Bobbobovic stared at the chest on the floor for a long time, his expression revealing a hint of nostalgia, and he slowly said, "How long has it been? Ah, Jialan truly is a comforting place. I’ve almost forgotten why I came here in the first place, almost forgotten all that happened before. I really want to stay here forever.
Actually, staying here forever wouldn’t be so bad. After all, the lead on that matter has already been lost. Finding the truth now is nearly impossible. Then I might as well settle down in Jialan and peacefully be a teacher, teach the students—it’s quite nice."
"Of course!" Bobbobovic’s nostalgic expression vanished, replaced by a gritting of teeth, "If I’m to be a teacher, I’ll be the best, and I won’t tolerate others holding me back with their flawed reasoning. Humph, I couldn’t out-argue before, but if it comes to a fight now, it’s not certain that I wouldn’t be the opponent.
After all, according to the information given by Vian, that guy is just a newly promoted third-level wizard, or at most low middle stage of third-level. And me, huh, though I may seem like a first-level wizard, if I were to display my true capabilities, I’d surpass a low middle stage third-level wizard by far!"
"Let me show you how formidable I am then. Actions prove everything, right? I’ll let you know whose teachings are the most useful! But let me be clear, I’m not the one seeking trouble; you brought this upon yourself." Bobbobovic said.
After finishing speaking, Bobbobovic took a deep breath, waved his hand, and with a "clatter," the chains wrapped around the chest snapped.
Bobbobovic placed his hand on the surface of the chest and injected mana into it.
The chest lid automatically opened, revealing the many items inside.
The first thing he saw, placed on top of everything else, was a set of sky-blue wizard robes, embroidered with gold and silver patterns, with special designs at the collar and cuffs—it was quite magnificent.
Bobbobovic lifted the wizard robe and put it on. His demeanor immediately sharpened.
Then, Bobbobovic took out three gemstone-encrusted rings, two bracelets etched with magic runes, a pendant with a delicate string, and a grey short wand from the chest.
After equipping these items, Bobbobovic’s demeanor changed once more, becoming unstoppable.
However, the mana fluctuations Bobbobovic displayed were still that of a first-level wizard; even with the assistance of the luxurious array of magic tools, it was uncertain whether he could defeat a middle-level wizard.
But Bobbobovic was calm and composed. He leaned over to look at the bottom of the chest, where he spotted a small wooden box.
He carefully took out the wooden box, opened it, and revealed over twenty differently colored potion bottles tightly packed inside.
He reached for a purple potion, opened the bottle, and cautiously sniffed it. His brow furrowed, and he muttered to himself, "There’s a bit of a stench. Could it be that it’s gone bad because it’s been too long?"
"No, no, my personally concocted potions wouldn’t spoil so easily. Right, it must be an illusion, just an illusion." Bobbobovic shook his head, slowly bringing the purple potion to his lips and sipping it gently.
After the first sip, Bobbobovic’s face crumpled like a chrysanthemum.
After the second sip, the chrysanthemum seemed to have been ravaged by a torrential rain.
After the third sip, the chrysanthemum was utterly flattened by a carriage.
After he finally struggled to swallow the last sip, the expression on Bobbobovic’s face longer resembled a chrysanthemum, for no chrysanthemum was ever iron-blue.
Heaving sounds came from his throat. Bobbobovic pressed his hand over his mouth, producing muffled sounds, while muttering to himself, "It’s not bad, really not bad, I’m sure it’s not...ugh!"
Before he could finish, Bobbobovic staggered and rushed to the corner, where he began to violently vomit.
Only after he had thrown up everything he had eaten that morning did Bobbobovic stop, pale-faced, he returned to his original spot and stubbornly continued, "The potion is indeed not spoiled, it’s just that I haven’t used it for a long time, and my body isn’t accustomed to it. Yes, that must be it."
After speaking, Bobbobovic looked at the Potion Bottles in the wooden box, picked them up one by one, removed the stoppers, and sniffed hard, trying to discern.
Several minutes later, he had divided the Potion Bottles into two groups, each consisting of around ten bottles.
The ones placed inside the wooden box, he deemed safe to consume, while those outside the box were also safe to consume, but his body might temporarily be unaccustomed.
Looking at the potions inside the wooden box, Bobbobovic pursed his lips, and spoke, "There are fewer than expected, but it should be enough. Although I cannot display my strongest strength, it’s more than enough to deal with that fellow. Yes, more than enough."
After speaking, Bobbobovic picked up the potions inside the wooden box and started pouring them into his mouth, one bottle after another. As the last bottle entered his stomach, Bobbobovic’s aura suddenly soared.
First-level Wizard Peak!
Second-level Wizard Peak!
Third-level Wizard Middle Stage!
With a sound from his mouth, Bobbobovic moved his body a bit, checked his condition, nodded in satisfaction, and confidently declared, "With this current strength, I don’t believe there’s anyone in Jialan City who can oppose me! Since that’s the case, let’s have a good showdown and see who is the better teacher!"
Having spoken, Bobbobovic’s body shot straight out of the attic window, flying towards the exterior of the academy.
At that moment, Bobbobovic’s student—a Female Wizard Apprentice named Jessica with freckles—was coming out of the stone building on one side of the attic and saw Bobbobovic flying out. Not particularly surprised, she quickly asked, "Teacher, dinner is ready, won’t you eat before you leave? By the way, you promised to tell me tonight how you refuted that Richard."
"No hurry, I’ll tell you when I come back!"
With a brief exchange, Bobbobovic had already flown far away.
The Female Apprentice Jiecas watched Bobbobovic leave, waved her hand, and turned back into the stone building. After glancing at the freshly set dinner on the table, she shrugged, put the food back in the pot to keep warm, then leaned on the table waiting.
She believed that when Bobbobovic said he would be back soon, he would be back soon.