The Wizard World (Part 2)

Chapter 399: Truth (2)

Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe

The armor piece was a perfect fit for his left shoulder, and he could sense the surge of information being transmitted into his brain.

It was the information related to the magic circle inheritance.

"Can you feel that? That's the advantage of having a magic circle inheritance set. Dark Wizard Tower is one of the most powerful organizations, but even we can only build several of those sets. Can you imagine how many resources were allocated into this?" the old man whose name was Medisa chuckled as he explained.

"And this," he threw Angele a white ball, "this is the seed of the magic circle inheritance. Plant it in the location you have selected, and the only thing you need to do is to wait. Make sure you're the only one there when you plant the seed or there will be trouble."

"Got it." Angele carefully grasped the white ball. "Can you give me a durable and stable pouch? Mine was destroyed during the competition."

"No problem." Medisa fetched a small black pouch from the drawer. "This is something I used when I was young. Made out of dragon skin, I'm sure it won't break in a normal battle. I watched how you fought in that battle. I like your style. You know, the director has three students, but I like you the most. I'll give it to you for free just because of that." Medisa gave Angele a thumbs-up.

"Is it a tradition for a director to take the winner as their student?" Angele queried.

"It's a rule that a director of a department can take the winner in as their student, but it doesn't have to be the wizard department. Dark Wizard Tower does not host competitions often, you see. The director of the department of change invited you to hers, didn't she? She probably likes you, too," the old man explained, "I know what you're thinking. You're wondering about the benefits of becoming a student of the director, right? I can tell you one thing—you will be able to protect everything important to you in the chaotic times about to come…"

The old man showed a meaningful smile.

"Huh? So you will give me power? Or authority?" Green (Angele) remained calm for he knew he was getting closer to the secrets of Dark Wizard Tower.

"Authority and power come hand in hand. However, you can't protect anything with just mediocre authority and power. You need to maximize them. Something terrifying will soon come, but for a wizard like you to become stronger, you need at least hundreds of years," the old man shrugged, "We don't have much time left."

"Huh? Who exactly are you asking me to protect?" Angele's expression changed, and he took off the armor piece and kept the white ball in his pouch and attached it to his belt.

"Let me explain that to you, Green (Angele)." A voice sounding like it was from a middle-aged man came from near the door.

"Juventus, you again!" Medisa's face hardened, and he seemed to have lost interest in the topic. He returned to the table and took a seat. "Fine, I'll let you explain. Every time you're here, you just…" He did not finish his sentence, but the old man seemed to be annoyed and frustrated at the person named Juventus.

Angele turned around to see a bearded man in white outfit standing by the door. He looked just like an average human male. There was a stack of yellow-leather paper in his papers, which were covered with messy handwriting.

"Medisa, I wrote a few new poems today. Can you read and help me improve them? I assure you it's different this time! I've improved a lot! A lot!" The man smilingly barged into the study and approached Medisa's table.

"All right, all right, put them down first. Tell Green (Angele) about the truth of Dark Wizard Tower. I'll read your poems later." Juventus was giving Medisa a headache. "Green (Angele) is the only one who's normal between you three… He knows what he should do, and he works hard…" Medisa said as he picked up the stack of papers, but it looked like he wasn't at all impressed.