Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

Duke went over the three issues again in his mind.

Baroque’s old injury was the most urgent, and also the most concrete.

When that short, stocky old man had described his old injury in the conference hall, his tone had been so flat it was like he was talking about someone else, but the fingers gripping the edge of the table betrayed the unwillingness he had harbored for centuries.

For a problem involving damage to the Magic Circulation and physical repair, among all the experts in the Six-Ring Tower, the first person Duke thought of was Wilkinson.

This deputy head of the Magic and Alchemy Technology Department, a Level 4 Alchemy Master, had previously refined three Magic Potions to help him advance to Level 3; the refinement quality and professional integrity had both been impeccable, and having him custom‑tailor a restorative Magic Potion for Baroque was the most reliable choice.

As for Selena’s bottleneck in Rule of Water Enlightenment and Zephiris’s deviation in Wind Rules, both touched on deeper Rule theory. Duke planned to consult a Level 5 Mage from the Six-Ring Tower’s Arcane Research and Knowledge Management Department, settling two theoretical issues in a single appointment.

Duke first sent an appointment message to Wilkinson’s assistant through his Six-Ring Badge, then submitted a consultation request to a Level 5 Mage in the Arcane Research and Knowledge Management Department.

Wilkinson’s side replied quickly: the alchemy room had a free slot tomorrow morning, he could come directly.

The Level 5 Mage’s assistant, on the other hand, replied that scheduling was required and he would probably have to wait a few days.

Duke marked both time nodes in his schedule. The order in his mind was already clear: first go to Wilkinson to settle Baroque’s Magic Potion issue; during the few days waiting for the Level 5 Mage’s slot, he could also handle the follow‑up coordination for material procurement with the two major Commerce Associations.

The next morning, Duke arrived punctually at the end of the corridor on the seventy‑first floor of the Six-Ring Tower’s Magic and Alchemy Technology Department.

As he pushed the door open and entered, that familiar complex medicinal fragrance rushed to meet him.

Over the Obsidian Workbench, a dozen constant‑temperature rune arrays still floated in place; several flasks of semi‑finished Magic Potions were slowly bubbling.

Wilkinson was standing in front of the workbench, still busy with some potion‑related work.

"Come in, don’t stand at the door." Wilkinson didn’t even turn his head, his voice still had that slow, old‑school scholar’s cadence. "Looks like your promotion went smoothly; the fluctuations in your Spiritual Power are very stable. Your foundation really is solid. What brings you here this time?"

Duke closed the door, walked up to the workbench, and gave a brief description of Baroque’s situation.

He did not mention the specific background of the Oracle Plane, only said that a friend of his had suffered a serious injury when he was young; ever since, his Earth Element Magic Power had never flowed smoothly, and every time he drew on Rule Power, intense stabbing pain would flare at the old wound. He had tried blood replacement, Healing Techniques, and soaking in mineral springs, all to no effect, and he had now been stuck at a bottleneck for hundreds of years, unable to break through.

He relayed Baroque’s symptoms from the conference hall, with slight modifications.

Wilkinson did not speak immediately after listening. He simply set the dropper back onto the stand, wiped his hands with a cloth, then turned around, arms folded across his chest, his brows faintly furrowing.

"Stabbing pain at the old wound when drawing on Rule Power means that when the Magic Circulation was injured, scar tissue formed; when Rule Power passes through that scar, it causes an energy blockage. This isn’t a simple external injury, it’s structural damage to the Magic Circulation. Of course blood replacement and mineral‑spring soaking are useless—those only treat the symptoms." He tapped a finger against his own temple. "You need a Magic Potion that can act precisely on the scar tissue of the Magic Circulation, repairing the damaged circuits while still withstanding the repeated scour of Rule Power. The formula has to be tailor‑made. What’s your friend’s Earth Element Affinity? What level?"

Duke thought for a moment and answered, "Peak of Level 3 Early Stage, Earth Attribute Affinity. The specific Affinity Level is uncertain, but roughly I can judge it should be High Affinity."

All those who cultivated to Great Mage Level in the Oracle Plane were one‑in‑ten‑thousand genius figures, so possessing High-Level Elemental Affinity Talent was entirely normal.

Wilkinson turned and pulled out a blank formula draft sheet from a drawer beneath the workbench, spread it on the table, and picked up a quill, starting to write rapidly.

He wrote as he muttered to himself, occasionally pausing for a few seconds to think, then continuing.

Duke stood quietly to the side, watching without interrupting.

After about a quarter of an hour, Wilkinson set down his pen and pushed the draft sheet over to Duke.

"We’ll need three core materials: Earth Element Rule Crystal Fragments as the medicinal base, to carry the Rule energy that repairs the Magic Circulation; Dragon Blood Grass Root Extract as an active catalyst, responsible for dissolving the scar tissue; and one portion of high‑purity Starlight Sand, used to stabilize the release pathway of the medicinal power within the Magic Circulation and prevent secondary damage during the repair process.

The auxiliary ingredients I already have on hand, but these three primary materials need their dosages specially calibrated. Give me a few days to research and test. I’ll quote you the cost once I have results. Conservatively, these materials are all expensive—it depends on what kind of concrete scheme I can work out."

Duke nodded and said that was fine.

Wilkinson waved his hand, indicating that he could go, then picked the dropper back up and resumed the refinement procedure that had been interrupted.

The fluorescent blue liquid began to fall drop by drop; the dripping sound was monotonous yet steady in the quiet alchemy room.

In the days while waiting for Wilkinson to compound the Magic Potion, Duke did not stay idle.

At the scheduled time, he went to the floor where the Six-Ring Tower’s Arcane Research and Knowledge Management Department was located. Passing through several rune door restrictions that required clearance to traverse, he stepped up to a semi‑transparent silver‑blue crystal door.

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