Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 600 - 598: The Eve of the Conference

Again.

Richard is staying in the Stone Building, which has four floors, and is currently in one of its rather dirty and messy rooms.

Wizard Teddy is lying on the bed, tossing and turning like a worm in discomfort.

"Shush!"

After a long while, Wizard Teddy couldn’t stand it any longer and sat up in bed. He massaged his neck, shoulders, and arms, grimacing and grinding his teeth.

"Damn Richard, I treated you as a friend, but you used me like livestock! Even though we were working on the same task, those kids had it easier, yet you worked me to death. Even for a wizard, this is going too far! You gave me so many Crystal Coins and potions, but I’m not someone you can easily buy with these vulgar things. Once this exchange meeting is over and I’m back at the gathering place, we need to have a serious talk."

Wizard Teddy grumbled, feeling really uncomfortable. He slid out of bed, walked to the bedside, opened a suitcase, and took out a Glass Tube.

The Glass Tube contained a light red potion. Wizard Teddy looked at it for a while, hesitant, but ultimately uncorked it and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking it, Wizard Teddy felt a warmth throughout his body, and his fatigue vanished significantly.

"Not bad, not bad at all," he clicked his tongue in appreciation. "So this potion is really effective. If I had known, I would’ve used it earlier. Looks like I need to ask Richard for more when I get the chance."

Having said that, Teddy was about to return to bed to continue sleeping, that’s when someone knocked on the door.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Who is it?"

"Teddy, it’s me, Ezra."

"Ezra?" Teddy’s eyes flashed at the sound, and he swiftly walked to the door, which creaked open to reveal a roughly 1.6-meter-tall wizard standing outside.

The person was a member of Jungle Hut, but not from Dark Forest Gathering Place nor Green Wind Gathering Place, but from another gathering place called ’Blue Lake’ deep within Witch Forest.

They knew each other from when Teddy was still a Wizard Apprentice, and their relationship was pretty good, but they had parted ways after both became wizards. They kept in touch occasionally, and it was unexpected that Ezra had come to this exchange meeting and found him.

"It’s you!" Teddy saw Ezra and was pleasantly surprised. He quickly invited, "Come in, take a seat."

"No, no, you come out," Ezra said with a smile.

"What’s up?" Teddy asked, puzzled.

"A bunch of us found a place in Deep Blue Castle to gather, and you’re the last one we need," Ezra explained.

"Only me missing? Who else is there?"

"Tuck, Hall, Gena, Dalci, Fanlunden," Ezra quickly listed a bunch of names. "They’re all from the same batch that joined Jungle Hut back then."

"Right." Ezra suddenly remembered something, her eyes flashing with a teasing look, "I forgot to remind you, Grace will be there."

"Grace?" Teddy looked bewildered.

"Don’t pretend!" Ezra playfully punched Teddy’s chest, "We all know you liked her back in the day."

"Nonsense!" Teddy glared.

"Okay, okay, let’s say I’m talking nonsense, but there’s no problem in seeing her, right? It’s a rare opportunity to get together during this exchange meeting and share experiences," Ezra said. "You can’t say you don’t want to go. If you don’t want to go, just admit you really liked Grace and are embarrassed!"

"I—" Teddy was at a loss for words and after a moment of helplessness, waved his hand, "I’m scared of you!"

After saying that, he stepped out the door and left the Stone Building with Ezra.

...

On the third floor of the Stone Building.

Richard was standing by the window, watching Teddy leave the Stone Building with someone else. His gaze then drifted towards the rest of Deep Blue Castle, where many corners were bustling with activity.

Over the past few days, as Richard led Gro and his group diligently excavating, more and more Wizard Organizations rushed to the Deep Blue Castle, causing a surge in its population.

On the eve of the conference, nearly all who could arrive had done so. A rough estimate suggested that about 35% to 45% of the Wizards from the East Coast had gathered here. This event was unprecedented, several levels more significant compared to the previous East Coast gathering held at White Stone Tower.

This also led to a situation where many Wizards knew each other but rarely had the opportunity to meet. Now, with the conference approaching, it was a rare chance to connect and bond.

So, in these days, the atmosphere in the Deep Blue Castle grew livelier. Everyone was in high spirits, without a trace of tension. Who could tell that the matter up for discussion threatened the whole East Coast?

In a sense, this also revealed the mindset of most Wizards.

In the eyes of most Wizards, whatever crazy Wizard Organization White Stone Tower spoke of may exist, but it was evidently overstated. They participated in the conference just to give face to White Stone Tower and the Deep Blue Castle and to go through the motions. They truly didn’t feel any urgency about the situation.

After all, the number of Wizards on the East Coast was countless, and among them hid many "monsters" of exaggerated strength. If any organization really wanted to challenge the entire East Coast and try to revive something like the Black Spirit Empire, it would be utterly suicidal.

Therefore, it had to be a joke, a mistake. There was no need to worry!

Richard, however, had a completely different view.

He had seen with his own eyes the destruction of White Stone City by a meteor, and he didn’t think White Stone Tower’s warnings were fabricated or exaggerated.

But believing was one thing, and caring was another.

To him, whatever happened with White Stone Tower didn’t matter, and whether some crazy Wizard Organization challenged the whole East Coast also didn’t concern him.

His sense of responsibility and justice was never that strong, and he didn’t feel qualified to be some sort of savior. So, he didn’t want to bother with these matters. At the moment, all he cared about was unlocking the ultimate secret of the Black Spirit King, understanding the once-vanished history, and clarifying a segment of the whole world.

Now, the suspicious locations in Yadisi Village had been narrowed down by nearly half. Once the conference ended, he planned to stay here another ten days or so, which should be enough to find it.

Then, he would unearth the final treasure of the Black Spirit King and clear up everything.

And after clearing up everything, he could take Pandora and leave the East Coast far behind, avoiding all troubles and focusing solely on his research.

Thinking this, Richard stood by the window, looking out at the night and muttered, "The conference should... not have any problems, right? Hmm, I hope not."

...

"I hope there won’t be any problems with the conference tomorrow."

A similar sentiment was expressed by another person in the night.

In one corner of the Deep Blue Castle, someone sat on the edge at the top of a high Stone Tower. His legs dangled in the air off the wall, his body upright, wearing a white shirt and holding a large bowl of orange marmalade.

"Sloosh, gulp!"

He shoved a big spoonful of marmalade into his mouth and swallowed forcefully. Macbeth frowned.

"The taste isn’t very good. It seems there is indeed a problem with making it myself. I really have no Talent for this," he sighed. "Once the conference is over, I’ll find time to properly learn cooking. After all, I won’t live much longer, and I should treat my taste buds better."

Macbeth spoke as he held the bowl of marmalade and looked towards the rest of the Deep Blue Castle. He watched the merry corners, the deserted corners, the bright corners, the dark corners.

After staring for a long time, Macbeth slowly said, "I really hope nothing goes wrong with the conference tomorrow, or else it will be such a headache. After all, every time this body fights, it shortens the corresponding part of my lifespan. I still want to live longer and eat more marmalade."

"Cough cough!" Macbeth suddenly coughed lightly, his face becoming frighteningly pale.

After the coughing ceased, Macbeth’s face was tense, as if enduring some pain.

Moments later, his expression relaxed as if the pain had eased, and then he laughed at himself, "Heh, what am I doing, worrying by myself for nothing? Nearly half of the East Coast’s Wizards are gathered at the Deep Blue Castle now. What could go wrong? Even if it did, it’s not something I could stop. Besides, White Stone Tower is not solely my responsibility, right? Why should I worry for no reason? Sigh, I’m out of here, time to sleep."

After saying this, Macbeth shook his head and suddenly leaped down from the Stone Tower. He fell freely for about half the tower’s height, then smoothly glided like a bird, blending into the night and disappearing.

...

The night was serene. Many people were busy with their varied tasks and thoughts, but truly, few actually believed the conference would encounter any problems.

And under such circumstances, the final arrangements for some plans were stealthily underway.

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