Chapter 345 Whiskas Royal Court <TOC> Chapter 347 Invitation to the Count's Mansion
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It was a starless night.
The full moon hung alone, like a luminous large jade plate, forming a stark contrast against the clear and cloudless night sky.
Several small, palm-sized silhouettes suddenly streaked across the night sky, and under the bright moonlight, one could only catch a glimpse of a faint black mist. Apart from that, there was only an eerie laughter—”Hee-hee,” chattering.
Inside the Golden Cross Medical College in Watthelmgrass, Leonrique was originally by Magda’s side when he suddenly looked up at the window… The swaying shadows of the trees seemed like ghostly figures flaunting.
For some reason, a subtle sense of worry arose in Leonrique’s heart.
Suddenly, Leonrique noticed a dark shadow swiftly streaking past the window, vanishing in an instant. By the time he focused on it again, it had disappeared without a trace. Leonrique stared at the window for a long time, but aside from the swaying tree shadows, nothing strange occurred.
Leonrique shook his head and rubbed his temples. Could it be that because of what he heard from Sulhu during the day, the psychological pressure had caused him to hallucinate?
Perhaps… after all, it was a wizard.
For ordinary people, wizards only existed in legends. However, as the patriarch of the Griffin family, Leonrique knew much more than outsiders. Wizards truly existed, and three hundred years ago, the Whiskas Royal Court even had a princess who studied magic. However, she mysteriously disappeared later on. Official historians recorded that she died of illness in the palace, but according to Griffin family secrets, the princess actually left the Whiskas Royal Court to seek the secret of immortality from the wizards.
So, although Leonrique had never seen a wizard in person, he had read many records about them. When he was young, he even wanted to become a wizard, but unfortunately, he never found the path.
“Is it really a wizard?” Leonrique looked at the full moon in the sky and murmured softly, “If it’s as Sulhu said, it’s a distinguished wizard; Magda shouldn’t have… well, let it be. What happened has happened. All we can do is find a way to make amends.”
After all, it was his daughter, and even at this point, Leonrique was unwilling to be too harsh on her.
“And there’s the ‘Magician’ that Bal mentioned; who is he? It would be nice if we could catch Bal and ask him.” However, Leonrique knew that he couldn’t act against Bal for the time being. As the head of a city, it wasn’t difficult to obtain information within the city. In just a few hours, he learned that the young man who might be a wizard had moved into Bal’s villa.
Heaven knows what sweet words Bal used to persuade the wizard not to kill him!
As Leonrique’s heart was filled with apprehension, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside, and soon Sulhu opened the door and walked in.
“Why is it so noisy outside?” Leonrique inquired.
Sulhu’s face was filled with concern, “Count, two more strange cases have been added. The noise just now should have been the dean leading the doctors there.”
“Two more cases? That makes almost a hundred cases with the previous patients, right?”
“Yes, exactly one hundred.”
Leonrique rubbed his messy hair with a headache. It was truly a time of troubles, with internal and external worries coincidentally coming together.
“Sigh, no matter what, I am the person in charge of Watthelmgrass, and I’m currently in the hospital. I’ll go take a look, and you stay here to watch over Magda.”
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Leonrique was not the only one who gazed at the moon with emotion. Angel was also looking at the glowing plate-like moon, but he was looking at the moon in the water, not the moon in the sky.
Upon opening the door, a long waterway appeared. The moon in the sky was reflected on the waterway, accompanied by a gentle breeze, the moon in the water rippled with delicate patterns, light and beautiful.
Angel slowly rowed his boat along the waterway. The boat moved slowly, with the moon above and the moon below in the water.
When the full moon reached its zenith, Angel stopped.
He arrived at a narrow and deep waterway between two tall buildings in the Bay Area. Angel steered the boat into the narrow waterway, and on both sides of the building’s shadows, there were decrepit beggars hugging their legs, shivering under the streetlights, looking very pitiful. But when Angel rowed past, the beggar suddenly opened his eyes, watching Angel gradually move away, then took out a whispering tube connected to a thin wire and whispered, “Tell the master, the target has arrived.”
The beggar thought he had suppressed his voice, but Angel had been observing his surroundings with his mental tentacles and naturally did not miss his conversation.
“Still using a whispering tube, it seems that the master here is not very skilled.” Whether it was one-sided sound transmission or two-way mental synchronization, both were first-level tricks. Angel thought to himself that he might have overestimated the “Magician’s” skill level.
That’s right, the reason Angel went out late at night was to meet this “Magician.”
With Bal’s arrangement, the “Magician” also agreed to the meeting, but the time and place were set by him. Angel had no objection to this, as he wanted to communicate with the “Magician” and would not take a superior attitude. Making appropriate concessions could make communication smoother.
Angel went downstream, and at the end of the narrow waterway was a wire fence that blocked the boat’s progress. At the same time, a hidden door appeared on the adjacent wall. Angel stood up from the boat, gave a gentle push, and the hidden door opened.
A long staircase stretched from top to bottom, with an oil lamp appearing on the wall every few steps.
Angel walked for a minute, stopped about ten meters under the water, and at the end of the stairs was a simple copper door.
The copper door was open, revealing a vast space inside.
A man dressed in the standard Magician attire sat at the head of a long table, and apart from him, there were no other people in sight.
However, Angel clearly sensed heavy breathing sounds in some dark corners.
Angel had initially thought that the Magician chose this location to make some selfish arrangements, but in reality, he was quite disappointed.
People hidden in the shadows were all ordinary humans; they might have some combat skills or even be formal knights, but they were of no use to him.
As for the Magician sitting in the main seat, Angel did not rashly probe his level of cultivation. Instead, he pressed down on his hat and walked in without any fear, sitting at the other end of the long table.
The nearly five-meter-long table had the Magician at one end and Angel at the other. Tea, refreshments, candlesticks, and fresh flowers were arranged on the table.
“Good evening, Mr. Magician,” Angel removed his hat and placed it on the table.
The Magician looked up and saw the eerie smiling face on the black hat opposite him. For some reason, looking at that smile made him feel uneasy, as if it was mocking him.
“What should I call you, sir?” The voice was slightly hoarse and medium-low.
Angel glanced at the exquisite mask on the Magician’s face and said noncommittally, “Mask. You may call me that.”
“Mr. Mask?” The Magician chuckled softly. This name was obviously a temporary alias, but he didn’t mind.
The Magician couldn’t see through the young man opposite him. He had been secretly observing him since the young man left Bal’s villa. His every move seemed normal, but also seemed to carry a mysterious meaning, just like the eerie smile on the hat facing him, making him feel a little uneasy.
“I heard from Bal that Mr. Mask is looking for me?”
To avoid dragging it out and causing an accident, he went straight to the point without exchanging pleasantries.
Angel smiled, “I’m new here and want to know if there are any fellow wizards or wizard organizations nearby in Watthelmgrass. I want to avoid conflicts and, if possible, find some support.”
Angel did not reveal his true purpose. Information exchange between wizards certainly required equivalent transactions. If he showed too much urgency and revealed his purpose and what he wanted to know right away, he would be at a disadvantage. The other party could take advantage of this if they were observant enough. However, with this indirect approach, it seemed more like “paying homage,” less like a “transaction,” and he could more easily get the information.
Hearing this question, the Magician hesitated slightly, “There are no wizard organizations near Watthelmgrass… or rather, I have never heard of any wizard organizations in the entire Whiskas Royal Court or neighboring countries.”
Pausing for a moment, the Magician continued, “If there were any, I would have gone to learn from them long ago.”
“Oh?” Angel’s eyes shifted slightly, “Is Mr. Magician also practicing alone?”
The Magician nodded, “I accidentally entered the world of wizards, and before that, I mainly practiced on my own. It was only recently that I began to communicate with my peers.”
Hearing the Magician say this, Angel became more certain that the other party was just a first-level apprentice. Casually obtaining an “Initiation Method” and practicing on their own, unless they had incredibly good luck, a physique that suited the Initiation Method, and a high degree of model compatibility, their progress would be rapid. Otherwise, they would just be wasting their life.
“I see,” Angel pretended to be enlightened, “Then, do you know which wizard organization is the closest to here?”
As Angel said this, he paused, his face showing a hint of worry, “Recently, whether it’s my spells or meditation, I’ve reached a bottleneck and urgently need someone to guide me. That’s why I came out of the mountains and arrived here.”
Angel subtly shared a lot of information, such as coming from the deep mountains and his desire for communication. These were not entirely false, but not entirely true either.
The Magician shook his head at the question, “I don’t know about that either.”
Angel carefully observed the Magician’s eyes. When he spoke, he appeared sincere, not seeming to be lying. Besides, there was no need to lie about such a matter.
Angel sighed internally, disappointed that the encounter he had hoped for had ultimately yielded nothing.
There was no helping it. Judging from the Magician’s performance and the surroundings, he was basically an amateur. Even if he possessed extraordinary power, he did not have the matching capabilities and foundation.
“Earlier, I heard you say that you’ve recently had interactions with other fellow practitioners. Among those you know, is there anyone with well-informed connections?” Angel did not want to miss this rare opportunity.
The Magician pondered for a moment, “No, the people I know are scattered across several nearby countries, and their situations are basically the same as mine.”
Upon hearing this, Angel lamented. It seemed that he had to find another way. Perhaps he should visit the royal court, as the foundation of a nation should have some accumulated knowledge, right?
At that moment, the Magician suddenly said, “Wait, there might be one person who knows.”
Chapter 345 Whiskas Royal Court <TOC> Chapter 347 Invitation to the Count's Mansion