academy’s steward, Dalton Borges, sitting behind a large desk, seemingly always busy.

“Mr. Borges, sorry to bother you. I’m here to return my identity information card.”

Young William closed the door and said.

Dalton, without putting down his pen, looked up and glanced at Young William.

“Yes, you’re William Cain?”

Actually, Dalton didn’t know William before. He only had a slight impression yesterday when Odysseus came to him to get William’s identity information card. Besides, how could Dalton not pay attention when Odysseus and Joseph caused such a big commotion over getting William? Although it was Dean Apollo who finally controlled the situation, it also showed that this William Cain was not ordinary.

After all, Dalton had never seen a vice-dean and a runemaster fight over a disciple before.

I wonder who this William will end up being a disciple of?

Although a person can study with multiple teachers, the master-disciple relationship registered in the identity information card is the most important in the academy.

Dalton smiled and took the white identity information card from Young William’s hand, and began to read the updated information.

Under the column for William’s teacher’s name was written: Apollo Stephens.

“Apollo Stephens?!” Isn’t he the dean?

Dalton was stunned by this astonishing news, his head spinning.

What’s going on? Wasn’t it Joseph and Odysseus fighting over disciples yesterday? How did this mr. Cain become the dean’s disciple? This is a disciple of a legendary powerhouse, the status is a bit exaggerated!

“Lord Borges, if there are no further questions, I’ll take my leave. My teacher is waiting for me at the First Magic Workshop.”

William asked, noticing Dalton’s lack of response while holding the card for so long.

“Of course, William, you go ahead. Don’t keep the dean waiting.”

Dalton was taken aback and hurriedly replied.

The First Magic Workshop! It seems it’s not a false rumor.

After William left Dalton’s office, Dalton couldn’t focus on the remaining tasks. He paced back and forth in the room.

‘I have to report this to His Majesty the King quickly. The dean has taken a disciple; this is a big deal!’

Dalton settled down; as the appointed steward of the Fis Royal Magic Academy, it was his duty to report such important matters to the king as soon as possible.

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After leaving Dalton’s office, William hurried to the location of the First Magic Workshop.

As for Dalton, William speculated that Stephens had him return the identity information card to inform the kingdom about this news.

“I’ve taken William as my disciple. Be cautious, all of you!” Of course, this was good news for him. William was naturally willing to take the initiative to confirm his reliance on the Flame of Judgement.

But now, the most important thing was to go to his teacher and receive instruction. He wondered how the legendary mage would teach his disciple; hopefully, it wouldn’t just be a sudden enlightenment.

Before arriving at the First Magic Workshop, unlike other magic workshops, the exterior of the First Magic Workshop looked more like a standard mage tower, its overall red color seemingly matching the title “Flame of Judgement.”

As William approached the workshop, the door opened with a resounding noise, and a pleasant female voice sounded.

“Respected William Cain, welcome to the First Magic Workshop. Please come in!”

William nodded and walked towards the workshop.

The artificial intelligence of the First Magic Workshop seemed much more advanced than that of the Fifth Magic Workshop. Its tone was not as cold, as if a gentle and beautiful girl was really speaking to him.

Entering the workshop, William’s eyes were greeted with various peculiar decorations. They seemed to be the dean’s collection: dragon teeth, dragon bones, various exotic crystals and minerals, special magical items, and even several unknown plants with ferocious appearances lined the right wall.

William only glanced briefly before losing interest.

These things were all treasures of the legendary mage, undoubtedly precious, but if he touched them casually, he wouldn’t even know how he’d die.

“Where’s the teacher?”

“Apollo Stephens is waiting for you on the third floor.”

William nodded and headed upstairs via the staircase.

Arriving on the third floor, he saw Apollo Stephens, who appeared young, leaning on the sofa, writing something on a magic book in his hand.

When Apollo saw William approaching, he pointed to the sofa opposite and motioned for him to sit down. With a wave of his hand, the small table in front of them was filled with steaming red tea and exquisite desserts.

“You’re quite early. Let’s eat and talk.”