Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 89 Establishing Authority and Infamy | A Change in the Path

The day.

The floating city's port on the ground was as peaceful and bustling as ever.

but.

The largest local gang.

The atmosphere was oppressive inside the serpent cult's stronghold.

The organization's leader, senior apprentice Pio, fixed his gaze on the gold-plated ring on the table, his brow furrowed.

He was wearing a dark brown robe, leaning back on the sofa, his hands adorned with jewels, looking preoccupied.

this time.

He sent people to sell illegally obtained stolen goods on the black market.

Everything else went smoothly.

Only this ring.

No one dared to accept it.

The reason for this was that he went to the black market himself, only to be turned away.

He picked up the ring and examined it closely.

Could it be that this thing really has a great history?

That's true.

Why didn't that foreign knight mention it? If he had a background or status, the knight would have only needed to mention it once, and he would have been treated with sincerity.

At this time.

The deputy who had gone out to gather information hurriedly returned and saw the elderly wizard apprentice covered in sweat and his face was deathly pale.

"Lord Pyo! We've gotten ourselves into big trouble this time!"

Pyo has extensive connections in the port area of ​​the floating city and has a close relationship with a first-level wizard who works for the Purification Committee.

The two sides have frequent exchanges of interests.

Even if he offends a level one wizard, he has enough trump cards to deal with it.

He snorted coldly, showing no sign of panic, and said, "Big trouble? Tell me slowly, I'm listening."

The elderly apprentice had thinning hair and a face full of wrinkles.

His teeth chattered as he said, "I paid a high price to buy the information from an apprentice on the black market."

He told me that the black market merchants refused to let us in because the ring contained the spiritual imprint of a powerful wizard.

Moreover, that important figure is currently residing in the Floating City!

"They are a terrifying entity that we absolutely cannot afford to offend!"

Upon hearing this...

The senior apprentice, Pio, grew increasingly serious and pressed on, "Do you know the identity of that important person?"

The apprentice shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

If it were before...

Such a big matter would definitely be reported to him by the Anti-Corruption Commission, and even if he were to flee, they would provide him with cover.

after all.

The censorship committee also profits greatly from the gray market they operate.

pity.

To this day, he has not heard a word from the Purge Committee.

They realized something was wrong.

The senior apprentice was also a decisive person. He immediately stood up and said, "From now on, you will be in charge of handling the organization's affairs."

I need to leave for a while.

Under no circumstances should you mention my whereabouts to anyone.

but.

It's too late to leave now.

A bland, unremarkable voice suddenly entered the camp from outside the door.

"The people inside should come out and see me."

thereafter.

The mental pressure of a first-level wizard resounded like muffled thunder within the mind of the senior apprentice, Bio.

He lost his balance and almost fell!

In an instant.

His forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.

My hands were trembling violently.

Pio knew he was in trouble, but since the other party had come to his door, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go out to greet them.

Based on his apprentice's abilities.

There is absolutely no way to escape from a first-level wizard.

The serpent followers' stronghold was located next to a warehouse in the port.

The exterior of the building is small, but the interior and basement spaces are extremely large.

This is during the peak period of port throughput.

Vic stood suspended in mid-air.

The black robe fluttered in the fierce wind high above.

Like a colossal steel structure, the airship blotted out the sky, trailing billows of white smoke as it took off and departed from port behind him.

Merchants and wizards passing by stopped to watch when they saw a first-level wizard looking menacing.

Luke is now a committee assistant, holding a high position in the Floating City. He has risen to the upper-middle class, wielding real power and possessing considerable personal strength.

But he could only stand behind Vic, his lips moving as if he wanted to dissuade him, but he dared not utter a sound.

The priests and apprentices of the Anti-Corruption Commission patrolling near the port also rushed over upon hearing the news.

"Lord Luke! What's wrong?"

Luke's face was ashen. He stood with his hands behind his back, a stark contrast to his gentle demeanor when facing Vic. He coldly barked, "Get the first-level wizard in charge of the port to see me!"

Not long after.

Then a young wizard who had recently been promoted to the first level flew over in a hurry from a distance.

Upon seeing Luke, he was slightly startled and quickly bowed in greeting. Then, looking at Vic, somewhat unsure of the other's origins, he whispered, "Lord Luke, who is this...?"

Luke snorted and said, "You don't need to know his identity, Triss. This happened in your jurisdiction, so handle it yourself."

Triss secretly probed the extent of Vic's strength.

My heart sank.

Although the other party's mental magnetic field strength was the same as that of a newly promoted level one, he knew that a newly promoted level one would not make Lord Luke so cautious.

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Especially the characteristics of the other party's mental magnetic field.

Cruel and ruthless.

It's frightening.

Triss remained silent for a moment, intending to interrupt and ask what had happened that caused such a commotion, but then he saw the senior apprentice, Pio, walking out of the camp.

I've already guessed most of it.

I wanted to reprimand him and publicly punish Pio for violating the rules.

But he inadvertently caught Luke's gaze.

I was immediately startled.

Luke was clearly saying that if you don't want to die, don't use the guise of punishment to protect your profit chain operating here in the port.

Otherwise, you will bear the consequences.

Vic didn't care about the value of a single gold ring.

But he wouldn't give it to me.

No one else can take it.

and.

This matter concerns his purpose in coming to the Floating City.

This must be dealt with seriously.

Vic is a deep thinker and a pragmatic man.

His purpose in coming to the Floating City this time was clear.

One is to get rid of the criminal sorceress Amiya.

Secondly, they used the alchemist's status and connections to seize profits.

It paves the way for talent-level sorcery and advancement to senior status.

The theft of a squire's entourage is an affront to his dignity and a blow to his power and status, effectively cutting off his source of income.

court death!

Moreover.

In the wizarding world, the law of the strong remains unchanged.

The intangible benefits of a notorious and infamous reputation far outweigh the drawbacks.

The Black Tower Academy era.

Vic's strength and talent are no different from an ant's; if he were to fight or contend with others, he would be at risk of falling at any time.

That's not the case now.

After opening up the Sea of ​​Knowledge at the Star Sea level.

He also practices bloodline sorcery.

Aiming for the Black Box level talent slot.

He unexpectedly became enemies with a criminal wizard.

His path to advancement has gradually broken free from the rule of "mediocrities racing against time," and he has stepped into the ranks of geniuses.

The incident of Loken being robbed.

Can be big or small.

But Vic intended to use this incident to establish his authority.

To establish a bad reputation.

This will make it easier for him to operate within the floating city in the future.

As a boy, his face was ordinary and unremarkable, like that of an ordinary passerby.

But the vicissitudes of a century.

Vic's sideburns and front hair were already gray, his face was angular, and his eyes were sinister and terrifying.

It just stood in the air.

His expression was authoritative without being angry.

He looked down at the senior apprentice who had just left the camp, his voice flat and indifferent.

"Did you steal my squire?"

The next chapter will be later; there are some issues with the writing, and it's still being revised.

(End of this chapter)