"Yes," the Female Wizard respectfully said, "My name is Jemma Sean, a Third Ring Great Wizard of the Wood Element, proficient in crafting various wood-attribute magic artifacts and custom wizard robes."

Custom wizard robes appear identical to regular wizard robes in terms of appearance, except they are inscribed with several magic arrays, granting them different effects.

For example, wizards who have not learned the Floating Technique often custom-order a robe with a Floating Technique magic array.

Lor had no such need, so he never paid much attention to these aspects.

"Hmm." Lor nodded and asked, "Jemma, do you have any ideas about the designs of the Space Wizard Robes?"

"I do." Jemma immediately took out a Continent Communication Device from her Space Bracelet and tapped it a few times, projecting a light screen.

On the light screen, thousands of styles of black wizard robes came into Lor's view.

There were hooded ones, non-hooded ones, short-sleeved, long-sleeved, gowns; all styles were available.

Almost every existing style of wizard robe in the Wizard Alliance was included.

In addition, nearly a thousand new styles were present.

"These are the designs I spent two days creating on the spaceship after receiving the notification," Jemma explained. "If you are not satisfied, please give me a few more days to design a few thousand more wizard robes for you to choose from."

"No need for the trouble, just that one will do." Lor pointed to a hooded robe and asked, "When can the production start?"

This wizard robe, aside from the color, was almost identical to the Earth-Fire Faction robe he was wearing.

He had grown accustomed to it and was too lazy to change the style, so he simply chose the same one.

"We can start production today. Ron's representative has already prepared the materials, and they can produce at least ten million pieces," Jemma replied, then cautiously asked, "Do you need a new wizard robe?"

"Of course, I do," Lor chuckled. "I've submitted an application to establish the Space Faction, so it seems somewhat inappropriate to continue wearing this Earth-Fire Faction robe."

Upon hearing this, Jemma's eyes lit up, and she confidently promised, "I will spare no effort to craft the wizard robe for you."

Personally sewing a wizard robe for Speaker Lor, what an honor!

If she didn't give it her all, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.

"Very well, then, it's up to you. Go on." Lor waved his hand.

"Yes." Jemma bowed, slowly exited the bedroom, and exchanged a few words with several other colleagues before they each departed to prepare for the robe construction and ingredient handling.

"Mentor, where did Kateya go?" Lor asked Agular curiously, ignoring the departing ones, "Why didn't she come today?"

As he spoke, he activated the Perception Module in the Origin Container in his Sea of Consciousness, releasing his Power of Perception to search for Kateya's whereabouts.

In the past few days while he was resting, it was normal for Kateya not to disturb.

But today, the vocational guidance group dispatched by Ron was supposed to come, Kateya definitely should have known about it, and should have seized the opportunity to deliver the Magic Crystals she had accumulated.

As soon as his perception spread out, Lor found Kateya's trace.

She was pacing outside the council hall, sometimes entering and sometimes leaving, her face full of hesitation, though it was unclear what she was conflicted about.

"I don't know what she's thinking either."

Agular shrugged, the corners of his mouth raised slightly but quickly pressed down, showing a puzzled expression, "Just moments ago, she was clearly going to come with us, but halfway here, she suddenly turned around towards the hall."

"Could it be something went wrong with the Magic Crystal Ore?"

He understood Kateya's mood well.

Two days ago, he felt the same when facing Lor.

Both excited and anxious.

"Is that so?" Lor noticed the subtle change in Agular's expression and realized what Kateya was debating over.

However, he didn't expose it but cooperatively took out the Continent Communication Device from his Space Ring, checking the Magic Crystal Ore report he had previously ignored.

From start to finish, the result did not surprise him.

Not only was there no error, but two more Magic Crystal Mother Ores were even discovered last month.

"There's no problem," Lor said, looking up at Agular.

"Then I'm not sure. She should be right outside the hall now. Do you need me to call her in?" Agular asked.

"There's no need to trouble you. I'll call her in myself," Lor said with a smile, teasing Kateya who was pacing at the hall entrance, "What's wrong? Lost your way?"

"Lo... Lor, Your Excellency... Speaker." Kateya raised her head, stammering a bit as she called Lor by his name, changing the suffix several times before fixing it on the word 'Speaker.'

For all the wizards in the Wizard Alliance, the title of Speaker represents the highest authority.

This is an entirely different level from a legislator.

No one can remain composed upon hearing these words, not even those who were previously very familiar and close.

"I still prefer you calling me 'Your Excellency Lor,'" Lor's slightly amused voice reached Kateya's ears, "Alright, stop dawdling there, come in."

"Yes, Your Excellency Lor." Kateya, hearing this, blushed with excitement, quickly entered the hall, and made her way to the master bedroom where Lor was.

To her, the title 'Your Excellency Lor' had always carried a different meaning.

As time passed, now only she could still maintain this address.

To her, it was no longer just a title, but a form of recognition!

After the three met and chatted for a while, Lor finally spoke to Kateya about the important matter.

"In the future, the Magic Crystals produced from the Magic Crystal Ore, have them released as tasks for me," Lor instructed Kateya, "These tasks are only for the players, and the task content is..."

Lor went on, explaining the pricing previously discussed with other speakers in detail.

"Yes, Your Excellency Lor." Kateya nodded seriously.

"Alright, while the ingredient handler is preparing, how about having him whip up something and test his skills?" Lor suggested with a smile.

"Sure!"

"As you wish."

...

Time elapsed; another half month passed.

On a nameless island in the Endless Sea, Francis, who was outlining one obscure rune after another on the rock wall with just his bare hands, finished his effort of half a month with one final touch of his finger.

"Relying solely on the Earth Element to construct the witchcraft model of Microscope Witchcraft has finally been transformed."

Looking at the runes that nearly covered a mountain, Francis gently exhaled a breath, took out the Continent Communication Device, and was about to message Amy for an experiment when he paused slightly, as if realizing something, "I think I've forgotten something?"

Soon, he recalled that he had embarked on his research the moment he received the message.

He forgot to discuss the conjecture and the pricing of space system witchcraft with Lor, and also neglected to input these two pieces of information into the database.

Rubbing his forehead, a somewhat guilty Francis immediately stopped the message to Amy and instead initiated a communication request to Lor.

Before long, the communication was connected, and a light screen appeared before him.

On the light screen, Lor had already changed into a black wizard robe, looking even more mysterious than before.

"Speaker Lor, I apologize; my momentary oversight has resulted in your conjecture and witchcraft not being priced yet," Francis promptly apologized upon seeing Lor.

Amending this mistake was not something to be discussed openly for people at this level.

"I'm just happy to have brought you some inspiration, so there's no need to worry about it." Lor replied with a hint of laughter. "Actually, don't trouble yourself too much about it. Instead of setting a price on the conjecture and witchcraft, I would rather have Speaker Peyton expedite his arrival to start constructing the Wizard Tower. Yet, until this moment, there is no news of him, as if he's lost in the Endless Sea."

"I'm not sure about that. If all goes well with the experiment, he should arrive at Betula Continent soon," Francis responded reassuringly to Lor, "and be able to start building the Wizard Tower."

"Alright, let's not delve into that right now. Let's discuss the pricing for witchcraft," Lor suggested, before pausing, "Oh, I haven't even read your conjecture yet. Please hold on a moment, let me take a look at it first."

Rubbing his forehead, Francis, feeling a bit guilty, stopped trying to contact Amy, and focus shifted to unlocking the mysteries within his Sea of Consciousness.

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