Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 549 - 547 Deep Blue Castle

Florence, Southeast.

In the numerous undulating mountain ranges, a large cluster of buildings sat, comprising castles, high towers, and stone buildings. The predominant color of the buildings was blue, adorned with numerous patterns of flying fish.

This was the location of the Wizard Organization’s Deep Blue Castle.

In the center of the building complex, inside a Stone Tower.

A woman wearing a light blue robe appeared. She was around thirty years old, of average appearance, but her walk exuded efficiency. Her name was Linda, a member of the Deep Blue Castle. Due to her mediocre aptitude, although she possessed the cultivation of a Level One Wizard, she was the weakest among them— a low-level First-level Wizard, and it was difficult for her to advance.

With such abilities, it was difficult for her to become a teacher at Deep Blue Castle, but fortunately, she had a good head on her shoulders and handled matters logically and efficiently. Therefore, she became an assistant to the vice dean of Deep Blue Castle, directly responsible to Vice Dean Adolf Siger.

At this moment, she walked up the stairs to the fifth floor of the Stone Tower and knocked on a brownish-red wooden door.

Behind the wooden door was the office of Vice Dean Adolf Siger, where she now had a situation to report.

However, after knocking for quite a while with no response, Linda blinked, slightly puzzled.

Was Vice Dean Siger not in?

Although this thought crossed her mind, considering the complexity of the matter she had to report, Linda tentatively pushed the door open, then paused in surprise.

Inside was a large office, divided into an outer and a more private inner rest area.

Having entered, Linda saw Vice Dean Adolf Siger sitting behind a dark red wooden desk in the outer office, looking down at the documents on the table.

"De...Dean Siger, are you there?!" Linda called out, slightly surprised and then somewhat uneasy, thinking she should have knocked a few more times. freewebnoveℓ.com

Siger appeared to be in his forties with a sharp-featured face, rarely smiling. Coupled with the power of a Third-level Wizard, he exuded an intangible pressure.

At that moment, he was dressed in a gray robe and sitting down, either pretending or too engrossed in the documents; he seemed completely unaware of Linda’s words and continued to scrutinize the documents.

Linda nervously swallowed, uncertain how to proceed. Hesitating for a moment, she finally decided to relay the information, "Vice Dean Siger, um... people from White Stone Tower have already been here for quite some days, demanding to see either you or Dean Logan. Although I’ve made up many reasons to have them wait, they seem to be getting quite agitated, especially that man in white clothes. He seems rather odd, giving off a very dangerous vibe. What do you think... shall we meet with them?"

Linda finished speaking and looked at Siger, waiting for an answer.

Siger, however, did not respond, continuing to examine the documents on his table for a long time without moving.

Linda’s eyelashes fluttered, feeling something was odd. She cautiously approached Siger while calling out, "Vice Dean Siger, are you alright? Vice Dean Siger, you..."

Just as she was half a meter away from the desk, Linda abruptly stopped, feeling as if she had collided with an invisible air wall.

With a "whoosh," Siger, who had been sitting behind the desk, suddenly vanished, and before Linda could grasp what was happening, weird sounds emerged from the room inside the office.

Huh?

Linda turned her head, and a gust of wind swept through the room, blurring her vision; Vice Dean Siger appeared before her.

At this moment, Vice Dean Siger’s expression was clearly displeased as he stared at Linda, demanding, "What are you doing?!"

"I..." Linda, slightly panicked, hurriedly explained, "Vice Dean Siger, I wanted to report some matters regarding White Stone Tower. Seeing you immersed in the documents and not hearing me, I approached a few steps closer, and then..."

However, Linda was cut off as Siger asked, "Is that all, have you noticed anything else, or heard some conversations?"

"No—no," Linda hastily shook her head, speaking frankly. Although she found Vice Dean Siger’s behavior strange and suspected secrets were hidden in the inner room of the office, she had no desire to probe. After all, as just an assistant, it was best to finish her designated tasks well. Knowing too much about things she shouldn’t posed both trouble and danger.

Listening to Linda’s words, Siger watched her intently as if confirming the truth. After a moment, his expression slightly softened, and he waved his hand, saying, "Alright, you can go now."

"Uh, yes," Linda responded and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something and said, "Right, Dean Siger, the people from White Stone Tower are getting quite unhappy, having waited so many days. Do you think... shouldn’t we meet with them?"

"I will handle it," Siger said.

"Uh, okay, then I’ll be going," Linda replied, not wanting to say more. Turning around, she started to leave.

But just as she took a step, she felt like she had bumped into something; looking closer, she discovered it was a tall man in a black robe. He had appeared out of nowhere, standing close to her body, staring at her expressionlessly, as if looking at a dead thing.

Linda froze, then horrifically realized that the man’s hand was inserted into her chest cavity.

This!

Only then did Linda sluggishly realize the pain spreading explosively through her body, convulsing a few times before her vision darkened, and she lost consciousness.

"Thump!"

Linda’s body fell to the ground, motionless.

The Black Robed Man, who had suddenly appeared, waved his hand, and Linda’s body vanished without a trace, leaving the room spotless of blood and odor as if nothing had ever happened.

Siger, who had witnessed the entire process, frowned slightly, gazing at the Black Robed Man, "You shouldn’t have killed her. She barged in while we were talking but clearly knew nothing. Moreover, she was smart and knew her limits; she wouldn’t dig into matters beyond her duty. I could have handled it; your intervention only complicates matters."

The Black Robed Man blinked, responding to Siger, "Perhaps you’re right, but in my view, dead people are the safest, never able to spill secrets. In fact, this is for your own good. After all, the matters we discussed are no trivial matter; we can’t afford any risks."

"Hmph," Siger snorted, showing slight displeasure, "That doesn’t mean you can just kill anyone, especially someone under my command. Next time you take action against my people, you better have my permission, or don’t blame me for turning against you."

The Black Robed Man shrugged. "Talking about turning against each other now seems a bit premature, doesn’t it? We might as well wait until our plans are nearly complete before turning on each other; that would be more reasonable."

With these words, the gazes of the two collided mid-air, sparking a brief but intense clash.

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