The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 651 Conservatives and Radicals
Richard stood next to the four-eyed man holding the communicator. Around him, all the invaders, no matter how strong they were, fell to the ground.

Even though Richard and Ulysses are using clones now, these level one and level two little guys are no different from bugs to them.

"Excuse me, can you tell me what organization you are from?"

The four-eyed man looked around at a loss. Richard and Ulysses were moving so fast that he was reporting that everything was going well one second, and the invading team fell to the ground the next.

"you you……"

The four-eyed man pointed at Richard, and his intense emotions made him unable to speak. Richard shook his head helplessly, and with a wave of his hand, a soul magic that could calm the soul fell on the four-eyed man.

"I'll ask again, what organization are you from?"

Before the four-eyed man could answer, a voice came from the communicator in his hand.

"We are the Fusion Party. You are the unknown strong man, and that's where you come from."

Richard was slightly startled when he heard the question on the communicator. He didn't expect that just one question would allow the person on the other end of the communicator to guess his identity.

In order to confirm his thoughts, Richard deliberately said vaguely: "I am from the East."

"East?"

On the other side of the communicator, a gorgeously dressed four-eyed man was lost in thought.

"Could it be some hermit who lived in seclusion during the cataclysm?"

The history before the Cataclysm is a very niche subject for ordinary people. Even if ordinary people try to find it, they will be confused by many vague statements. But for secret organizations like them, the history before the Cataclysm is necessary knowledge.

As a high-ranking member of the Fusion Party, he is very familiar with the history before the Cataclysm. The Hermits were a branch of the Four-Eyed People's evolutionary path before the Cataclysm, advocating the pursuit of inner strength without external aid.

"Zizzizi..."

Before he could continue speaking, the transmitter seemed to be interfered with by something, or there was a problem with the signal. In short, a burst of interference sound suddenly came from the transmitter. The gorgeously dressed four-eyed man listened to the sound, sighed, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared in his hand, burning the transmitter into a pile of waste slag.

"Alas, I actually ran into a hermit monk who had come out of the world, and he was a fucking fourth-level monk. I guess the Snake King was driven back by him using some ancient magic, so all his efforts were in vain."

The four-eyed man complained and threw the residue in his hand into the trash can. He came to the window, and the whole city seemed to be under his feet.

……

"Zizzizi..."

Listening to the "beeping" sound coming from the microphone, Richard knew without thinking that the signal was cut off. This kind of portable information transmission tool, an organization like the Control Bureau could not fail to have its base station.

"Well, since the signal is gone, I can only use your soul to replenish it."

Richard put the transmitter into his pocket and slapped the four-eyed man's head. The next moment, the four-eyed man's head exploded and his soul silently entered Richard's body.

Anderson walked quickly to Richard and said sincerely, "Thank you very much for your help."

Richard smiled and said indifferently, "It's just a small favor. I have a question to ask." Richard changed the subject, looked into Anderson's eyes, and asked with a smile:

"What kind of organization is the Fusion Party?"

"...Gulu!"

Anderson swallowed stiffly.

Richard did not release his pressure, but his eyes made Anderson lose the will to lie. His body resisted lying, resisted this action that would lead to his own death.

"The Fusion Party... is a group of terrorists. They are hostile to us."

"Oh." Richard nodded slightly. "What about more specific things? What does this Fusion Party do? Why are they hostile to you?"

Richard's voice was calm, but it carried a kind of authority that did not deny. Anderson thought he had met many important figures, even the elusive Director of the Control Bureau, whom he had met several times.

But he had never been so nervous as he was now.

"The Fusion Party is a group of terrorists. They believe that we will merge with other worlds sooner or later. Rather than being exhausted by endless invasion disasters, it is better to accelerate the integration and then concentrate on gaining a foothold in the new world."

"Well," Richard was slightly surprised, "this is quite interesting. Their idea is indeed a solution."

Richard's words made Anderson's body stiffen suddenly. Would the person in front of him switch to the Fusion Party because of his introduction?

"It's just that this method has too much impact on ordinary people. Changes in the world may make originally harmless things become deadly. Ordinary people who have not embarked on the path of evolution will easily die in large numbers when they encounter such a big change." Richard said thoughtfully.

He suddenly thought of something. If he wanted to conquer this world, he would have to deal with the matter of world fusion. Anderson didn't know what Richard was thinking. After seeing that Richard didn't seem to approve of this method, he quickly said, "That's right. The casualties caused by this method are no less than a catastrophe. That's why we are in a life-and-death relationship with the Fusion Party."

"So what is your solution?" Richard suddenly looked at Anderson. "As a big dark side organization, you must have your own solution."

"Well...with my authority, I haven't accessed any information about this." Anderson hesitated for a moment and replied weakly.

"No?!"

"It's beyond my authority." Anderson emphasized, "Above me there are Level 5 Administrative Specialist, Level 5 Executive Specialist, and the Director.

I can’t access a lot of information because it’s confidential.”

"alright."

Richard looked at the invading soldiers around him and said to Anderson, "I will not deal with these people. You can handle it yourself. In addition, I want to go around the city. Please arrange a guide for me."

Richard's tone was relaxed, like a commissioner sent by the higher-ups to inspect the situation. But Anderson didn't feel the slightest bit disgusted by this.

The L-1 base does not have any ability to restrict Richard, and even if Richard wants to travel around the world he has no way to do so.

But Richard asked for a guide.

Even if Anderson was stupid, he could see that this was a friendly sign. Richard didn't need a guide, but Anderson needed to give Richard a guide.

Anderson took a deep breath, feeling slightly touched. It would be great if the project and the invasion disaster were as easy to talk to as Richard.

He bowed slightly to Richard and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. I will arrange your guide as soon as possible."

……

Walking down the street, Richard observed the civilians around him while digesting the information he found from the soul of the four-eyed man.

After becoming the Lord of the World, Richard made some progress in soul witchcraft. When searching souls, he no longer lost most of his memories like in the past.

After removing those trivial fragments of life from his memories, Richard soon learned the true face of the Fusion Party - the Fusion Party was a group of extreme believers in meritocracy and social Darwinism.

Most of the ordinary members of the Fusion Party are "elites" who are less than family wealth or are at the top of their professions. These people believe that world fusion is inevitable, and they also believe that the current Four-Eyed Society spends too many resources to protect ordinary people.

They believe that the current protection policy is like drinking poison to quench thirst, eating the food of the next year, wasting resources on protecting ordinary people will only make the four-eyed people weak. The four-eyed people should directly abandon most of the ordinary people, retain only the elites and a part of the "race" to integrate with the world, and then strengthen the four-eyed people again in the new world.

After reading the memories of this four-eyed man, Richard sighed in his heart, thinking that such pseudo-elites are not rare in every world.

Where do these guys get the confidence to think they are the “elites” who deserve to be protected?
Even if they were all protected, these guys would not be able to revive the Four-Eyed People.

A Social Darwinist who believes that the weak should die can never become a leader, because the moment he becomes a leader, he will naturally think that everyone below him is trash, and then he will become a slave owner with peace of mind.

"Well, this Control Bureau is more reliable. At least their beliefs and ideas are normal."

People were coming and going on the city streets. Even though there was an urban area a few kilometers away that was attacked by giant snakes and no one survived, it did not affect the normal lives of the residents who were not affected.

It has been a hundred years since invasion disasters began to occur frequently, and the nerves of the people of Simu have become numb.

"Ankarina, do you have religion here?" Richard asked the guide Anderson assigned to him.

After confirming that Richard needed a guide, Anderson did not choose among his subordinates, but went directly to Ankarina, the third-level operations specialist.

As Richard's first contact, Anderson thought that the job of guide was most suitable for Ankarina.

Because of the internal rules of the Control Bureau and the mentality of solving the troubles she had caused herself, Ankarina took on the task neatly. After spending fifteen minutes memorizing the map of the entire city, she found Richard and started working smoothly.

"Religion? We have a lot of this stuff. Are you interested in it?" Ankarina asked carefully.

"Quite a few?"

"Yes, because of the invasion disaster, there are many religions among the people, so many that even we can't manage them all."

"That is, there is no very mainstream religion, only some small regional sects."

"You're right. Many of the religions here are confined to one city, and at most they only radiate to a few cities."

After getting the answer, Richard and Ulises on his shoulder looked at each other, and they understood each other tacitly.

“This is a virgin land that has not been opened up.”

(End of this chapter)