The Wizard Path From The Simulator

- 162: 126 “Sorcerer’s Handbook” “Lord of

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Having finished writing the last page, Milton Cheney gently placed his pen aside, before speaking.

“Dean ! ”

A young man approached Milton Cheney, spoke with respect, a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

“How is the integration of the first edition of the Sorcerer’s Handbook coming along?”

Upon hearing Milton Cheney’s words, Wayne Yorke gave a bitter smile, “Dean, it is still not working. Problems emerge every time we try to practice.” Milton Cheney did not immediately respond, as if deep in thought.

After a while, Milton Cheney spoke up:

“We lack people, and we lack knowledge. The cost of trial and error is too high.”

“From now on, Golden Dynasty Academy will establish sub-branches in all states, which will be called Star-Picking University. Golden Dynasty Academy will be renamed to Star-Picking Academy.”

Milton Cheney’s voice was not low, and he did not deliberately hide it from others.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

So, when these words fell, the originally somewhat noisy library fell silent for a moment.

However, the noise resumed after a brief pause.

“Dean, there is no precedent for an academy establishing subsidiary academic institutions.”

Wayne Yorke looked a bit shocked, but still spoke hesitantly as he was unsure whether the dean’s decision was a whim or not.

Establishing subsidiary academic institutions in all states would consume a tremendous amount of human, material, and financial resources.

“So, what if we set this precedent?”

Milton’s voice was very calm.

With the current population of Star-Picking Academy, integrating the first edition of the Sorcerer’s Handbook is undoubtedly impossible. Therefore, he needed more people and more knowledge.

“I understand, Dean. I’ll get started right away.”

“If there are any obstructions, you can go to the sovereign. He will provide us with the greatest possible support.”

Milton Cheney picked up a fresh piece of paper and a charcoal pen again, continuing to write on it.

Wayne Yorke hurriedly left.

He knew that he wouldn’t have any free time in the ensuing years.

However, the fact that the dean entrusted him with this important task clearly showed the dean’s trust in him.

It wasn’t surprising that Wayne Yorke hesitated. It was a minor matter for an academy to change its name. Every dean had that right.

The name of the Golden Dynasty Academy had been changed more than a dozen times already.

But no one had ever established subsidiary academic institutions before.

An academy is a concentration camp for top talents in the kingdom.

Underneath are literary houses, academies, and universities.

Undoubtedly, the ultimate goal of all these people is to reach the academy. If a university is established, the reputation of the academy would likely be attacked.

But did Milton care about this? Of course, he didn’t.

What he cared about was the path of cultivation in this world, Star Gazing Technique, scholars, and sorcerers.

Milton was no longer the weak boy he used to be.

He had already been with Star-Picking Academy for ten years, and he had a thorough understanding of the cultivation path in this world.

Before the End of Dharma Era, people in this world practiced the Star Gazing Technique.

These people were called scholars!

Of course, they had another name that was not widely known to ordinary people.

— Sorcerer!

Time flies, with eighteen years passing in an instant!

At this time, Star-Picking Academy had expanded three times over!

Inside Star-Picking Pavilion.

Milton Cheney put down the first edition of the Sorcerer’s Handbook in his hands.

No emotions could be seen in his eyes. Wayne Yorke stood quietly in front of him.

“You may leave.”

“Yes, Dean!”

Wayne Yorke respectfully excused himself.

Milton Cheney picked up the thin booklet in front of him again.

“It’s still too ordinary, hardly different from the common Star Gazing Technique, only slightly more adaptable.”

After nearly twenty years of integration and the deductions from all the gifted people in the Everlasting Spring Nation,

The Sorcerer’s Handbook assembled in the end left Milton somewhat disappointed.

This was far from meeting his expectations.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, one can see far, but also be influenced by the giants.

Because you just can’t see those sceneries normally.

“The issue of natural energy is another problem that must be resolved.”

“There are still too few people. After all, Everlasting Spring Nation is just a medium-sized kingdom. If all people in the Great Void Realm participate in the deduction of Sorcerer’s Handbook, I don’t believe we can’t find a way!”

Milton murmured to himself and put down the booklet in his hand again.

If he could describe the first edition of the Sorcerer’s Handbook in one sentence, it would be: nothing special, but not without value!

“I’ve been idle for so long, it’s time to make a move! ”

The next moment, Milton moved and disappeared into the Star-Picking Pavilion.

A Level 1 Wizard can be described with one word in the Great Void Realm during the End of Dharma Era – invincible!

Time passed, this time, twenty-two years passed!

In front of Milton Cheney was a man shrouded in a black robe. The man handed the new golden butterfly to Milton.

Fifth Grade Golden Butterfly!

At this point, Star-Picking Academy had forty branches spread across thirty-two countries.

Thousands of universities turned all the voices from these thirty-two countries into the voice of Star-Picking Academy.

A Fifth Grade Academy could already be considered amongst the top-ranking ones in the Great Void Realm.

“Is the path of the Sorcerer really severed? Is the Age of Absolute Law inevitable?”

Milton asked quietly, looking at the black-robed man in front of him.

Looking at this Void Realm Envoy who originated from the ‘void’.

A silent atmosphere enveloped the room, the Void Realm Envoy did not speak.

The next moment, the Void Realm Envoy turned into a wisp of light and disappeared, leaving no answer to Milton’s question.

Perhaps because he did not have an answer himself.

Milton stood still, his gaze lingering on the spot where the Void Realm Envoy had disappeared..