Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 810 - 3 Sage

Chapter 810: Chapter 3 Sage

Chapter 810 -3 Sage

Fear of returning home?

Link had no such feelings.

It was just that the closer he got to the Quete Archipelago, the more vivid his past memories became.

Back then, he had just soul-transmigrated, or to put it more accurately, awakened his innate wisdom.

He was filled with fear for the unknown world, yet also brimming with curiosity.

Like a tiny snail wanting to travel far, yet instinctively measuring the surroundings with its antennae before moving.

He harbored a system he considered a standard accessory for transmigrators, and secretly kept a pride known to no one else.

His father was a blacksmith who made a living by forging farming and fishing tools.

His mother, in addition to managing the household, raised sheep and dairy cows.

Life was without hunger or cold; though not affluent, they were not quite comfortable either, but Link had never suffered from starvation or frost.

Leading five new bloods with qualifications of third grade or higher into Viscount Holliday’s Castle, Link suddenly remembered that day.

A wizard sat in the principal seat, face unmasked, yet one couldn’t discern the features clearly.

The eligible young ones below stepped forward one by one to test their qualifications, each leaving in sorrowful dejection after.

After White Sail arrived at the first island, Link had done and seen the same, all without a ripple.

He had thought that once he reached the Quete Archipelago, things would continue in the same way, unchanging.

However, when the qualification testing actually began, Link’s calm heart stirred with ripples.

Scenes of the past emerged one after another.

Link, as Nero Antone, immediately took action, leaving behind an avatar while his true body disappeared into the void, heading for the home in his memories.

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In the Stormy Sea, where the concentration of free magic was extremely low and not conducive to sustained spell-casting.

Make it a quick visit, just a glimpse.

“Moved away?”

In an instant, he arrived at the original address, to find that both the smithy and the family residence behind it had vanished.

In their place now stood a much larger smithy.

Link, with a thought, quickly found the Grande Family following the blood connection.

Upon reaching the new residence, he discovered a manor-style castle more luxurious than Viscount Holliday’s Castle.

Mr. Grande was luxuriously indulging in his servants’ attendance, eating to his heart’s delight.

Red wine, roast chicken, mutton chops, veal steak, a variety of seafood.

A table full of delicious food meant for Mr. Grande alone to enjoy.

The once burly and robust Mr. Grande, after living in comfort and ease for too long, had now become portly and had the appearance of a well-off gentry.

Mrs. Grande, in the garden lawn, was personally teaching a three-year-old child to walk.

A family of three, blissful and fulfilled.

The child, probably tired from the walking, plopped down on the ground, unwilling to move further.

Mrs. Grande called over a maid to watch the child and walked to the dining table. Hesitating for a moment, she said, “Moore, another Wizard Sire came to test for qualifications today, do you think it could be Link?”

“I don’t know.”

Moore, also known as Mr. Grande, stabbed a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling through his chewing, “Don’t worry about Link anymore. He’s already become a real Wizard Sire, and he’s doing well. Otherwise, could we be enjoying all this? Would Viscount Holliday dare to put on airs in front of me?”

“Sigh!”

Mrs. Grande, seeing her husband only interested in comfortable enjoyment, sighed and did not continue the conversation.

She picked up a glass of juice from the table, walked over to the garden lawn, and gazed in a direction.

Katosi Harbor lay that way.

Years ago, her son Link had left the Quete Archipelago from Katosi Harbor.

The year after he left, their family’s fortune began to rise completely.

People queuing to give them money became increasingly many.

More each year than the last.

Although she was not very knowledgeable, she understood that this was because her son had become a significant figure beyond her wildest dreams, bringing about this change.

Just as her husband Moore had said, Link probably didn’t need to lift a finger; just with the thought alone, Viscount Holliday’s domain could be transformed into the Grande Viscount’s domain.

A truly significant person indeed.

No need for worries.

Just live well, enjoy happiness, and have peaceful days.

But, as the saying goes, a mother worries when her son travels afar.

Can one truly be without worry?

Mrs. Grande didn’t know about others, but she couldn’t help it.

Watching his mother gaze into the distance, Link longed to appear before her, to reunite the family.

But what would he say after making an appearance?

What would happen next?

Wouldn’t it be like the middle-aged Ah Q seeing his Master, yet only able to call out “Your Honour”?

Link believed it would be.

Let those pleasant memories stay in the time that had passed.

After a long look at his mother, Link turned and left.

Each received a drop of potion imbued with abundant, easily absorbed vitality, finding its way into Mr. Grande’s red wine and Mrs. Grande’s juice.

Unaware, they drank it down.

The change wouldn’t happen immediately, it needed to be released slowly.

After noon, Link, saying his farewells to his family and having enjoyed a lavish midday banquet at Viscount Holliday’s Castle, led the seven new bloods away from the Viscount’s domain. They departed from Katosi Harbor aboard the White Sail Ship, returning to the West Coast.

Mr. Grande and Mrs. Grande only then noticed the changes in their bodies.

One found his body returning to health, with all the excess fat gone, restoring his burly and robust figure, and with an energy that seemed inexhaustible.

The other’s wrinkles all faded away, the ailments from years of excessive labor completely healed, skin smoother than a young girl’s, returning to her youthful beauty.

How could they not realize what had happened?

The Wizard Sire presiding over the Wizard Qualifications this year was none other than their son, Link Grande.