Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 635 - 633: The Not-So-Simple Conference

Cessi turned her head and looked downstairs, frowning slightly but saying nothing, then she walked down the stairs and opened the door.

After exchanging a few words with the person outside, Cessi closed the door, went back upstairs, her expression thoughtful and her eyes filled with concern.

"What’s the matter, Teacher?" Heidi asked.

"Yes, Teacher, what happened?" Narlyd also asked, "Who was it that came, and what did they say to you?"

Cessi’s lips were tightly pressed together, and it was a while before she looked at Heidi and Narlyd and said, "The person who came was Master Russell, who talked quite a bit with me. The key point was to have me participate in this conclave."

"But you said you weren’t planning on getting involved, didn’t you?"

"That’s exactly the problem," Cessi said slowly, "I had already discussed this with Master Russell before, and she had agreed. Now she’s gone back on her word..."

"Sigh—"

Cessi let out a breath and said to Heidi and Narlyd, "It seems the conclave, as well as the affairs following it, are more complicated than I imagined. Since Master Russell has spoken, I must participate, given that I live in the Gathering Place and am a part of it."

"What about us two?" Heidi and Narlyd asked softly, not very cheerfully, but more anxiously. After all, Cessi had already told them that this exchange conclave was not simple, and now Cessi was compelled to participate, which made them even more aware of this fact.

Cessi thought for a moment and said, "Don’t worry for now. Just keep to yourselves these days and don’t stir up trouble. The specific arrangements, we will talk about after the conclave is over. After all, we still don’t know what this Joint Retribution Exchange Conclave will be like."

"Alright," Heidi and Narlyd obediently nodded their heads.

...

In the blink of an eye, three days later.

The Witch Forest, Jungle Hut Green Wind Gathering Place, the Joint Retribution Exchange Conclave was held as scheduled.

The venue was set up in the largest conference hall in the Green Wind Gathering Place, which, although not comparable to the hall in Deep Blue Castle, could accommodate more than two hundred people. However, not all wizards were eligible to participate, only the more prestigious members of each Wizard Organization were able to fit inside.

Within the venue, numerous seats were arranged in a semicircle. At the center of the semicircle was a wooden platform, designed for people to ascend and speak.

At that moment, Richard sat in a corner of the audience, squinting around the room, pausing a little longer on a few wizards from other organizations who were quite imposing.

Before coming here, he had already learned the identities of these individuals from Eva, and each one was no ordinary figure.

For example, there was a man over sixty years old, wearing a long gray robe adorned with dead branch patterns, his hair and beard a greenish gray as if he had contracted a virus. He was Andrew, the "Voodoo Heart" of Rotten Swamp.

He had earned this name because he was extremely skilled at Shaping Energy of the Water Element Acid Branch Magic. Acid Branch Magic was a relatively niche kind of magic, and aside from common spells like Strong Acid Arrow and Strong Acid Bomb, few people specialized in it. However, he had studied it for decades, reaching a terrifying level.

It was said he could use his spells to turn an entire small town’s inhabitants into skeletons within a very short time, which was certainly cause for concern. To research stronger Acid Branch Magic and allow his body to withstand its corrosive effects, he had modified his body, and the color of his hair and beard was a result of that transformation.

Besides him, there was an even older man who appeared nearly seventy years old but was likely over a century in age. He wore a long black robe with a Flames pattern and his expression was blank, but his gaze was intimidating. His eyes seemed to burn with ghostly flames, and few dared to meet his gaze directly. He was Triss, the "Source of Resentment Curse" from Black Evil Castle.

His story was rather legendary. In his first twenty years with Black Evil Castle, he accomplished little, holding just a minor First-level Wizard position and barely obtained the status of an Intern Teacher, disdained by many students.

But one day, as if he had an epiphany, he made rapid advancements in spell research and continually broke through Wizard Levels. In the end, even the leader of Black Evil Castle was no match for him. However, he expressed a sole interest in magic research with no desire for power, so for decades he’d lived alone in a gloomy Stone Tower.

As a result, the leaders of Black Evil Castle had changed several times, but his status remained unshaken and even grew more revered, with any request he made being granted.

The third person was relatively younger, looking about forty but his exact age was unknown. He was dressed in a white robe adorned with a human face pattern, and despite being a man, his hair was longer than that of most women, hanging down almost to the ground.

His face was deathly pale, the kind of pallor of a body soaked in water for many days. His skin constantly seemed to seep Water Drops, making his entire person seem drenched as if he’d just been pulled from water, impossible to dry. Ordinary people could feel the incessant moisture emanating from him from several meters away. He was Gall, the "Water Spirit" of White Mist City.

He was the former leader of White Mist City, a master of Water Magic, incredibly powerful. The current leader was his disciple, also strong, but lacking in authority and often in resolve. Thus, many affairs were still overseen by him.

The fourth was a woman, a mature woman in her thirties with a curvaceous figure, voluptuous like a ripe peach that drew the eyes irresistibly. Yet, she also exuded a cold aura, giving off a vibe of "admire from afar, do not desecrate."

Dressed in a robe with a rose pattern, she was Aphrodite from Rose City, known as the "Golden Rose"—the kind with thorns that could kill.

The fifth was an old man in a skull-patterned cyan robe, stooping and incredibly thin, practically skin and bones. His eyes were sunken deep, looking as though they might fall out at any moment, resembling a living Skeleton. He was Huo Mu, the "Killing Bone" of Death Valley.

His title stemmed from his never-leaving Magic Wand. The wand was about thirty centimeters long, the standard length for a Short Wand, but made not of Wood or metal but of a human Bone. Yes, a human thigh bone, specially processed and etched with numerous black magical runes, giving off a sense of mystery and evil.

It was rumored that with just this bone wand and a particular Spell, he could cause any target to perish within days without a trace, undetectable and with no known counter.

Furthermore, there were...

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