Constructing-Style Wizard

Nikcat wouldn’t be so foolish as to use the ancient bones to desecrate the Tomb King.

There’s only one answer then.

Nikcat’s cooperation with the Blood Sun Seal was inspired by the Tomb King, so he used the ancient bones to witness this cooperation and to contain the power of contamination.

However, the awkward thing is…

When Noland Lee got rid of Nikcat, he used too much force, giving him a lightning bath and turning him into ashes in one go.

The ancient bone that could prove the secret collusion between the Tomb King and the Blood Sun Seal has been reduced to fragments and powder, making it difficult to serve as strong evidence.

Comini took the remaining remnants of the ancient bone from Noland Lee.

One of her tasks in coming here was to find out the depth of the cooperation between the Alchemy Cathedral and the Blood Sun Seal.

If the relationship between the two is close, the Alchemy Cathedral is likely to be infiltrated by the Blood Sun Seal, making Union City an unsuitable place for the emergence of new magic research institutions.

Before driving away or eliminating the Blood Sun Seal’s descendants, the Wizard Advancement Association will not send new wizard forces to reside here.

According to the No.2 and No.6 Decrees of Ulnas Circle, Comini, after acquiring solid evidence of the Alchemy Cathedral being widely infiltrated by extraterrestrial space pollution, can forcefully remove the Blood Sun Seal’s descendants without informing the Alchemy Cathedral.

For this matter, Comini may have to hide her identity and live in Union City for a long time, closely monitoring the underground movements.

The Tomb King is one of the lecturers who secretly collude with the extraterrestrial space pollution, and another one might be Soul Shaper Gilbert Winchester.

But it’s just a “possibility,” Noland Lee has no direct evidence, and he came to this guess based on intuition.

To verify this conjecture, Noland Lee thought of a method:

“Comini, please report the whole story of my lawful killing of Hickman Arlington to the Wizard Enforcement Department truthfully. Please tell Gilbert Winchester that my killing Hickman Arlington is in compliance with the local laws of Union City, and make it clear to him that I will stay in Union City for a long time, I will not leave, and I will frequent the Fissure Corridor. After that, we just need to be patient and wait. The subsequent events will prove that what I said is true.”

Noland Lee continued to speak while looking at Comini, deep in thought:

“Gilbert Winchester is striving for the opportunity to establish a magic research institute here in Union City. I bet that the Alchemy Cathedral will take the initiative to suggest to the Wizard Advancement Association that Gilbert Winchester should take over the local magic research tasks. This is a suggestion from the Blood Sun Seal descendants.

“At the same time, the Blood Sun Seal descendants will keep a low profile until Gilbert Winchester’s wizards arrive. Even in the face of your undercover investigation, the Blood Sun Seal descendants will not reveal any flaws. They’ll act like a turtle, keeping a low profile and staying put in their sealed space until the conditions are right for Gilbert Winchester and the Blood Sun Seal descendants to launch their plan. Before that, they’ll find a suitable reason to have the Alchemy Cathedral draw you away from Union City.”

Noland Lee, facing an extremely inquisitive Comini, shook his hands and said:

“Please don’t ask me what my basis is for saying this. I’m just making a prediction and assumption about the future. If what happens in the future confirms what I’m saying now, then it’s not too late for you to contact me through the lecturer professor at that time.”

Sometimes knowing too much isn’t a good thing. Noland Lee now has a sense of helplessness as he possesses the truth but can’t directly speak it.

The suspicions, doubts, and speculations from others, the scrutiny, consideration, and observation, as well as the tracking, attention, and inquiry from other forces… these people, these forces, will all harbor hostility towards Noland Lee because he inexplicably uncovered their true intentions.

Just like Soul Shaper Gilbert Winchester.

If that lecturer professor knew that Noland Lee safely survived the Enforcement Wizard’s investigation, he would undoubtedly harbor even greater hostility. His hostility would be directly reflected in the ‘Hatred Value’ of the ‘Resurrection Magic Potential.’

Once the ‘Hatred Value’ increases, sinister schemes and sneak attacks would arrive as expected.

If Noland Lee lets out that he will frequently travel back and forth in the Fissure Corridor and deliberately expose his whereabouts, he’ll definitely attract assassination attempts. The true mastermind behind those assassination attempts will undoubtedly be Gilbert Winchester, although the actual execution of the attacks will be carried out by unrelated people.

But how could Noland Lee explain the basis of this speculation to others? Can he directly say he knows the outcome based on the changes in the ‘Hatred Value’?

No.

He can’t say it.

He couldn’t do it.

This feeling of knowing the truth but having no way to say it was beyond unbearable.

Noland Lee simply chose to act like a charlatan, sharing only his speculations and prophecies, without trying to explain the reasons.

Believe it or not, time would prove his every word.

Comi stared at Noland Lee’s words with narrowed brows, looking at him as if he had delusions of persecution.

Noland Lee ignored her gaze and clapped his hands together, saying:

“I just happen to be going to the depths of Fissure Corridor. If you have time, after spreading the news of my legal killing of Hickman Arlington, you might want to stay with me in Fissure Corridor for a while. If someone tries to assassinate me, I hope you can help me catch the assassin and interrogate them.”

Comi nodded slightly.

She took out a magic scroll from her magic pouch, tore it open, and shot a dazzling white light at the magic training room.

The “Advanced Repair Spell”, capable of mending buildings and magical facilities, erupted from the scroll. Everything touched by the light, whether magical or not, was restored to its original state in an extremely short time.

Shattered stones flew back to the wall, charred wood fragments were as good as new, filling the gaps in the floor.

There was no trace left of any battle in the magic training room.

Comi closed her eyes and entered the “Court of Silence”, getting in touch with the Lecturer Professor Erica.

After passing the message along, she nodded to Noland Lee and said:

“Let’s go. I’ll follow you using the ‘Advanced Illusion Body Spell’ from the Distortion Magic Boots.”

Comi stomped her right heel on the floor, and a pink spell light wrapped her from bottom to top.

As the spell light dissipated, Comi vanished into thin air, not even leaving a ripple of light and shadow in the air.

NOLAND Lee threw a Deconstruction spell in her direction and nodded secretly.

Comi had entered invisibility status. Deconstruction could still recognize her. Because the invisibility effect of this “Advanced Illusion Body Spell” was too good, he – a half-baked wizard with only 40 points of Spirit – couldn’t detect any spell fluctuations.

Noland Lee poured the Life Elixir into his mouth and cast a Disguise spell on himself, transforming back into the dapper local appearance.

He opened the door of the magic practice room, stepped into the corridor, and met Mabel’s questioning gaze head-on.

“Everything is settled, Mabel. Don’t worry about me.”

Noland Lee smiled at her:

“I’ll go ahead. The Enforcement Wizard said she has some things to do, and she’ll come to you after she’s done.”

Mabel stood up, dispelled the magic chair beneath her, and looked at the restored magic practice room.

She had sensed the power fluctuations and the wall vibrations from the previous battle.

There must have been an intense battle between Noland Lee and Comi.

No matter the outcome of the battle, or the reason behind their conflict, Noland Lee’s safe departure from the magic practice room signified the end of the matter.

Looking at Noland Lee, there were no magic lock chains or magic shackles on him. This meant that he had not been treated as a criminal by Comi.

Mabel breathed a sigh of relief, patting the full moon and smiling:

“As long as you’re okay. I knew you definitely had nothing to do with Hickman Arlington’s death. I’ll take you to the Great Gate.”

Noland Lee smiled mysteriously, knowing that she had misunderstood, but not explaining further.

It’s better to let Comi tell her the answer.