Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 39 Demonstrating Strength | Orders

The Night Raven Society's meeting place is located five kilometers away from Black Tower Academy.

The area is densely wooded.

It is a place rarely visited by people.

When Vic and his companion arrived, there were already five people waiting there.

You're late.

Some people questioned this.

Grant explained apologetically, "We were robbed on the way, which delayed us for a while, but thankfully we escaped unharmed."

Members of the Night Raven Society keep their identities secret from each other.

So, like Vic, they were shrouded in black robes, carefully concealing their spiritual magnetic field, and wearing masks on their faces.

Vic secretly observed the five people.

The strength of his spiritual magnetic field was no different from that of an ordinary apprentice; there was nothing special about it.

Although Grant spoke mysteriously when introducing him to the Night Raven Society.

But it's clearly just getting started.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have gathered in such a remote mountain forest.

After Grant finished explaining, no one paid him any attention.

He wasn't embarrassed at all, and naturally introduced the new member to everyone, "This is the sixth person to join the Society, Destiny."

The voice just fell.

A cold, mocking laugh suddenly rang out from not far away.

"Grant, although you founded the Night Raven Society, you don't have the final say on its affairs, understand?"

In other words.

Although you created the Society, the Wizarding World is ruled by strength, and it determines whether new members are qualified to join. You are not yet worthy.

Faced with humiliation.

Grant remained unmoved.

He was able to build the Night Raven Society from scratch, and that wasn't just due to luck.

He took out the deck of cards that Vic had used to draw his identity and said bluntly, "Everyone here is incredibly powerful; I am ashamed to admit my inferiority."

But if we want you to get together and exchange resources...

You will not find another person besides me.

Although Grant didn't say it explicitly, everyone present understood what he meant.

There are many strong people in this world.

But the wizard's whereabouts are shrouded in mystery.

It's difficult to have the ability to contact these people anytime, anywhere.

The deck that Grant creates using the Enchanted Spirit property will cast a simple blessing spell on the person who draws it.

Help Grant send a message to the person being drawn.

Moreover, unlike stalking or marking-type reconnaissance spells, this simple blessing spell does not provide Grant with the specific location of the person being marked, but only provides a one-way information transmission function.

The wizard feared that someone was secretly watching him.

If not.

Grant wouldn't be alive today.

When Vic came into contact with the deck, he sensed its mysterious and extraordinary nature, but he never expected that Grant would have such a wonderful method hidden.

No wonder he was able to organize a gathering even while staying at the academy.

After Grant finished speaking.

A gentle and beautiful voice rang out.

"Since we have voluntarily joined the Society, we should abide by the rules set by Lord Grant; otherwise, the Society would have no reason to exist."

The chilling voice persisted, "Hmph, rules? Is this your first day out on training?"

In this world, strength is king, and that is the ultimate rule.

Grant invited the newcomers without consulting me.

I'm not happy.

It's just because Vic joined.

Even before the party started, there were already signs that a conflict was about to break out.

The gentle voice turned cold, and she said displeasedly, "If I were to kill you, wouldn't that also comply with the rules you mentioned?"

The words fell.

The two spiritual pressures, both at the level of senior apprentices, were irreconcilable and clashed head-on.

The invisible shockwaves generated when mental magnetic fields collide.

It rolled over in all directions.

Tree branches broke, and rocks shattered.

The aftershocks alone were enough to severely injure a wizard apprentice!

Grant's expression changed drastically upon seeing this!

He wanted to retreat, but a pair of large hands pressed down on his shoulders, and an extremely terrifying mental pressure spread outward from behind him, easily blocking the aftershocks of the conflict between the two senior figures in the distance.

Separate the two.

Protect Grant from injury.

Vic spoke calmly, "Time is precious, you two."

He intervened to mediate.

The two men then stopped fighting.

The cold voice snorted coldly and said no more.

A gentle, melodious voice, standing under a tree not far away, nodded slightly to Vic and said, "Welcome to the Night Raven Society, Destiny."

Although none of the other three who learned the skill made a move.

But they were all observing in secret.

When Vic intervened to mediate, the depth and strength he displayed far exceeded their guesses and expectations.

Even after Vic advanced to senior level, the energy density of his spiritual body increased very slowly.

However, it possesses the knowledge system of alchemists.

The quality and intensity of his spiritual magnetic field far surpasses that of ordinary senior apprentices.

Most of the members of the society are highly capable and have powerful backgrounds.

His vision is unmatched by that of a seasoned apprentice.

After a brief encounter, they had already made a judgment about Vic's strength: he was quite powerful, and it was best not to clash with him.

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The cold voice fell silent completely, no longer objecting due to fear of Vic's strength.

This is the benefit of having strength and a deep foundation.

The doubts and malice of others are not worth mentioning.

A slight movement.

They crushed it.

Grant coughed lightly, turned to Vic, and said, "Thank you."

That's when we started organizing today's gathering.

The first step was to introduce the members of the association to Vic.

The owner of that chilling voice was codenamed "Consul".

The gentle voice that helped Vic speak was codenamed "Deep Star Queen".

The other three are: the Tower, the Hermit, and the Golden Temple.

According to the rules of the Society, Grant will not disclose any information about the Society's members to them, and all transactions must be conducted in an orderly manner under Grant's organization.

The first to speak was the senior apprentice codenamed "The Tower".

"If any of you have any spare sea giant whiskers, I'm willing to buy them at a high price."

Sea Giant's Beard is a mysterious material found only in the Death Rift region, taken from the corpses of the eerie creatures, sea giants, after their natural deaths.

Even at Black Tower Academy, it is extremely rare and priceless.

Vic knew where he came from.

But he didn't know its purpose.

It's speculated that it might be related to advancing to the first level of wizardry, but that's just speculation.

Seeing that no one responded, Grant said, "Since you all have limited materials, I will do my best to help the Tower find the sea giant's beard."

This commitment is void if I do not contact you within one month.

The tower nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Subsequently, everyone made requests to trade.

They exchanged rare and precious materials from each other.

If placed outside, any one of the materials traded by the members could be sold for over three hundred soul stones in the trading market.

Because of the presence of the Grant organization and the mutual distrust among its members, no murders or robberies occurred at the gathering.

When it's time for Vic.

He said it was his first time attending a party and he had no needs.

The gathering was originally scheduled to end there.

But the 'Deep Star Queen', who had already traded for three precious materials, suddenly said, "Does anyone here know any alchemists?"

I have something that needs to be made.

The members of the Night Raven Society are exceptionally skilled and have powerful backgrounds.

The alchemical item order must be extraordinary and requires the expertise of a master craftsman.

The Death Rift region is vast, yet skilled alchemists are few and far between.

Brody of Black Tower Academy is quite strong, but he can't be considered a master.

The Deep Star Queen was clearly disappointed when no one answered.

After a moment's consideration, Vic said, "I know an alchemy master who can help me make the necessary tools."

I can ask him to make it.

Vic responded.

The "Deep Star Queen" was somewhat surprised.

She paused for a moment, then said, "Let's talk in private, Mr. Grant. Thank you for your help."

The speaker meant no harm.

The listener was attentive.

Vic should place the order.

They had begun to speculate whether the sixth member of the Society, codenamed "Destiny," was actually an alchemist.

However, they knew most of the famous alchemists in the Death Rift region.

She can't be that young.

Grant wondered if the alchemist who had given Vic his legacy and traveled the world was still near the academy.

(End of this chapter)