The Shadow of the Fermentation Tank

Chapter 93 The Shadow of the Fermentation Tank

Thomas pulled Lynn aside and said, "Recently, the academy seems to have some research results. They need plant materials for composting to conduct mass production research, so the control over chemical fertilizers is very strict."

"Some private fermentation facilities have also been built."

"You only managed to buy such valuable materials from me because you arrived early."

Thomas was right; the hay Lynn bought was the finest of the finest.

If we were to categorize the hay that Thomas delivered to Lynn using magic, about 20 grains would be equivalent to the magic of a first-level wizard apprentice.

It has 6-12 times more magic power than ordinary compost. With such high value, and in a time when it is so sought after and subject to great restrictions, people are still talking about "purchasing" it in public.

Isn't this going to kill him?

Thomas cautiously thought that if he were fined by the college, his good days would be over.

If the people behind him get involved...

He shivered. "So, what does Senior mean?"

Thomas peeked out.

"It's not impossible. But there are too many people and too many eyes here, so we'll have to find another place."

Thomas parked his car some distance away from the college, outside a restaurant.

"I won't sell it to you for more; it's the same price, but the quality... you know, the academy is keeping a very close eye on it."

Lynn was once again moved by the wizard's wisdom.

Thomas and Lynn are quite the shrewd individuals to be able to describe the reduction in quality in such a refined and elegant way.

Finn's caution, Thomas's shrewdness.

There isn’t a single fool in this wizarding world.

Lynn took out the money from his pocket, ready to transfer it directly, when he saw Thomas rubbing his hands together eagerly.

Lynn's fertilizer is definitely nothing.

But could it be that the guy whose predicament has been completely changed is the giant rat that caused the fertilizer shortage?

In just a few days, the car has changed, the person has changed, and even the magic power they possess has increased.

"Want some? The quality might not be great, but we still have plenty."

When can one's symbiotic life form fully evolve on its own?

That day will really come.

There are always opportunities in the vast depths of space.

"Send it to me."

a few days later.

The moon was bright and the stars were few. Under the false sky constructed by the wizard, the neatly arranged points of light still hung motionless on the dome.

Lynn crouched at the edge of the Herb Academy, holding a magic stone that was still warm, and gently pried it out of the slot of the alchemy device.

That device can create a small gravity-altering environment, shaped like a floor heater, with a heavy cast iron disc as its base.

The entire equipment, when fully deployed, forms a circle with a radius of fifty meters.

The target planet has about twice the gravity of the Wizarding World.

But Lynn adjusted the value slightly upwards to around 2.2, leaving herself some redundancy.

Under increased gravity, he performed a lot of energy-consuming movements on this circle with a radius of five kilometers, such as swimming.

They learned magic, swam, and continued to develop their creatures all at the same time.

His muscle groups received a great deal of training.

If the symbiotic panel could provide his own bio, he should already have tags like "Increased Endurance," "Strengthened Bones," and "Increased Muscle Rigidity."

Under high gravity, including the symbiotic life forms, his oxygen supply is not a problem at all.

However, the nutrient transport problems that occurred a few days earlier have been alleviated after several days of adaptation.

Lynn sniffled. "Besides, I also have a cerebrospinal fluid worm symbiotically."

His blood vessel walls thickened, and his heart pumped blood much more forcefully.

Symbiotic life forms don't change much, because most of them are already small.

Regarding Finn's mission, after these few days of investigation, there haven't been any drastic changes on Falvi and Mary's side.

The clues about the pike's changes kept appearing one after another, only to disappear again shortly afterward.

Its changes are significant.

Lynn noticed that the dogfish's trembling frequency fluctuated, suggesting it was just one opportunity away from a breakthrough.

Counting the days, it's been almost fifty days since I arrived in the wizarding world. The day of my dispatch is fast approaching.

Just then, Lynn's terminal vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out to check.

The signature is from Room 45 of the Problematic Wizards Control Center, signed Japas.

"Lynn, your departure date is set for the end of this month, thirteen days from now. Please note the date and report to Room 5 of the Wizard Control Center in advance. The mission will distribute corresponding equipment; learning and effectively using this equipment will require time and guidance from staff. The mission involves a diverse group of people, so to increase your survival rate, it is recommended that you arrive early. Your senior, Japas."

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Thirteen days?

Subtracting the time for reporting and equipment training, he probably only has less than ten days left to handle his current affairs at the academy.

Within ten days, he needs to push the pike's evolution past that bottleneck and figure out what exactly happened between Falvi and Mary.

"Finn's task is a bit difficult."

Lynn found the new batch of fertilizer that Thomas had left for him at the designated location, and thought to himself.

The quality of fertilizers is getting worse and worse.

He didn't bother to investigate what had happened to Thomas; the shrewd man must have his own way of surviving. But he really didn't want to haggle over this grade of fodder anymore.

However, "it's best to tell Finn before you go to report to the alien planet."

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Just then, he stopped in his tracks.

In the shadows at the edge of the training field, a furtive figure was moving about.

The figure was wide and round, and its silhouette appeared particularly clumsy in the shadows.

It resembles a human, yet it doesn't. It deliberately lowers its center of gravity.

But it was so wide that even lowering it couldn't completely hide it in that narrow shadow.

Lynn paused, taken aback by the round, layered outline.

He recognized him.

Falvi.

He was slowly moving along the outer wall of the Alchemy Academy, hugging the base of the wall until he reached a huge, enclosed fermentation tank.

"Falvi, did your uncle send you to relieve me?" The guard's voice came from not far away.

Falvi stopped and turned around, his face now bearing a gentle, slightly weary smile: "Yes. You can go now. I will protect our assets."

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The guard nodded, took the drinks, and left.

Lynn's gaze never left Falvi.

After the guard disappeared around the corner, Falvi glanced around before walking toward the closed metal door of the fermentation facility, reaching into his pocket with his right hand and groping for something.

His movements were very practiced.

A magic lock hung on the door. Falvi took a thin metal key out of his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and made a slight upward flick of his wrist as he turned it.

He pushed open the door and squeezed in, piled high with meat.

The moment the door closed, a bright light flashed in the darkness.

Lynn caught it. It was a fleeting glint of light that burst forth from the depths of Falvi's eyes.

green.

Dark green.

Lynn leaned against the plant and slowed her breathing.

pike?

He stared at the closed metal door. A guy controlled by a dogfish had pried open his uncle's private fermentation facility in the dead of night and gone inside.

Besides piles of magical fodder and compost, what else in there could be worth all this trouble?

He waited a while. The door didn't open.

In the darkness, Lynn suddenly remembered himself.

Could it be...