Chapter 270: The Concept of Creating a Magic Academy

"My God! My God! My God!"

After another few seconds, before Vesemir could react, Triss covered her mouth, as if she had been stimulated, and let out a sharp exclamation like a little girl.

After shouting a few times, the sorceress struggled to pull her feet out of the gold coins, then ran quickly to Wayne's side, jumped onto Wayne's back, wrapped around the man like a spoiled little cat, and asked with excitement in her voice: "My God! Dear, so many gold coins, I bet that even if all the gold in the entire Wyzima city were collected, it wouldn't compare to this."

"You are really amazing, dear. I don't even know what to do with these gold coins!"

Compared to the sorceress's excitement, the old witcher Vesemir's first reaction after coming back to his senses was some worry. He looked at Wayne with a complex expression and asked:

"Child, so many Oren, I think even the entire Temeria Kingdom, it is impossible for anyone to be able to take it out. Even the King's treasury cannot have so many gold coins."

"Can you tell me where these gold coins came from?"

Wayne hugged Triss, who was lying on his back, to his chest, then looked at Vesemir with a somewhat serious expression and said: "Okay, Teacher, actually I was also preparing to explain to you."

"Wait until tonight, let the two of us master and apprentice have a good drink, and I will explain it to you clearly."

"But don't worry, I definitely didn't go on a crooked path. These are the rewards given to me by others after I helped them."

"And the commission I completed is definitely a glorious deed that can be called a great hero by others."

Hearing this, the old witcher looked at his apprentice deeply, then nodded and said: "I believe you, Wayne. You are a good child, I knew that a long time ago."

"However, the amount of this gold is really too shocking. I still think I might be dreaming, and even in my dreams, such an absurd scene would not appear."

"You know, our witchers have empty pockets all year round, and sometimes even go hungry. Who hasn't had a beautiful dream of getting rich?"

Wayne laughed, hugged Triss, who was clinging to his chest, tighter, and said: "This is a bad habit of many people, Teacher. People get old and like to be content with the status quo, afraid of change."

"But this world is big, and it is changing every day. We have to adapt to these changes."

Hearing this, a smile also appeared on Vesemir's face. He glared at Wayne, hummed, and said: "It's not your turn to lecture me."

"Isn't it you kid who has to come up with new tricks every day, especially this year, with the Giant Legion, the large magic array with a diameter of tens of kilometers, and now you have brought a gold mountain. How do you expect this old bone of mine to adapt?"

Hearing this, Wayne also felt a bit ashamed. He really made too many big moves this year. Any one of these things, if placed on others, would be enough to be called a legendary experience, but they happened frequently to him. How could those people easily accept it?

He showed an apologetic smile to the old man and said: "Don't worry, Teacher, there shouldn't be any big changes in the next few years."

"You are the grandmaster of our Wolf School. Just leave the children brought back to you to train. No need to force the children like in the past. We only keep those with the most talent. I will bring back many children later."

"However, regarding the Trial of the Grasses, before our order's sorcerers can ensure a success rate of over 90%, I still don't plan to use it on these children."

"We still have a long time, and the inheritance of the school is not urgent. But don't worry, new witchers won't need too much time, and the life of our witchers will get better and better." The old witcher nodded. He didn't lack patience. As long as things were developing in a good direction, he had enough time to wait.

After visiting the gold, Wayne took the two back to the castle hall. He didn't cook tonight, but took out some special delicacies from Middle-earth and shared them with everyone.

During the conversation, he also learned from others about some things in Kaer Morhen in the past two months.

First were the two Dryad beauties. Under their management, the first batch of magic vegetables had all matured. These giant vegetables were all put into a huge warehouse for low-temperature cold storage. Moreover, magic vegetables were different from ordinary vegetables, and their shelf life was much longer. Now they could be supplied to the giants in the Giant Village to eat.

And the Giant Village managed by Berengar was also proceeding quite smoothly. In two months, not only had a large number of giant residences been built, but also quite a lot of public facilities had been built.

Now these giants had a place to settle down, and could free up more manpower as labor. Whether it was cutting trees or mining, a large amount of raw materials for building the castle was continuously transported around the castle.

Now only a team of highly skilled construction workers was missing to start building the new castle belonging to the Witcher Order.

And during this period, Triss's research also made some progress. This chief sorceress of the order had finished reading all the materials about witchers and had a considerable understanding of the current mutation experiments of witchers.

Her next goal was to optimize and improve the steps and formulas of these experiments to increase the success rate of mutation experiments.

After joining the Witcher Order, Triss was not just doing it as a part-time job as she said.

Without being polite, now the vast majority of this red-haired sorceress's energy had been invested in Wayne's cause, and after seeing the gold mountain today, I am afraid Triss would like the identity of the chief sorceress of the order more and more. Ordinary royal consultants might no longer have any attraction to her.

After eating and drinking, Wayne picked up the wine pot containing Elven Secret Wine, poured a glass for the old witcher and Triss, and then said: "Dear Triss, I have a suggestion."

Hearing Wayne speak, the red-haired sorceress opened her slightly drunk eyes, always maintaining an admiring smile on her face, looked at him and asked: "Dear, do you have any good ideas again?"

Wayne dotingly took Triss's hand and said: "It's not a good way, just that I feel that the affairs related to magic in the order are too heavy."

"Distributing all those miscellaneous tasks to you is really burying your talent."

"So I think it's better for you to recreate a new Magic Academy within our barrier, and you will be the dean."

"Not only can it cultivate professional sorcerers for our Witcher Order, but it can also recruit some suitable helpers as teachers or consultants to share the work on you."

Saying that, Wayne looked at Triss's eyes that seemed to be moved, and smiled and said:

"Anyway, we have enough funds now, and the Chaos Magic of barriers and the like can also be controlled by you. There are so many children with magic talent in the world, we are fully qualified to start our own magic school."

"This magic school will also be named by you, dear. You can become a founding principal who will go down in history."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 271 =====