I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 741 The Reason

With Augusta's current strength, he has already reached a fairly high position among level five wizards.

Although she is still some distance from Jemin, the potential she has shown is indeed not to be underestimated.

Judging from the will and potential that Augusta has shown, she has even surpassed David, who was more qualified than her in the past.

Jemin was genuinely delighted by Augusta's desire to surpass him, for in the world of cultivation, this was enough to be considered a kindred spirit.

"Speaking of which," Jemin suddenly thought of a question and turned to look at her, "why did you come to this banquet? I don't think you and David are very close."

In his memory, Augusta and David had met on several missions, but they were only nodding acquaintances and should not have reached the point where he would be invited to a wedding.

"I wasn't invited," Augusta said casually, gesturing towards a certain direction deep within the banquet hall. "I'm just out for a stroll with my grandfather."

Jemin looked in the direction she pointed.

The gaze traveled through the crowd, past the fountain and flowerbeds, finally settling on a rest area deep within the banquet hall, enclosed by several carved pillars. A handsome wizard sat there, conversing quietly with several seventh-level wizards.

His posture was not upright; he even leaned casually against the back of the chair, holding a half-full cup of steaming tea in his hand, and his gestures were relaxed and unhurried when he spoke to the person next to him.

It is the Augusta Wizard.

A level seven wizard, Clark's mentor's senior brother, and also Jemin's senior master.

Even from this distance, the aura naturally emanating from the solidified domain of a seventh-level wizard's laws still gave the surrounding air a faint amber glow.

Jemin was somewhat surprised that he had such a relationship with Bert Vera Augusta, but then he realized that Augusta had always been referred to as the eldest daughter of the Augusta family, so he should have noticed the Augusta surname long ago.

Being addressed as "Young Miss" by so many wizards within the Norren Workshop means that the family must have at least one level seven wizard.

And his senior master Augusta was indeed the only seventh-level wizard in the Norn Workshop with the surname Augusta.

Out of courtesy, Jemin immediately headed in that direction, with Augusta following behind him.

"Uncle-Master Augusta, it's been a long time."

Jemin walked to the rest area, leaned forward slightly, and gave a greeting that was somewhere between a casual greeting and a formal one.

Wizard Augusta stopped talking and turned to look at him, a gentle smile appearing on his face, which bore a resemblance to Bert Vera. "It's Jemin. The last time I saw you was at Clark's... You did a great job. I heard about the dragon. Even Broadleaf praised you highly; you've really brought honor to our branch."

"Yes, Senior Uncle, you flatter me..."

The wizard Augusta raised his hand in a gesture indicating that formalities were unnecessary.

"It's your friend's wedding today, so don't be so formal. You two young people should relax and stop following us old folks around."

When Jemin returned from the rest area, he noticed that several level seven wizards next to Augusta were talking in hushed tones, seemingly about the latest military reforms in the Star Ring Federation.

He glanced at it thoughtfully a couple more times.

Augusta suddenly reappeared from the side, still expressionless, but her dark eyes swept across his face, as if she had caught him in that moment of absentmindedness.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

His tone was calm, but he asked the questions very quickly, so quickly that it didn't seem like a casual question.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little curious. Why would a wedding invite so many high-ranking wizards?" Jemin withdrew his gaze, not hiding his thoughts.

Although David was Jemin's friend, to be honest, Jemin knew very well that with David and his wife's current strength rating, there was really no need for them to befriend anyone in the normal high-level wizard social circle.

To put it bluntly, David's wedding didn't need to be such a big affair.

After a moment's thought, Jemin offered a guess regarding this question: "Could it be that David's wife's family is very powerful?"

Augusta snorted coldly.

This sound was colder than the snort he'd given him earlier, but this time it wasn't directed at Jemin, but at the issue itself. "His wife's family is worse off than David's. The real reason for making such a big scene is simple... it's a power struggle." Jemin frowned slightly.

"The Colmar family may not seem like much to you," Augusta said, her tone laced with undisguised disdain. "But there are indeed significant power struggles within their family. The older generation of sixth-level wizards have been checking and balancing each other for thousands of years, with none able to completely overpower the others. The rise of David, this newcomer, represents a major power shift for the entire Colmar family."

She paused, her dark eyes sweeping over the smiling guests at the edge of the banquet hall.

"The newly promoted sixth-level members naturally have a louder voice within the family than the older generation, and they are more supported by the younger generation. Most of the guests here today are not here to attend the wedding, but to take sides."

Upon hearing this, Jemin remained silent for a moment.

He agreed with all of these analyses.

But if Augusta hadn't pointed it out, he would never have thought in that direction.

It wasn't because he wasn't smart enough, but because from the very beginning, he didn't consider this matter as a power struggle.

The wizards he usually encountered were more accustomed to directly asserting their power and influence.

After all, there's no such scheming on the battlefield; it's always a matter of who has the bigger fist, clean, efficient, and crystal clear. In his view, taking sides at banquets, the implications in flattery, and the calculations behind smiles are simply a waste of time that could be used for research or cultivation.

But if you think about it carefully, what can wizards who have reached the end of their progress do?

You can't just sit at home and daydream every day, facing a ceiling that you can never climb any higher.

Power is the only thing they can still fight for.

These roundabout methods are the only tools they can still use under the layers of rules and restrictions of wizarding civilization.

They were passionate about it, even enjoying it immensely, simply because there was nothing else in life worth looking forward to. Jemin turned his gaze away from the meeting hall.

"…Boring," he said.

Now Jemin understood why those level six wizards from Colmar at the entrance were so enthusiastic.

Augusta turned and glanced at him.

Those dark eyes lingered on his face for a moment, then looked away.

"Yeah...boring."

She said those two words in a rather cheerful tone, as if she had finally found someone in this noisy banquet who completely agreed with her assessment.

The two stood quietly for a few seconds in the banquet hall paved with white stones.

People came and went, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, while fireworks exploded overhead, creating a silvery rain of light.

These two level-five wizards, who could make tactical decisions with nanosecond-level reactions on the battlefield, stood in a grand wedding banquet hall and shook their heads in unison, a rare occurrence.

Suddenly, Jemin felt that the banquet wasn't so exciting anymore.

"However... I accidentally gave the right gift."

Embryo enhancement technology, which pushes a person's innate talent to its limits, delivers it to a groom who will be used as a bargaining chip in a power struggle at his own wedding.

From the moment that technology is sent out, it will likely be immediately drawn into the family's internal resource allocation negotiations.

He turned to look at Augusta.

Augusta stared expressionlessly at the Colmar family wizard in the distance, who was toasting other guests, a very subtle downward curve appearing at the corners of his mouth.

That was her way of expressing contempt.

Jemin looked away, grabbed two glasses of juice from a passing waiter's tray, and handed one to Augusta.

Neither of them spoke again, they simply clinked their glasses lightly, and then stood silently together, gazing at the bustling scene before them.