Constructing-Style Wizard-Chapter 285: 120. There’s a big difference in restraint 2

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Philia pointed to the ground and said:

“Over there, in the direction, I’m pointing, on the 13th floor underground, in the central area, there are some Black Bone Hermits. There are four of them in total. One is a third-level Black Bone Hermit and three are first-level Black Bone Hermits. There are also at least 20 armed alchemy slaves…”

“Did you see them using the ‘Elemental Vision’?,” Noland Lee asked, pretending to be surprised, even though he already knew the answer.

“Yes. My mentor gave me an ‘Elemental Vision Magic Scroll’. The magic vision can probably last for a little over an hour.” Philia gently touched her chin and said:

“However, the ‘Elemental Vision’ can only help me see the number of enemies, it can’t determine the strength of the enemies. Hickman Arlington backed out at the last minute and sold me some information. He told me that among the people below, there’s a third-level Black Bone Hermit, a guy named Young

Raven.”

Noland Lee pretended to ponder for a moment and then said after a second:

“I see. Hickman Arlington is a traitor, right? He found out that you can use the ‘Elemental Vision’, got cold feet, and sold out the Black Bone Hermit as a way to gain your forgiveness. Where is he now? Did you let him go?”

Philia sighed helplessly and said:

“Sigh, you’re right in your guess. I could only let him go. Magic Law No. 6 has a powerful binding force on us, the Wizard Advancement Association’s subordinates in magic institutions. Hickman Arlington did betray us, but he stopped in time and didn’t cause substantial damage.

“For this kind of wild wizard with ill intentions but who hasn’t actually damaged the interests of the magic institution, our Elemental Judgment can only let him leave and cannot forcibly detain him or punish him. Otherwise, the Wizard Council will send the wizard enforcers…”

“Wizard Enforcers…” Noland Lee slightly frowned..

He knew about the existence of the Wizard Council – that was knowledge from Greenshaw, but it was limited to the Council’s functions—coordinating faction relationships, arbitrating wizard-related events, resolving faction disputes, and so on.

However, as for whatever refined organizations that are under the Wizard Council, Noland Lee really didn’t have any detailed information.

What Philia mentioned “Wizard Enforcers,” definitely rang an alarm bell for Naland Lee.

He has a premonition…

If the Wizard Council knows that he, a fake magician, has erased a legitimate magician, it will definitely trigger a life and death pursuit. Now that he thought about it, he seemed to be a bit too fearless… An imposter “Sleeping Monument Master.”

Illegally stealing the core knowledge of a non-owned wizardry school.

Deliberately deceiving the magic institution and intentionally hiding the true identity of the wild wizard.

Deliberately plotting murder and assassination of a legal wandering wizard endorsed by the Lecturer Professor.

If wizard enforcers come after him, Lee does not think he will surrender, even

adding the charge of “violently resisting the Wizard Council’s decision to arrest him.” wow.

Exciting.

While Noland became more vigilant, he also felt a bit eager to make a move.

This method of muddling under the eyes of a powerful magic institution is more challenging than the next-door neighbor.

Noland considered himself a hardcore player, the bigger the predicament, the higher the interest.

As long as he has enough cards and disguises sufficiently rich, and is careful enough, he can definitely live until the day when he has the capital to stand against the Wizard Council.

If he didn’t have this confidence after crossing over with an external application, he might as well go back to the Suffering Borderland and play in the mud.

Noland stabilized his mind and listened patiently to Philia’s arrangement. “I want to assign you to the 14th floor underground, which is the floor below the nest of the demonized rats.”

Philia took out a corridor map and explained:

“Look. The core area of the demon rat nest occupies the 11th to the 13th floors of Sector 8 underground. These three floors do not have vertical shaft entrances. If the Black Bone hermits want to withdraw, they must move from a gap in the floor of the 13th floor into the 14th floor underground below the nest, and then leave from the staircase or vertical shaft entrance on the 14th floor.

“In my plan, you and the armed security personnel will ambush the fleeing Black Bone Hermit on the 14th floor underground, and leave the fighting in the primary battlefield to me and others. What do you think?”

Noland used Deconstruction to record Philia’s map in his mind and asked after a bit of thinking:

“Are you confident in dealing with a third-level Black Bone Hermit? The third level is the peak of lower-level extraordinary beings, only one level away from the middle level. In case Young Raven has any hidden tricks, you will be in danger. Shouldn’t you call for more help?”

Truth be told, if it were up to Noland to address the current problem all by himself, there would only be one solution:

Blow it up.

Blow the hell out of it.

Simply blow holes in the ground between the 11th to the 13th floors and bombard the area with lockdown alchemy bombs.

Regardless of whether they’re first-level Black Bone Hermits or third-level Black Bone Hermits, just cover everything with cannon fire.

Why bother going through the trouble of confronting them face to face?

However, Noland clearly misinterpreted the intentions of Philia’s mentor.

“No, Ray Lee. This is the promotion trial assigned to me by my mentor. I can only use limited funds, manpower, and magical items to solve the problem at hand. In fact, if it’s just to drive away the black bone hermits in the nest, the Life Essence Society can just send ‘Demon Hunters’. Those battle-specialized individuals who start off as fourth-level alchemists are way more efficient than us.”

Philia paused, her tone dimmed, and she muttered:

“It seems that I still have a lot to learn, just learning how to deal with people with ill intentions is enough to make me pull my hair out. My mentor only gave me 2 million union coins as trial funds. Not only is it all gone now, I’ve also used my savings…. Ah.

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