Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 584 - 582: You Have a Script, I Have One Too

Speaking, Richard applied force with his hand, and the broken Stone Cone immediately pulverized into dust. Then with a twist of his hand, without any evident casting of a spell, the dust transformed into a neatly shaped stone block.

"You—what—" Wan An stared at the stone block in Richard’s hand, dumbfounded, unable to grasp what Richard really wanted to say.

"Do you know," Richard began, speaking slowly to Wan An, "from the beginning, I had considered that I might be exposed. Even without you, someone else would become suspicious of my identity over time. Once suspicions arose, it would become difficult for me to maintain my charade.

The identity I’ve disguised myself with is that of Guluo’s student. Yet Guluo has died, unable to vouch for my identity. Therefore, once questioned, I would struggle to respond. Conversely, looking at it from another angle, if I wanted to solidify my identity, then Guluo must die, and it had to be in an acceptable manner known to all."

Richard paused, then asked aloud, "So what should that manner be?"

Without waiting for Phil or Wan An to respond, Richard answered his question, "The most viable option would be... a spy attack."

A spy attack!

Hearing Richard’s words, Phil shuddered while Wan An’s eyes widened in shock. Understanding something, he looked at Richard, "You’re thinking of..."

"Right, that’s exactly what I’m thinking," Richard nodded, not waiting for Wan An to finish his sentence, he continued, "For this to work, I needed someone to cooperate. That’s why I’ve ignored many things you did against me until now, allowing you to proceed."

"Now that you’ve accused me of being a spy and made all these arrangements, you must have tried to convince many people to do a number of irrational things. For example, having people guard outside the gathering place and stopping anyone who tries to leave surreptitiously. These people, despite their doubts, trusted you and followed through. There’s no problem there, but once my identity is really exposed, they will all believe you were prepared for this.

But imagine this: I kill you all and then position your corpses alongside Guluo’s, staging the scene to look like you attacked Guluo and both perished together. How about that?

At that time, the sole survivor—me—will tell the others that you were the spies, attempting to assassinate Guluo. Do you think the people you arranged will still firmly believe in your innocence?

Or, in their eyes, your previous odd behavior indeed had ulterior motives. You arranged for them to be outside the gathering place precisely to create a chance for the assassination.

Of course, there will be people who firmly believe you were innocent, that you were framed. but the dead can’t defend themselves. On the other hand, at the right moment, I could place something special in your dwellings, and then it would all be over."

Wan An listened, his face turning pale and body trembling; he looked at Richard as if seeing a demon. In the end, though, he still clung to a sliver of hope and gritted his teeth, "Even after all you’ve said, I still don’t believe you could do it. Let’s not talk about anything else; just the crime scene—do you really think your staging would be perfect, that no one would see through it? There are many formidable people at this gathering site. Don’t underestimate them!"

"Of course I won’t underestimate them; on the contrary, I value them highly. A simple arrangement indeed could be seen through easily. But what if a scene isn’t simply set but rather, made to look simple? In other words, if the scene is cleaned up, wiped of any existence, and devoid of clues, then how could there be any flaws?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" asked Wan An loudly, a sudden intense unease rising in his heart.

Richard didn’t provide an explanation, merely stating, "It means nothing. However, having said this much, there should be enough time."

With that, Richard looked in the direction of the secret room he had emerged from and called out, "Pandora, are you done packing?"

"Just finished packing everything away in Eden," Pandora’s voice sounded, carrying the Space Handbag as she walked out towards Richard, complaining as she walked, "Why didn’t you move the stuff to Eden earlier, instead of waiting until now?"

Richard shrugged, "I didn’t want it to be this way, but things happened so suddenly."

"Ugh—" Pandora pouted, not saying anything more, and approached Richard to set down the Space Handbag before diving into it.

Phil: "..."

Wan An: "..."

Richard paid no heed to the stunned gazes of Phil and Wan An. With a wave of his hand, the huge suitcase disappeared into thin air, tucked away within the Space Iron Ring.

Phil: "..."

Wan An: "..."

Phil and Wan An were left completely dumbfounded. After their shock subsided, Phil suddenly had a moment of clarity: if Richard could reveal so many astonishing things to him without any apprehension, then his fate seemed to be sealed.

Sealed indeed!

Phil clenched his fist in unwillingness; his hand stealthily reached for a pendant at his throat. But in the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his hand as a needle pricked him, followed by a "bang," and half of his arm vanished.

This!

First, Phil was stunned, then his face turned pale, and he let out a scream, collapsing to the ground as he sharply inhaled from the pain.

Richard glanced at Phil and spoke slowly, "Wizard Phil, we may not be friends, but we are quite familiar with each other. To be honest, I don’t wish to harm you, but you also shouldn’t harbor too many cunning plans. Be cooperative, and at least you will suffer less pain before you die."

"I..."

After speaking, Richard didn’t bother with Phil anymore. With a flip of his hand, he took out a Metallic Ball—a Magic Cube he had obtained in the Black Stone Graveyard. Holding the Metallic Ball, Richard’s lips moved silently, and an Energy Film appeared, enveloping the Metallic Ball.

Richard placed the prepared Metallic Ball gently on the ground and gave Phil and Wan An one final look, "Alright, gentlemen, farewell."

With those words, his body flashed, and he quickly left the underground space.

As soon as Richard had left, Wan An immediately turned to Phil, urgently pleading, "Wizard Phil, take me with you! That kid must have more traps; we can’t stay here."

"There’s no need to tell me; I’m aware." Phil shouted back with his other hand covering the wound, quickly rushing toward the exit, completely ignoring Wan An—for Phil couldn’t care less if that unreliable guy died.

However, just as he was about to reach the exit, he heard a loud explosion. He turned his head to see the Metallic Ball Richard had left on the ground, its Energy Film rupturing, causing an explosion with no small force.

"But it should still be bearable." Phil thought to himself, preparing to cast a Shield, ready to forcefully escape the place. As long as he could get away, as long as he could survive, losing half an arm didn’t seem so bad.

While he thought this, there came a second explosion.

Huh?

Confused, Phil turned his head to see the Metallic Ball on the ground suddenly splitting open, and in the next instant, a flash of white light consumed the entire world.

The white light was silent; the world quieted down, surrounded by calm. He felt warmth all over his body as his consciousness began to blur and fade away.

In his final moments, he heard a thunderous rumbling and a sound like a howling gale.

Where was this thunder coming from? What wind was this?

Phil wondered, then lost all consciousness.

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