Wizard: Max level talent, starting from zero-ring trick.

Chapter 81 Post-war Reflections, Goodbye Layton!

"Good lad!"

As Ian left, he didn't notice that thousands of meters above the ground, a giant owl was circling.

Mickey's huge eyes were fixed on the ground.

He also witnessed Ian's attack on Hal.

"Spirit Wind Runes, instantaneous chain wind blades, a Spirit Rune Resonance Technique with terrifyingly high proficiency!"

Mickey's keen eyesight allowed him to discern the methods Ian used.

But it is precisely because of this that it was so awe-inspiring.

Because these skills, when applied individually to any wizard, would be considered exceptional talent.

But at the same time, they all gathered on Ian.

"This is probably the power of an ordinary wizard who has condensed three runes."

Mickey pursed his lips.

Let alone Hal, even another wizard who has condensed three advanced runes would probably find it difficult to withstand such a sudden attack.

This is what makes a wizard who can cast spells instantly terrifying; if prepared in advance, they give other wizards almost no time to react.

Of course, I didn't come here just to watch the show.

"Although it has been cleaned up very well, it's not impossible for those wizards to find traces if they want to."

Mickey's eyes narrowed slightly.

Since that's the case, let's destroy it completely.

Intense wind elements gathered around him, forming a hundred-meter-high wind wall, which then blasted towards the ground.

It was like a hurricane passing through.

Everything within a radius of tens of meters was dug up, the ground was lowered by several meters, and everything was lost in the wind.

not only that.

The storm swept across a radius of tens of meters, erasing all traces of life in the surrounding area before slowly dissipating.

As the hurricane dissipated, Mickey flapped his wings again, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters.

A while later.

Return to the school of thought.

At this moment, an owl was still perched on the castle of the school.

It looks and smells exactly like Mickey Mouse.

But in the next instant, Mickey silently replaced it, and the phantom above the castle gradually melted away in the wind.

Close your eyes and rest.

It was as if nothing had happened.

.......

the next day.

Ian woke up from his sleep.

I got up and left my room. In the living room, the servants had already prepared dinner.

"Get up, let's have breakfast."

Chris, wearing pajamas that revealed her upper thighs, sat at the table and greeted Ian when he came out.

"Um!"

Ian nodded.

Judging from Chris's behavior, Hal's death has probably not been discovered yet.

That makes sense, though. If the patrols were that quick, Ross would have been caught when Merlin died.

I ate my breakfast quietly.

Ian was also planning yesterday's ambush.

"Yesterday's ambush was successful, but it was to be expected, considering I had been preparing for it for a whole year."

Hal's death was expected, and even went more smoothly than anticipated.

This resulted in his subsequent second, third, and fourth filings not having been completed in time.

However, this is a good thing, because filing a record only means that he has failed.

"However, this incident also proves how helpless wizards can be when faced with a sneak attack!"

Ian's eyes narrowed slightly.

Under his outburst, Hal could only instinctively put his wizard robes into a defensive stance, but they were easily crushed!

What if he encounters the same situation?

Ian began to ponder.

"To obtain a stronger defensive magical artifact, I either need to learn some defensive magical arts to enhance my physical foundation, and the same goes for the Great Knight Magic."

Ian likes to put himself in other people's shoes.

Some solutions quickly came to mind.

I've decided to pay more attention to this aspect in the future.

"Of course, we should still try to avoid this situation as much as possible."

Ian shook his head.

Being ambushed would be the worst-case scenario, and nipping the enemy in the bud is what he should do.

Either be more conservative or play it safe.

"But at least one problem has been solved!"

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

With Hal dead, the pressure on his heart eased considerably, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his chest.

Now I can focus on improving my skills again.

"However, that will take some time."

Ian shook his head.

As one of the core members of the Potions Department, Hal's death would inevitably attract the attention of the school.

Next, at least the Potions Department, and even the entire school, will definitely conduct a thorough investigation.

After all, nobody wants to be attacked like this.

However, he handled it cleanly enough, and with Mickey around, there shouldn't be any problems.

While mechanically eating his breakfast, Ian was also pondering how he should answer if someone came to question him.

Chris, standing to the side, looked at Ian, who was staring at his breakfast, with a resentful gaze.

It wasn't you...

Bang bang bang!

Just then, a series of urgent knocks sounded on the door.

Chris and Ian turned their heads toward the door.

"Wait a moment!"

Chris quickly returned to the house and changed into a presentable outfit before the servant opened the door.

Outside.

At that moment, Fain looked terrified.

"Lord Ian, something terrible has happened! Wizard Hal is dead!"

"Minister Vivian is summoning all members of the Potions Department back to the department!"

"What?!"

Ian's eyes widened, and the knife and fork slipped from his hand, falling naturally to the table with a crisp sound.

His pupils were filled with deep shock.

......

"Let's talk about it on the way here, what exactly happened!"

"That's the wizard Hal!"

On the way, Ian followed Farn as they raced through the school, asking questions as they went.

It was as if they truly knew nothing about it.

When they arrived at the department, they saw that the area outside was already covered with wizards on patrol.

At this moment, they were questioning one by one the wizards of the Potions Department.

A patrol of wizards came up to him, seemingly ready to stop Ian.

"Get out of the way, my Lord Ian is going to see Lady Vivian."

Farn stepped forward and stopped the wizard.

The patrol wizard's face immediately showed some anger.

After such a major event, how could anyone dare to stop them from asking questions at this time?

He immediately felt that his authority had been challenged.

"You are indeed not qualified to examine him. Theoretically, only third-class wizard apprentices in the training sequence are qualified to examine wizards under the supervision of the school!"

A hand patted him on the shoulder.

The wizard's face immediately turned grim, and he instantly realized that the person in front of him was Ian from the Potions Department.

Although he hadn't gained much fame in the past year, he was still a wizard in the training sequence, and not someone he could scrutinize.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ian."

The wizard felt aggrieved, but could only apologize.

Ian remained calm.

This is a right he deserves; he is no longer the wizard who could be arbitrarily examined by anyone.

"Wizard Layton, it's been a long time!"

He looked at the wizard who walked out from behind him; it was none other than Layton, the examiner he had known long ago.

"Ian, I'm sorry my people bothered you."

Layton nodded slightly.

"It's nothing, what happened?"

Ian waved his hand and asked.

"Let's talk about this together with your deputy minister."

Layton shook his head and walked side by side with Ian into the Potions Department.

Along the way, the wizards on both sides made way for them.