Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 278 - 277 The Insane Brain
Chapter 278: Chapter 277: The Insane Brain
Chapter 278 -277: The Insane Brain
Night.
The laboratory, in the main lab.
Richard sat in front of a long experimental table, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the surface, making a “tap-tap” sound as he pondered.
Organization? The true identity of the organization?
It wasn’t the White Stone Tower Wizard Association, nor the Frank Kingdom, which meant it wasn’t a local power but rather an external one.
According to the conversation between the man and the woman, this organization had defined what was prohibited and what was not, and had even set classified levels for the forbidden items. This wasn’t something that could be done haphazardly—it required the investment of time and effort from many people, working together to establish a reasonable list. This indicated a vast, well-functioning power.
Combining both inferences, it could tentatively be surmised that this group was a vast, formidable surreptitious force from elsewhere, extending its tendrils into White Stone City.
So what was their true purpose in all this?
To seize and destroy contraband, but for what gain, and motivated by what?
In other words, what state were they trying to achieve in White Stone City through the seizure and destruction of contraband?
Were they not afraid of being discovered and subsequently attacked by the White Stone Tower Wizard Association? If it was merely for trivial gains or motivated by laughable reasons, conflicting with the White Stone Tower Wizard Association would be indefensible, wouldn’t it? Unless… their real target was the White Stone Tower Wizard Association itself?
“Tap-tap-tap… Thump!”
The tapping of Richard’s fingers on the table paused as he lifted his hands to rub his temples, continuing his train of thought.
Due to the lack of information, the identity of this organization could temporarily be characterized as a foreign, vast power harboring some agenda against the White Stone Tower Wizard Association.
This led to the second issue.
Why were the books passed down from the Black Spirit Empire deemed “confidential” by them and ordered to be destroyed?
According to the conversation between the man and woman, it was because the books hid the Black Spirit King’s secrets, which could potentially reveal something about their behind-the-scenes organization.
Now, this was becoming interesting.
The reason he had sought these books was to understand the cause of the ancient ring heating up, to unveil the secrets of White Stone Tower that Old Marlon had mentioned.
So were the Black Spirit King’s secret and White Stone Tower’s secret one and the same?
Or was the secret of White Stone Tower just a part of the Black Spirit King’s secret—unraveling the White Stone Tower secret to gain the unimaginable benefits Old Marlon had spoken of might just be the first step, with more beyond it?
This was getting intriguing.
From the beginning, he hadn’t placed much importance on the secret of White Stone Tower, considering it merely an academic diversion. He hadn’t felt that unveiling this secret would yield much of value—the coefficient of return seemed rather low. But now, it seemed, that might not be the case.
Perhaps it was time to prioritize the decoding of the White Stone Tower secret, not necessarily elevating it to the highest priority comparable to “magical rune research,” but still, a strong priority was warranted.
As for the cellular culture work related to “Divine Blood,” it would remain at a lower priority.
Then… the third question.
The identities of the man and woman.
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The woman, or rather the person resembling a woman, had a woman’s body but emitted a purely male voice. Was this due to some kind of vocal cord damage, or some other reason?
Of course, compared to the man, the woman’s identity was hardly worth mentioning.
According to their conversation, the man had died.
So… how was it that a man who died was still living? Was it the effect of some resurrection spell?
What price would such a spell demand, what limitations did it have, and could it truly break the barriers between life and death, perpetuating life eternally? If that were possible, it would be quite terrifying.
Besides, the man bore the title “Dragon Slayer Tragic Death Suomen.” According to him, he had completed his mission and slain the Giant Dragon, though his death had resulted from some accident he was unclear about.
The man’s experience made Richard involuntarily connect it with someone he had encountered before: the mysterious wizard who had killed the giant dragon Gregory on the border of the Jade Kingdom, in the Divine Forest. At that time, the strength he could muster had been meager. He had managed to kill the dragon by employing the crystal skull, expending his energy in a rush, collapsing the tunnel, and other various means.
From the other party’s perspective, it indeed seemed like “the mission was complete, the giant dragon was successfully killed; it was just some unexpected accident he was unaware of that led to his death.”
So… could the mysterious wizard from back then and this man be the same person?
If the answer to the third question was affirmative, then the previous two questions would need to be escalated.
After all, if a wizard capable of slaughtering a giant dragon, who could be resurrected, was just an ordinary member of some organization, how terrifyingly powerful could that organization be? Coming to White Stone City, what was he planning to do to the White Stone Tower Wizard Association? Was it possible that he was going to reveal some secrets of the Black Spirit King, and what was the real truth? What exactly was being revealed?
Richard felt that his brain, which had finally been cleared by “O’Connor’s Razor,” was becoming chaotic again. This chaos was the result of a barrage of unstoppable thoughts. Because the implications of the conclusions he was drawing now were too astonishing and mind-boggling, his brain was operating on its own, trying to find a logical explanation. But due to the incomplete information, this explanation was hard to come by.
“Breathe—in—”
“Breathe—out—”
Richard took deep breaths, trying to adjust himself. He filled a wooden cup with water, covered the cup with his hand, and cast a small trick of the “Water Droplet Condensation” spell, which rapidly cooled the water in the cup until it reached zero degrees and formed tiny ice cubes.
He lifted the wooden cup and drank the entire cup of icy water in one gulp, feeling his body chill.
But the chaotic state of his brain did not improve much, with a multitude of thoughts continuously whirling in his mind.
At that moment, Richard suddenly thought of something else. That was… if the man named Suomen he encountered during the day was indeed the mysterious wizard, and naturally the murderer of the giant dragon Gregory, then… should he tell Pandora?
Richard looked at Pandora; his expression changing rapidly as he finally called out, “Pandora!”
Pandora, who had been asleep, was woken up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up from her new bed that they had bought just a few days ago, looking over with displeasure and asking, “What?”
“Uh…” Richard fell silent, and after a long silence, he shook his head and said, “Uh, it’s nothing, go back to sleep.”
Pandora: “…”
Pandora’s eyes widened, looking as though she wanted to get out of bed and hit him, but in the end, she seemed unable to part with the softness of the bed. With a snort, she grumpily lay back down to continue sleeping.
Richard’s eyes flickered, constantly flickering.
Just then, Pandora, who had lain down not long ago, suddenly sat back up again, blinking and tilting her head as she looked towards Richard.
Richard looked at Pandora: “What, can’t sleep?”
Pandora didn’t speak. She jumped out of bed, her bare feet touching the ground, and walked step by step towards Richard. Her expression wasn’t fierce; it didn’t seem like she was about to hit someone.
So…
Richard was slightly puzzled.
Pandora came in front of Richard and looked at him.
Richard continued to look at Pandora, unsure of what she wanted to do.
After a good while, Pandora finally spoke up, asking, “You’re feeling down, aren’t you?”
Richard: “Uh…” If talking about the confusion in his brain, that indeed had something to do with feeling bad. But how did Pandora notice it? Could it be because of some dragon talent?
Pandora said nothing, gazing at Richard seated on the chair. In the next moment, she slowly raised her foot, reaching out to touch his head. She rubbed it a bit and then lightly patted it twice.
Richard: “…”
“Feeling better now?” Pandora asked earnestly.
Richard: “…”
“Yeah, you must be feeling better now.” Pandora confidently declared, nodding at Richard as if to encourage him, then walked back barefoot to the bed and climbed in, muttering, “You better not disturb my sleep if you’re feeling better, otherwise, hmpf…”
Pandora turned over and fell asleep.
Richard silently watched Pandora for a long time, then couldn’t help but shake his head, revealing a somewhat helpless smile. At that moment, his mind was a blank.
