This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 127 - 112: As Time Goes By

Chapter 127: Chapter 112: As Time Goes By

"Lord Lucien, walking further ahead will bring us to the Black Marsh Duchy," Gagarin exclaimed from the front of the carriage.

"Okay, I’m aware." Lucien opened his eyes, then turned to Carly, who seemed somewhat apprehensive about approaching her hometown. "Carly, your hometown is in the Black Marsh Duchy..."

"The Black Marsh Duchy’s Blackstone Ridge, which is the Earl of Blackstone’s territory," Carly said softly. However, at this moment, she had calmed down, but there was much less anticipation in her eyes.

"Returning to your homeland, yet you don’t seem very excited?" Lucien looked at Carly, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"No... It’s mainly because now that I’m here, I don’t know whom to meet. After all, my parents passed away a long time ago..."

Carly spoke softly and cast a witchcraft spell that transformed her body from a fairy’s to a human’s under the effect of the magic. Soon, freckles appeared on Carly’s face as she reverted to her original human form.

Lucien, witnessing Carly’s now-somber mood, gently patted her shoulder. "We’re already here; consider it a farewell to the past."

"Right," Carly nodded vigorously.

"Gagarin, let’s take a detour to Blackstone Ridge," Lucien instructed.

"Yes, Lord Lucien," Gagarin raised his whip, though inside he envied the harmonious mentor-student relationship between Carly and Lucien.

If it had been any other tutor, it would have been generous enough to allow a student to detour home on their own. Yet now, Lucien was willing to take a detour just to let Carly have a look at her hometown?

Carly quietly looked out the window, while her feet started to swing slightly without her noticing.

"Stop fidgeting. Have you completed the assignment I gave you?" Lucien was somewhat distracted by Carly’s constant foot shaking. He glanced at her, whose mood seemed inexplicably buoyant, feeling that it was time for another splash of cold water.

"Just a little bit more, but I’ve got an idea now." To Lucien’s surprise, Carly’s answer was brimming with confidence, as if she was sure about improving the potion formula.

"Well, I shall look forward to it then," Lucien said, nodding lightly. He had intended to directly teach Carly the formula for the "Physical Potion Large," but now that she had her own ideas, letting her ponder on her own wasn’t a bad thing.

"Just watch me, Instructor Lucien," Carly lifted her head proudly, her eyes full of self-assurance.

Previously, she had tried to prepare the potion using fermented Blood Qi Fruit. Although the fermentation seemed to change the properties of the Blood Qi Fruit, causing some flaws in the original preparation method, even so, the potion she created had seen a slight improvement over the original version.

Carly believed that as long as she could refine the preparation process for the fermented Blood Qi Fruit, the final product would undoubtedly surpass the original physical potion.

"Alright, if you really make it, there’s a reward for you," Lucien said, smiling encouragingly.

Carly’s eyes shone even brighter.

...

Located in the southeastern portion of the Black Marsh Duchy, Blackstone Ridge was a comparatively barren earldom.

The region was known for producing a stone called "blackstone." Due to the mining of blackstone, some of the hills were stripped of vegetation and had been turned into dark open-pit mines.

Due to the barren land and its location on the border of the Black Marsh Duchy, Blackstone Ridge rarely saw travelers from outside the territory. However, on that day, two unusually luxurious and splendid carriages entered Blackstone City, immediately drawing the attention of many residents.

"What grand carriages, they look even bigger than the Earl’s own..."

"The carriages? Have you seen the two horses pulling them? Notice the small bumps on their heads? Those are unicorns, a majestic creation of the wizards, possessing the bloodline of legendary Magic Beasts. A single unicorn alone is worth at least three thousand kroner..."

Gagarin, who was driving the carriage, listened to the ignorant discussions of the residents with an indifferent expression but chuckled inwardly.

Kroner?

Merely a currency used by mortals. What he knew was that when Lucien had purchased these two carriages, he had paid with Magic Stones, not something that could be measured with the mortals’ currency.

"You just ran over our family’s chicken. Make your master come out; I want compensation!" As Gagarin closed his eyes, contemplating a wizardry model, a shrill voice interrupted him. Opening his eyes, he saw a tough-looking woman blocking the carriage, her eyes filled with greed.

Gagarin narrowed his eyes, but after glancing at Lucien, who was behind him in meditation, he did not take immediate action. Instead, he coldly uttered, "Move aside."

But the woman threw herself to the ground and started rolling around, screaming, "She hit me! She hit me!"

With a commotion...

Following her outcries, two groups of patrolling guards quickly emerged from the alleys and surrounded the carriages. The leading captain’s eyes revealed hardly concealed greed.

"You have disrupted the peace. Arrest them and detain them at..."

"What’s going on?" Lucien, sensing the commotion outside, couldn’t help but open his eyes.

"Lord Lucien..." Gagarin whispered an explanation.

"Deal with it," Lucien sighed internally, realizing that the trouble was caused by the two carriages and the horses they had purchased.

"Yes, Lord Lucien." Gagarin narrowed his eyes, looking at the squad leader who was holding a ceremonial sword and had already approached the carriage to inspect the "spoils of war". He stretched out his left hand directly.

Whoosh—

A small flame appeared and then fluttered down onto the beady-eyed squad leader, immediately setting him ablaze.

"Ahh ahh..." The squad leader let out wails of agony. Under Gagarin’s deliberate control, the fire wasn’t particularly fierce, but slowly roasted the man, causing him immense pain, yet preventing him from dying quickly.

"A wizard! A great wizard!" The other patrolmen and villagers looked at Gagarin with awe, taking the initiative to distance themselves from the squad leader, fearing that getting too close would draw the wizard’s ire upon themselves.

"Vayne, and you Klaish, hurry up and kill them, or my brother-in-law..." At this point, the squad leader was rolling on the ground, but the flames simply wouldn’t go out.

"Mercy, Lord! Mercy, Lord!" The woman who initially stopped the carriage, witnessing the squad leader’s pitiful situation, trembled and immediately prostrated herself, her clothes already stained with moist patches.

Gagarin glanced at the woman and then casually cast a spell of witchcraft.

Instantly, a dense layer of feathers grew out of the woman’s body, and her frame began to shrink until she was transformed into a frightened hen.

"Cluck cluck cluck..." The hen flapped its wings and fled, leaving behind a fresh egg on the ground.

Upon witnessing this scene, the other villagers and patrollers were struck with fear and hurriedly scattered in all directions, anxious to avoid collateral damage.

At this moment, Lucien stepped out from the carriage, looking at the squad leader who was still wailing and rolling on the ground, and gently extended a hand.

Whoosh—The squad leader’s left arm bent unnaturally, but as it did, the flames on his body dissipated.

"Ah... oh!" However, having just been through an ordeal of fire, he was still somewhat dazed and couldn’t help but shout out.

"Lord is kind," Gagarin bowed his head, flattering Lucien with a compliment.

"Kind?" Lucien looked at the dazed squad leader in the distance and then at Gagarin, who was humbly bowing his head.

"So... this is already considered kind?" Lucien sighed internally, but he didn’t dwell on it any longer. Instead, he turned to Gagarin, "There’s been too much noise here, and I expect the city administrators will come to intervene soon... Gagarin, you handle it when they arrive. Carly and I have some matters to attend to."

"Yes, Lord." Gagarin, watching the squad leader as he scurried away, clutching his bent arm, pondered for a moment but then silently altered the spell he’d cast, allowing the woman he had transformed into a hen to revert to her human form in three hours.

...

In the meantime, Lucien and Carly were strolling the streets of Blackstone City, both wearing hooded cloaks to conceal their faces. However, because they both had reined in their presence, they didn’t attract as much attention as they had while riding in the carriage.

Carly, who had grown up in Blackstone City, naturally became Lucien’s guide at this time.

"This is the street where I used to live as a child..." Carly would narrate her memories associated with each familiar place to Lucien as they passed by.

"Grandpa Simon!" Suddenly, Carly spotted an elderly man dozing off in front of a grocery store and shouted with glee before running over to him.

"Is that... Carly?" The old man seemed puzzled at first, but when he recognized who it was, a smile lit up his eyes. He gently tore off a small piece of candied fruit from behind the counter and handed it to Carly.

"I hear you went off to study somewhere?" Simon asked Carly, as if he had just remembered that Carly had been away from Blackstone Ridge for quite some time.

"Yes, I went to Greybone Academy. This is my mentor, Lucien..." Carly was very excited as she talked to the old man for a good while, eating candied fruit and only then feeling contented.

"Grandpa Simon is really nice, it’s just that... sigh." After parting from Simon, Carly seemed somewhat wistful.

Lucien placed a piece of candied fruit into his mouth, "If you’re willing, you can certainly help him."

"Help? But that would at least require..." Carly paused, startled.

"You are now a Third-level Wizard Apprentice and might even become a Formal Wizard in the foreseeable future." Lucien looked at Carly, "Now, if you want to help an ordinary person, not to mention clearing a bit of crime from his son. If you wished for their family to become nobility, to own a territory, it’d be a trivial matter, something that could be settled with a mere word."

"A mere word?" Carly seemed bewildered, as if she hadn’t fully adapted to the changes in her status yet.

"Such is the change strength brings about," Lucien patted Carly’s shoulder gently.