Lydia enthusiastically recounted her flying experience, captivating the apprentices and townsfolk alike.
Would flying through the clouds in the sky truly feel as refreshing as being caressed by a sea breeze? Everyone yearned to experience this extraordinary sensation.
And ten silver coins didn't seem all that expensive.
The halfling girl chattered on and on, but upon seeing Herlram, she remembered the purpose of their flight and nervously asked, "Master Herlram, this should be considered a success, right? I spent a long time in the sky without using any magic!"
Herlram gazed at Lydia, hesitating for a moment without responding.
"My arcane lessons don't require magical talent; even an ordinary person can gain a lot of knowledge from them," Lynn chimed in at this moment.
"In that case, give it a try," Herlram said noncommittally.
"That's amazing!" Lydia jumped up in joy, and she embraced several halflings. Darren, in particular, was overcome with excitement, unable to contain his tears.
"I knew you could do it, Lydia!"
"It's great; the halflings will soon have a wizard of their own."
***
The overly excited Darren and the others decided that they must have a good drink after returning home tonight.
While gathering in the square, some wizards and apprentices watched Lydia and the others making a commotion. They couldn't help but furrow their brows. Enrolling a halfling with no magical talent was a first, and it also violated the Wizard Council's regulations. However, thanks to the awe-inspiring flight experiment and Herlram's approval, no one dared to openly object.
After the excitement subsided, Herlram used magic to restore the ground that had turned to sand. He instructed a few wizards to maintain order in the square, then led the professors and students back to the Iyeta Academy, preparing to welcome two esteemed guests from Wizard City.
Lydia and the others who stayed in the square, while happy, didn't forget to take advantage of the excitement to sell tickets for the airship.
According to Lynn's previous pricing, the tickets for the airship were priced at ten silver coins each, which was affordable for most townsfolk.
As a result, many people were willing to spend the money to board the airship and take a trip on this alchemical contraption, which was even taller than a building.
In a short half-hour, Lydia had already sold over six hundred tickets, and following the principle of "first come, first served," each person's name was recorded, making it impossible for anyone to sneak a free ride.
The interior of this airship was quite spacious, accommodating up to ten people at a time, flying in the sky for about an hour each time. At least ten trips could be made in a day, but even so, it would take several days to accommodate everyone.
In just a short time, they had collected more than sixty magic gold coins. Darren and the others were all smiles because Lynn was willing to give them one-tenth of the ticket sales as operational expenses.
With this kind of enthusiasm, they could easily make several dozen magic gold coins each month, and it was much more lucrative than making small trinkets in the workshop.
While Darren and the others were lost in their dreams of a better life, inside the Iyeta Academy, Herlram, Tikk, Rol, and the professors had already arrived in the main hall.
Groups of fairies flew in from the windows, placing steaming hot dishes on the square table in front of everyone.
Roasted tomatoes, mashed potatoes, white bread, the tailbone of a herbivorous lizard, the spine of a camel beast, the foreleg of a fire lion, and many bizarre ingredients that Lynn couldn't even recognize...
Lynn cautiously cut a small piece of the fire lion's foreleg and put it in his mouth. It seemed more tender than beef, though lacking in seasoning, it was already considered a sumptuous meal in the land of the wizards.
"Professor Lynn, I must thank you for allowing me to witness such an interesting airship and falling experiment as soon as I arrived at Iyeta Harbor. I'm afraid the 'Magic Weekly' won't be short of news for the next month." Rol raised his wine glass and looked at Lynn, jokingly.
"Mr. Rol, you flatter me... I would like to ask you to be more considerate when expressing your opinions in your articles," Lynn raised his glass first and emptied it, politely saying.
He knew the power of the pen, and he was well aware that by expressing his views more radically in the "Magic Weekly," they could cause him a lot of trouble.
"That won't do. I must faithfully report everything I see. It's the most basic ethical responsibility of a 'Magic Weekly' editor." Rol shook his head, smoothly stating.
Lynn was speechless. He never believed that a media person had such an ethical responsibility; it simply didn't exist. But if the other party wasn't willing to make promises, there was nothing he could do.
"By the way, Professor Lynn, I have a question..." Rol's hand holding the wine glass paused, and he curiously asked, "What is your wizard rank?"
At these words, everyone in the room turned their attention to Lynn, all very curious about this question.
Theodore, Kevin, and others who knew some insider information guessed that Lynn must be a three-tier wizard. After all, he had killed an Arch Bishop and destroyed half a town, and an entire three thousand-man guard unit, even if he used some alchemical item that needed prior preparation, it was still an incredibly powerful feat.
But the one thing that made them doubtful was that Lynn looked exceptionally young, perhaps not even twenty years old.
Keep in mind that the most famous genius in the land of the wizards, the "Star of the Magic" Ogest, also became a three-tier wizard on the eve of his twentieth birthday.
Under countless curious gazes, Lynn calmly drank the red wine in his glass and said with composure, "I think we should wait for Mr. Tikk to determine my wizard rank. The testing methods in the land of the wizards might be different from those of the 'Society of Mystical Arts.'"
The professors found Lynn's teasing response even more intriguing, but they could afford to wait a bit longer. After all, a meal wouldn't take too much time, would it?
Lynn slowly placed his wine glass on the table, his face unreadable, but he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of unease.
Even though he had never verbally admitted to being a formal wizard and used the identity of a scholar when introducing himself, there was no doubt that everyone present regarded him as a full-fledged wizard. If there was a problem during the testing, it could be troublesome.