Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 773 The Third Encounter with the Sixfold Curse Barrier and the Reunion with Patty

Graeme Stein's eyes lit up slightly. Dark wizards lack systematic education in potions, and his foundation was not solid to begin with.

He had only learned a little bit of knowledge in the Blood Curse Court, so he lacked a lot of basic knowledge. Now, with the help of this poor little witch, it seemed that she could help him identify the names of many high-level potions in the white wizarding society.

That would give him many advantages within the Blood Curse Court, and could even help him gain prestige among the clan elders, or even win the Blood Lord's praise!

At this thought, Graeme Stein's eyes changed, and he smiled sinisterly, "Don't worry, I won't eat you, little witch."

“You have already been fed my lifeblood. If you die once more and consume the blood of a magical creature, you will become my blood servant.”

"It's not a vampire transformation curse; that's too advanced for you. It just turns you into a blood servant with low intelligence, someone I can easily control."

Patty's face was pale.

Graeme Stein chuckled, “While Blood Servants won’t be able to continue learning, they can at least retain some of the skills a wizard apprentice possessed in life. I only need some of your skills. After all, I’m not stupid. Controlling a white wizard apprentice is far too difficult. I have to dedicate a portion of my energy to you every moment to suppress your ulterior motives.”

"Even if I plant a paralysis curse on your body, I won't feel at ease. My style is to leave only obedient blood servants."

"Hehehe..."

Patty was pale and filled with despair.

How could she escape from this large group of dark wizards?

No matter how hard Patty racked her brains, she felt she was doomed. No matter how much she used the botanical knowledge she had learned at the University of Verdandia, she had no way to escape from so many powerful dark wizards.

Moreover, she had already consumed Graeme Stein's essence and blood.

Want to give up?

Patty gritted her teeth, remembering how she had been exposed to magic at the Aurelian Academy on Corfu since she was eight years old.

This year marks 15 years.

Fifteen years have passed. How much effort did she put in to leave the impoverished and harsh Corfu island and be fortunate enough to enter the University of Verdandia!

In Corfu, how much effort did she, as the son of a commoner, have to expend to rise above the noble sons of Corfu, whom she once thought were the chosen ones?

Patty's eyes glazed over again as he thought of the noble sons of Corfu.

Because she remembered someone.

At the same time, she also thought of something.

Have those classmates who once studied at the College of Aurelian inherited their family businesses or become wealthy residents of Corfu?

She, a witch apprentice on Corfu who considered herself superior to them, is now caught in the cruel war between black and white wizards in the wizarding world, unable to extricate herself from danger, even facing death and the risk of becoming a blood servant of a black wizard apprentice.

Thinking about this, Patty felt a pang of regret.

Would it be better for her to stay on Corfu?
Just then, Graeme Stein was surprised to find that the wooden frame of the carriage suddenly became scorching hot, and the black walnut wood frame of the magic carriage began to turn red, with sparks appearing, just like firewood placed in a fire pit.

Graeme Stein frowned.

He then noticed that his magical carriage had broken away from the main group and entered an unknown forest. The forest was shrouded in mist, and a bright moon hung in the sky, creating a dreamlike scene that seemed vastly different from the real world.

The entire forest possesses a hazy, ethereal beauty.

Wizard Graeme Stein grinned maliciously. "White Wizard? Hahaha, we acted so arrogantly just to provoke you bunch of stray dogs from Verdandia University to attack us, didn't we? Hahaha... You've fallen into a trap!"

“Every carriage in the caravan has been tampered with, just waiting for you to arrive. Hahaha… A sixfold cursed barrier! White Wizard, I will kill you.”

A six-pointed star magic circle emerged from under his carriage.

At the same time, a precious jewel appeared inside his carriage, providing negative energy to the sixfold cursed barrier.

In this way, a de facto magic-blocking circle targeting white wizards can be created.

Locke's voice came into his ears.

“Your joke has really gone too far, apprentice.”

Locke appeared inside the magical carriage.

Immediately, Graeme Stein felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked at Locke, his eyes momentarily confused, because Locke's clone was only wearing a black wizard's robe, and had no badges or other accessories, so it was impossible to identify him.

At the same time, the difference in magical pressure between Locke and him was simply too great.

Therefore, this caused the number one ranked wizard candidate in the Blood Curse Court to be unable to discern Locke's magical pressure. He felt as if Locke was empty, as if he were standing in front of him, yet as if he wasn't standing in front of him at all.

What terrified Graeme Stein the most was that the white wizard before him seemed to ignore the sixfold curse barrier.

The terrifying magic array that could inflict six opposing negative energies on the White Wizard, with the blessing of the Ghost Orb of the Ghost Cult, combined to create a devastating attack for the White Wizard, solving the biggest flaw of the Six-fold Reversal Barrier: the potential lack of sufficient negative energy magic.

But such a powerful killing move seemed to have no effect on the wizard in front of him.

Moreover, the other party actually looked with great interest at the six-pointed star magic circle pattern of the six-fold curse barrier that appeared on the carriage floor.

Locke looked at the six layers of cursed barriers and was quite moved.

This was the third time I had encountered this magic circle.

The first time was when I infiltrated the Blood Curse Court's territory with the witch Sophia and stormed their curse magic research institute.

The second time was when he turned the tables on the Blood Curse Court wizard candidates who were preparing to surround and kill him at Lilith's Hut.

And the third time is now.

"This six-fold curse barrier is indeed ingeniously designed."

Locke reached out and grabbed the magic circle that the black wizard had set up at the bottom of the carriage, which was now in his hand.

The wizard, Graeme Stein, was so terrified that his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

No, what is going on?
Locke looked at the magic circle and shook his head slightly. "It can only be called ingenious, not even brilliant."

With a slight effort, he crushed the magic array.

In an instant, the shattering of the sixfold cursed realm caused the Ghostly Pearl inside the carriage to crack open, and the more than one thousand souls imprisoned inside the Ghostly Pearl immediately floated away inside the carriage.

Locke snapped his fingers, drawing the carriage into his own realm of existence. Utilizing the properties of the Land of All Spirits, he transformed it into a spirit. He had already brought the carriage into his own realm of existence.

In the Silent Holy Grail, I used the Kingdom of Locke's Dharma Realm to devour the Land of All Spirits and the Shadow Fern of Wizard Edgar. Therefore, although I cannot use his ultimate magic, my Dharma Realm possesses some of the characteristics of the Land of All Spirits.

At this time, these souls, imprisoned by the Holy Church of the Ghosts and whose structures had been destroyed, were able to regain a certain form, thus gaining independent functions and becoming part of the Dharma Realm again.

Then, Locke flung them out of the realm of magic, allowing them to return to the natural flow of souls in the wizarding world.

The wizarding world has a well-developed soul circulation system.

My own Dharma realm currently mainly receives the essence of plants, and in the future, it is prepared to receive the spirituality of some cooperating world civilizations. In order to ensure the purity of the spirituality, I do not want any impurities to enter.

Otherwise, it will affect the energy dissipation of one's great magic and the progress of continuing the forging process.

Locke shook his head slightly.

"The current Blood Curse Tribunal is getting worse and worse. Hussein will definitely be very disappointed."

"The top apprentice of the Blood Curse Court before could remain calm and composed even when facing a formal wizard, and even set a trap to kill his teacher, which is how he managed to escape the Blood Curse Court unscathed. How come the current top apprentice is a dullard?"

Graeme Stein's pupils suddenly contracted, and he forced a smile onto his face.

“Senior, you are so powerful, why bother with a junior like me… You…”

The next moment, his body, which had been cursed and transformed into a vampire, began to crack inch by inch. He looked down and his eyes widened in shock. He saw that the sparks from the wooden frame inside the magic carriage, which had turned into firewood, were extending from his feet and crawling up his body.

His whole body now looked like charcoal burning red-hot in a boiler.

The key point is that he had absolutely no idea what was happening.

The vampire transformation curse seemed to have lost all its effect. He wanted to cast the Thousand Edge Curse, but when he opened his mouth, a stream of black gas spewed out, and even that black gas was burned away by a scorching fire in an instant.

First his throat caught fire, then his head, and then his whole body.

His immortality was completely ineffective.

Locke glanced at the perennial herbaceous magical plant Pinellia ternata in his hand, its rapier-like shape and unique spathe-like buds resembling incense sticks, and was extremely satisfied.

This is the power of Pinellia ternata.

Of course, using it to deal with a dark wizard apprentice was a bit overkill, because Locke suspected that if he used his full power of "Unable to Hold Back the Tree," even those dark wizards in the vaporization stage would have their bodies instantly destroyed by Banxia's fiery power, thus destroying their immortality.

Locke shook his head slightly.

"He's killed another of Hussein's junior brothers. He'll probably be very happy to find out."

Locke snapped his fingers, and the interior of the magic carriage quickly returned to normal. The black wizard apprentice, who had been destroyed by Banxia's summer magic, vanished without a trace.

Locke, sitting in the magic carriage, looked at Patty and asked, "Are you the driver of this magic carriage, Patty?"

“Drive for me. Keep up with the caravan; I also want to go to the Dark Wizards' Alliance meeting.”

There's nothing to be afraid of in the southeastern corner of the region.

Since I arrived here, I have confirmed that no second-circle wizard can tolerate staying here for an extended period of time!
Second-ring wizards here are practically in a state of rampage.

At this moment, the lunar magic realm surrounding the magic carriage rapidly faded, and the magic carriage returned to the real world.

Throughout the entire process, the dark wizards in this group remained completely unaware.

Patty stared in disbelief as the brutal dark wizard apprentice died instantly before her eyes.

Upon hearing Locke's question, she immediately bowed and greeted him, saying, "Sir...sir, I am indeed his coachman. I will drive the carriage for you. Are you a first-ring wizard of our White Wizarding Association?"

Locke paused for a moment.

"A first-ring wizard? I'm not."

Patty was immediately puzzled.

If this powerful wizard in front of him is not a first-ring wizard, then how did he manage to kill the number one official wizard candidate of the Blood Curse Court among so many groups of dark wizards?

Patty blinked.

"Wait... how do you know my name? Do you know me?"

Among the dark wizards, the slave-owning dark wizards never called her by her name; they either called her "Hey" or "Witch."

So Patty then realized that Locke probably knew her, or at least knew about her.

Locke sighed, sat down in front of her, and said, "Stand up."

“It’s me, Locke Augustine. Patty, don’t you remember me?”

Patty was about to stand up when she heard the familiar yet unfamiliar name and froze on the spot.

This was a name she thought she would likely never have the chance to hear again in her lifetime.

"Locke Augustine..."

Patty then dared to look closely at Locke, and she could still vaguely recognize the face of her former classmate.

They studied together at the Aurelian Academy on Corfu for two years. At first, she tutored Locke, but after three months, Locke surpassed her.

That was the first time she felt crushed in terms of talent.

Patty looked at Locke in surprise and said, "Locke...it was you..."

"Could it be that, Locke, you've become a powerful first-class wizard apprentice? You survived the great dark wizard attack a year ago?"

Patty was surprised, delighted, scared, and confused at the same time.

"It's too dangerous here. Our academy has been taken over by those dark wizards. The dean has ordered us to break up into smaller groups and scatter to escape, waiting for the signal to regroup for a counterattack."

"Locke, if you're not a certified wizard, how could you have killed Graeme Stein?"

"Are you alright at Lilith's Cottage? Did you run into Cod?"

Patty asked, "Locke, how are things at Lilith's Hut? Did you bring reinforcements from the official wizards at Lilith's Hut?"

(End of this chapter)