Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique - Chapter 303 - Chapter 303: Chapter 70: The Joy of Reunion? No, it's Refusall

Chapter 303: Chapter 70: The Joy of Reunion? No, it’s Refusall

“Report.”

The Minister of the Medical Department rose abruptly, requesting to speak.

“Speak.”

Wizard Palo wasn’t surprised at all.

The Medical Department had been utterly humiliated by the Potion Department this time. If they didn’t take any action, they would be looked down upon.

“The Medical Department requests to send people along.”

“We will complete the task decisively!” said the Minister of the Medical Department with great seriousness.

They had to pick up the dignity they’d lost themselves.

The Medical Department, especially him as the Minister and the two vice ministers, had lost face on the problem of mass fairy mutation.

They must gain back the lost face on this subject.

The Potion Department, or rather that youngster called Link Grande, had already done all the research that could be done in the laboratory.

The data obtained was very detailed, and the results were substantial.

The laboratory research approach was virtually nonviable.

Therefore, if they wanted to regain their face, they could only work to make a difference from on-site investigations.

The Medical Department wouldn’t allow Intelligence to exclude them like this.

Wizard Palo still didn’t give a direct command. Instead, he looked at Assad Kenneth, the head of Intelligence, and said, “You guys discuss it among yourselves. I don’t care about the process; I only want the result.”

“Yes.”

Assad and the Minister of the Medical Department responded loudly at the same time.

“Adjourn.”

Having been the legion commander for so long, Wizard Palo was used to getting straight to the point. After leaving a phrase, he got up and left the meeting room.

The Attendant Official followed immediately.

The records of today’s meeting, however brief, had to be reviewed by Wizard Palo first.

All the major officials and their deputies stood up together, watching Wizard Palo walk away.

Suddenly, someone burst out laughing.

The laughter was loud, uncontrollable, and carried far.

The implication was clear.

The Medical Department was the only one embarrassed at this emergency meeting.

Everyone knew who was laughing.

The Minister of the Medical Department blushed, murmured something akin to “everyone makes mistakes,” which made the atmosphere in the meeting room more cheerful.

But old man Morpheus didn’t find it cheerful; he only found it noisy.

This visit to the frontline command post had achieved its purpose and slapped the Medical Department in the face.

But why did he feel so upset?

He had spent more than a week fully supporting Link Grande’s research, only to get a result of him being reassigned?

With the restart of the Potion Department’s R&D and compounding services, the departure of a capable general at this critical juncture is a considerable impact.

The Potion Department is said to have two teams, but it’s actually just one.

Without the R&D engineers and pharmacists, how will the Potion Department’s business proceed in the future?

No, it can’t just end like this.

He had to scrape up some resources from the Medical Department.

Old man Morpheus gritted his teeth, forcefully slapped the conference table, his eyes almost popping out, shouting so loudly he could deafen someone, bellowing:

“No! My Potion Department does not agree to the Medical Department coming along. If the Medical Department sends people, the Potion Department will not, unless…”

“The Potion Department can choose not to send people, we’re not afraid of you…”

The Minister of the Medical Department reacted without conceding, angrily replying to old man Morpheus.

But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Assad.

Assad said in a calm but very determined voice:

“The Intelligence Department is determined to recruit Link Grande. He is the one who knows the most about fairies in the legion now, and he is of vital importance to this behind-the-enemy-lines reconnaissance and combat mission.”

These words slammed the Medical Department twice.

First, it refuted the stern words of the Medical Department’s Minister. Second, it denied all the early research on fairies by the Medical Department.

As an elder, the Minister of the Medical Department’s chest bobbed up and down violently, his breathing thick and long. He was truly half-dead from anger at Assad, this junior who didn’t respect his elders.

Do you talk to people like that?

Huh?

Directly poking at people’s insecurities in front of so many people.

Couldn’t you be a little more tactful?

Assad generously gave the Minister of the Medical Department some time to buffer before continuing:

“In principle, the Intelligence Department does not object to the Medical Department sending personnel to participate in the behind-the-enemy-lines operation. However, Minister Salossal, you might want to listen to Minister Morpheus’ opinions or suggestions before making a decision.”

Bolos Salossal, the Minister of the Medical Department, a third level wizard, had no other choice in the matter.

He had to “obediently” follow Assad’s suggestion and listen to old man Morpheus’ opinions or suggestions.

Old man Morpheus, who had received help from Assad, didn’t feel delighted.

In the end, this was just an exchange of mutual understanding.

In exchange for not hindering Link Grande’s reassignment, Assad helped Morpheus tear a chunk of flesh from the Medical Department to compensate for his loss.

But if this ambitious junior had done everything so thoroughly, then as a pathetic old-timer, how could he drop the ball?

Old man Morpheus immediately took on a steadfast position, saying:

“I don’t ask for much, just five pharmacists and three R&D engineers to maintain the normal operation of the Potion Department while the youngster is off duty. Bolos, if you hesitate for one second more or start haggling, I’ll add another requirement. You have ten seconds to consider whether to comply or not.”

Bolos Salossal and his two vice ministers exchanged glances and made a decision in an instant.

“We agree. The personnel will report to you tomorrow.”

He snorted, agreed to Morpheus’ outrageous demand, and then said, “The next matter concerns our Medical Department’s internal affairs. We hope you won’t butt in.”

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