Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 713 - 333: Sand Sea School

In the lab, Ron concentrated on etching a intricate rune when the Tri-Element Communication Crystal at the table's edge suddenly emitted a blue light.

Hayek's aged features emerged on the crystal's display.

Yet, the elder's face appeared far more at ease than during their separation in the Black Mist Jungle.

"Ron." Hayek's voice held steady, free from the exhaustion of prolonged stress:

"Cassandra Tower Master has called together all the Marginal School leaders, asking us to travel to the Central Lands for... resource reallocation."

He hesitated for a moment, a mixed feeling flashing in his gaze:

"It's labeled as a work report, but really it's a full personnel review. She aims to confirm that everyone contributes to the conquest plans."

Ron set aside his etching tool, invoking 'Hermit’s Knowledge' to scrutinize Hayek's subtle facial cues.

Though the elder seemed composed, his clenched jaw and narrowed pupils betrayed underlying anxiety.

Evidently, this summons carried far greater gravity than it appeared.

"What's your plan?"

"Several of us veterans wish to see you." Hayek's manner grew a touch wary:

"'Whirlpool Tavern,' tonight at ten. The private rooms provide strong privacy safeguards."

"Naturally, I'd like to meet the Masters too."

Once the link faded, Ron gazed at the darkening crystal, swiftly pondering the hidden implications of this setup in his thoughts.

Cassandra picked this timing to consolidate the Marginal School's human assets, evidently gearing up for imminent big shifts.

.........

Perched atop a massive levitating stone, the 'Whirlpool Tavern' rotated gently, producing a disorienting sight.

Its exterior consisted of vibrant crystals that shifted hues according to the moods of those inside.

Upon entering through the sturdy wooden entrance, Ron sensed the distinctive vibe of the place.

Embedded in the walls were muffling runes from more than a dozen realms, while the atmosphere hummed with faint magical pulses that disrupted common spying incantations.

This spot was obviously the go-to for confidential talks among Central Lands Wizards.

"Your companions await in the 'Silence Hall.'"

A server whose eyes were prosthetic silver metal politely led Ron along the winding passages.

Stepping into the chamber, he spotted known countenances.

At the round table's head sat Hayek, who seemed much more aged, yet his eyes shone with the ease of shed responsibilities.

Next to him was Yuni, whose violet tresses had restored their shine, and the shadows of Spiritual Contamination had nearly faded away.

Evidently, escaping the perilous Black Mist Jungle and gaining extra 'Favor' had eased her moderate contamination effects considerably.

Magnus fondled his snowy beard, keeping his usual stern look, though a spark of pride appeared when he eyed Ron.

The biggest shock for Ron was Holt, positioned in the corner.

Formerly the Black Mist School's head, he had now bridged the vast divide, yet he clearly hadn't adjusted fully to his fresh abilities.

Moments earlier, as he reached for the cup, his inadvertent magic cracked the stem, sending red liquid spilling over the surface.

"Blast it..."

Holt scowled, glancing at his palm with some frustration:

"Back in the Black Mist Jungle, I dreamed endlessly about becoming an official Wizard. Now that it's happened, even grasping a glass proves tricky."

This clumsiness stood in sharp opposition to Ron across from him.

Despite his youth, Ron's magical aura was profound and perfectly restrained, demonstrating remarkable mastery.

"Adapting to magic requires time."

Ron lightly inscribed a steadying rune into the wood:

"This should aid you in curbing magic leaks for now. Keep in mind, spiritual power must guide every strand of magic as if directing a finger."

With the rune's activation, the turbulent energies near Holt settled instantly.

"Thanks." A faint trace of resentment laced Holt's words:

"Whenever it arises, you always deliver the most effective fixes."

"You're welcome." Ron responded softly, then turned to Hayek:

"Senior Hayek, could you detail the results of this 'resource allocation'?"

Hayek sipped from his goblet, regarding Ron:

"Nearly everyone from the old Black Mist School group has been transferred to the 'Quicksand Lands.'"

"Quicksand Lands?" Ron showed mild astonishment, as this posting truly surpassed his forecasts.

It served as a bountiful yet unforgiving hub for the extraordinary, superior to the Black Mist Jungle, but hardly a prime spot.

"Yes, we'll integrate into the 'Sand Sea School' there." Relief tinged Yuni's tone oddly:

"Though the conditions remain tough, we won't face daily Abyss breaches. Plus, its consistent magic density supports extended academic pursuits."

Magnus chimed in, "The Sand Sea School specializes in elemental mastery and terrain alteration, aligning nicely with our Black Mist Jungle expertise. Still..."

He scanned the group: "We understand that securing this placement likely stems from more than just field compatibility."

All eyes shifted toward Ron.