Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 418 Eric Loses All His Writing Service

In the White Dragon Tower, Eric has a separate office and a research group within the White Dragon Magic Gem University. Of course, the wizards in these research groups are basically in cahoots with him.

At that moment, Eric slammed his fist on the table. His pupils turned pure black, and demonic runes appeared on his skin. A vast expanse of dark energy emanated from him, spreading outwards. The demonic pressure transformed into swallowing abysses, from which scorpion-like tails emerged, attempting to drag anything in their path.

In fact, many of the desks and equipment in the office were directly pulled into the dark cave by the scorpion's tail and suppressed by the heavy dark energy within.

The Scorpion Woman bloodline of the Plutarch family can create Dark Caves, which are places where dark energy is highly condensed. Therefore, the magical pressure there becomes extremely exaggerated. The magical pressure itself is amplified tenfold or even twentyfold there, and then forms a force like gravity, crushing any wizards or objects that are drawn into it with magical pressure.

It is said that the Dark Cave Scorpion Woman created by the great wizard Sura can create a dark cave that amplifies her magical pressure a hundredfold. Once that dark cave is formed, it will have a world-destroying effect.

At that time, Eric was furious. Even his many wizard confidants and friends tried to persuade him to calm down and not destroy the office, but to no avail.

Many magical items that people kept in their offices were directly sucked into Eric's dark cave and destroyed.

Streams of magical energy were released from the dark cave. These were magical fluctuations caused by the destroyed magical items, which neutralized the dark cave and caused Eric's dark cave to disappear.

Eric finally calmed down a bit. "That damned Locke Augustine, a mere outsider, dares to bully us in the Plutarch family. He's just a commoner wizard, what's the difference between him and those lowly commoners?"

"He actually dared to drag one of my frequently used article writing services into his ridiculous research group."

“I didn’t even find out until a week later. No wonder that writing service didn’t come to see me once during that week.” A cold look appeared on Eric’s face. “Damn that writing service. Did he think he’d found a new backer? He was quite useful and well-behaved, and he’d been listening to me more and more lately. How could he suddenly do something like this? He must have been provoked by that Augustine.”

Eric's cousin, Julian Plutarch, said, "What can we do? They're now the acting head of the family's favorite, specifically setting up projects to make money for Alicia. Look, they're going to organize some kind of Cloud Swamp Cup, a magical plant competition I've never even heard of before. Isn't that just deliberately making money for Alicia?"

Eric's eyes flashed with anger. "So what? My son is getting married to the witch from the Basil family soon. After the wedding, I'll have another Jackal Bloodline Refining Factory. That's a rare, first-level bloodline modification manufacturing plant, a significant asset of our Plutarch family. Once this Jackal Bloodline Refining Factory is in my hands, it's better than ten projects he and Alicia have undertaken."

Eric's face darkened at the thought of Locke snatching the writing assignment from him. "Forget it, I'll deal with that blonde brat first, then I'll settle this with that wizard from outside."

Eric originally wanted to use his power to transfer Montgomery back from Locke's research group, but he suddenly remembered the scene of Locke's last visit and became frightened, so he abandoned the idea.

“I have plenty of ghostwriters; I don’t need him. There are plenty of commoner wizards willing to serve me in exchange for those laughable resources that slip through my fingers.” Eric sat back down and nodded slightly to the wizards in the office. “I’m sorry, everyone, I really lost my composure just now.”

The wizards couldn't say anything, so they could only pretend that everything was normal.

Eric then told Julian, "Those commoner wizards are easy to manipulate. They don't have big appetites and are easily satisfied. I can give them a little something, and they'll be grateful to me. I have article writing services. This year, I plan to publish a few more A-level articles from the association. I also have a project related to bloodline studies, which is being handled by one of my writers. If she can produce results this year, I estimate I can get an S-level article related to bloodline studies." Eric laughed, "Then, I can use this S-level article as a pretext to attract a large influx of family funds and get a large sum of money from that blonde girl. With that money, I can win people's hearts."

"The Plutarch family is far from being a place for a little girl to make decisions. By the way, recently my sister seems to be trying to persuade Alicia to get some of her brothers, especially her eldest brother, to help her. Hahaha, my nephew is a complete idiot," Eric said with a smile.

The next moment, a first-class wizard apprentice delivered several letters to his desk.

Eric glanced at the letters, then jumped to his feet in a fit of rage, his body crackling with the Scorpion Woman's magical markings. "Damn it, is Augustine deliberately targeting me?"

Julian asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you now?"

Eric was furious and prepared to leave the office to confront Locke. "That guy not only poached one of my ghostwriters, but also two others, one of whom is the witch I just mentioned, the one who helped me write S-rank articles."

"That witch wasn't even a breeder; she was a bloodline refiner."

"Is Alicia declaring war on me? She actually stole almost all of my ghostwriting services." Eric's eyes flashed with rage. "Without these ghostwriters, how am I supposed to produce high-quality articles? Although those three are just commoner wizards, they are indeed very useful. All my articles were written by them."

He walked to the door, then suddenly stopped and looked at Julian, saying, "Julian, why didn't you stop me?"

Julian looked puzzled. "Why should I stop you, cousin?"

Eric recalled Locke's icy magical pressure and his cold, almost demonic gaze, which resembled that of a dark wizard. The way Locke looked at him was as if he were not looking at a high-ranking first-ring wizard, but at a stray dog.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Eric decided not to go to Locke. "Forget it, there's no need to fight with those commoner wizards. When all the projects that commoner wizard has failed, his prestige plummets, and the wizards of the Plutarch family see his true colors, that will be the time for me to settle accounts with him."

Eric frowned and said, "It's this year that I have no one to write articles for me. It will take time to train ghostwriters again."

"Ever since Locke Augustine came to the Plutarch family, as a member of the Plutarch family and the master of this place, I feel unhappy and constrained in everything I do."

"In the end, it's all Alicia's fault."

(End of this chapter)