Half a month passed in the blink of an eye since Lynn had crossed into this land of wizards, and it had been the most peaceful time he'd experienced.
In the mornings, he taught a few classes of arcane mathematics at the Iyeta Academy. In the afternoons, he checked on the progress of the airship being constructed at the halfling's workshop. As for the evenings, he would work on advanced calculus problems and practice the newly developed magic, the [Cryogenic Ice Domain]
It had to be said that solving math problems was proving to be quite effective. His mental abilities were growing at a faster pace than before. However, the only downside was that he felt a bit mentally drained every time he left the house.
The pace of teaching arcane mathematics was faster than Lynn had anticipated. In just four short days, the basic formula for summing geometric series no longer satisfied the appetites of the wizard apprentices.
They yearned for more complex arcane math problems!
Lynn had to resort to his second secret weapon: square roots.
If exponential growth was considered challenging for these wizard apprentices, square roots were pure nightmares!
The students, who had originally been looking forward to new content, were now wailing in despair. Whenever someone passed by the classroom for arcane mathematics, they could hear strange exclamations from inside.
"I can't do it. I can't do it..."
"It's impossible. It's not my fault; the formula must be wrong!"
"This problem simply has no solution!!!"
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In just two days of classes, Elok and the others found the material too difficult, and most of them couldn't solve square roots.
Inside the Iyeta Academy, a new term began to circulate: "The Smile of the Arcane Mathematics Professor." Rumor had it that once Professor Lynn showed a smile, no one in the classroom could ever smile again!
Lynn felt somewhat helpless about this. If square roots were this difficult to grasp, he feared for his sanity when he eventually had to teach calculus...
In the following days, he had to start with geometry. Considering the varying learning speeds of the students, they even had to separate into elite and regular classes.
After finishing a new lecture on arcane mathematics, Lynn was about to leave when he was stopped by Philip.
"Professor Lynn, in the next couple of days, representatives from the Wizard Council and the 'Magic Weekly' will be coming to Iyeta Harbor. You should prepare in advance," Philip advised.
"Is it for the theory of free fall?" Lynn was surprised at first but quickly realized.
"Yes, and your theory of the cosmos. Master Herlram has already submitted these theories, but whether they will be published depends on the 'Magic Weekly' representative," Philip nodded.
"What about the Wizard Council? Why are they sending someone?" Lynn was curious; it couldn't be for the same thing.
"They're here to assess your wizard rank," Philip explained.
In the land of the wizards, the title of a formal wizard wasn't just a symbol of power; it also represented a certain status and privilege. This status could only be granted by the Wizard Council.
Generally, when it was confirmed that a foreign wizard would stay in the land of the wizards for an extended period, the council would send someone to confirm the wizard's identity and rank. There was also an observation period. If it was determined that the foreign wizard posed no threat, they would receive an official wizard's badge and robe.
Seeing that Lynn appeared somewhat worried, Philip hurriedly reassured him. "You don't need to worry too much about this. You're doing a great job teaching arcane mathematics, so passing the observation period should be no problem."
Lynn nodded. In truth, he wasn't worried about the observation period. After all, he had no intention of causing trouble in the land of the wizards. What concerned him more was the official assessment of his wizard rank.
Previously, when Lynn joined the Iyeta Academy, Herlram didn't assess his wizard rank. Lynn had thought it was already a given, but it turned out that this evaluation was carried out by the council.
Despite having engaged in high-intensity problem-solving for the past half-month, it would still take several days to reach the limit of magic growth. Hence, he hadn't been in a hurry to address the issue of acquiring the "Source of Magic."
"How are wizard ranks typically determined in the land of the wizards?" Lynn asked, probing for more information.
"Usually, the testing for Novice to Third Tier wizards is done using magic orbs, and mistakes are rare. Of course, if you're a Grand Wizard, those things are of no use," Philip chuckled, then curiously inquired about how the "Society of Mystical Arts" assessed ranks.
"In the 'Society of Mystical Arts,' there's only a scholar's rank, and individual status doesn't matter much. The only thing worth exchanging is knowledge," Lynn casually improvised.
Upon hearing this, Philip couldn't help but feel a sense of yearning. Perhaps only in a place like this could formal wizards like himself have equal exchanges with Grand Wizards or even Legendary Wizards, sharing their perspectives and conjectures about the world.
"So, what are the requirements for joining the 'Society of Mystical Arts?" Philip lowered his voice and discreetly asked. According to Lynn's description, the "Society of Mystical Arts" seemed to be a small group where members shared knowledge without being compelled to do anything they didn't want to. Joining such a society appeared to have only benefits, without any drawbacks.
"You must first present a piece of unique knowledge to prove your abilities. Furthermore, you need a recommendation from someone of a higher rank," Lynn patiently added to his lie, making it clear that since arriving in the land of the wizards, he had temporarily lost contact with the "Society of Mystical Arts," in order to dissuade Philip's thoughts.
After all, in the Sekas Empire, there was no such thing as the "Society of Mystical Arts." He couldn't just conjure one up, could he?
Under the guise of deception, Philip left with some lingering regret, and Lynn breathed a sigh of relief. The lies he had fabricated to deal with Herlram's inquiries had brought him many conveniences, but they had also created quite a bit of risk.
Lynn pondered strategies to handle the situation as he made his way to the halfling's workshop to check on the progress of the airship.
As he stepped inside, he collided with a hurried Lydia,
If one were to judge solely by their heights, it would seem like a dwarf had collided with a giant. But the reality was quite the opposite. Lynn stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance and avoiding a fall.
Lydia appeared unharmed and excitedly grabbed Lynn's arm, pulling him inside.
"Come on, Professor Lynn..."
After working day and night for over half a month, their airship had been completed ahead of schedule!