Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 548 - 546: White Sorcerer?
Chapter 548: Chapter 546: White Sorcerer?
The owner of the tower seemed to know they were coming. Just as the group arrived, the tower door opened slowly from the inside out. Before the people appeared, a cheerful voice emanated from within.
“Such esteemed guests, welcome, welcome.”
“It’s been quite some time since a fellow practitioner has come. Allow me to introduce myself, I am the White Sorcerer, Caspar.”
As the group exchanged bewildered looks, the person inside made his appearance, walking out from the door with an easy grace. He was dressed in a white, fitting sorcerer robe, looking so young and handsome.
Phoebe was stunned.
Because he looked so much like the King of Green Thunder in his youth, in appearance and aura, they were almost identical.
“Listen, you can call yourself whatever you want, but please, do not use the name Caspar,” Phoebe regained her composure and pointed out rather impolitely.
“You are mistaken.”
“What?”
“This is not a self-proclaimed title, my name actually is Caspar.” The man spoke with utmost sincerity, his words easily convincing.
“You dare—–” Phoebe felt affronted.
She wanted to scold him further, but Hardy stopped her. It wasn’t hard for those around to see that Phoebe’s emotions were fluctuating greatly, clearly under some unknowing influence.
This Spiritual Body claiming to be the ‘White Sorcerer’ was indeed extraordinary.
From his aura, it was also recognizable that he was the target their group was searching for.
However, this target was too normal, so normal that he didn’t seem like a Spiritual Body at all but rather a human sorcerer—and a young one at that, who appeared to be greatly connected to the King of Green Thunder.
This was totally unexpected by the group.
“Please, come inside!”
Caspar, disregarding Phoebe’s rudeness, invited them in again.
“We’d rather not enter, White Sorcerer Caspar. Could we ask you to come with us instead?” Hardy declined the invitation forthrightly and made a request.
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“Go outside?”
Caspar’s eyes shone with longing, but he shook his head helplessly: “Sorry, at the moment, I cannot leave this place.”
“You must come with us.” Phoebe interjected from the side.
“I cannot.”
Seeing her so unreasonable, Caspar’s face lost its earlier warmth.
Just then, a figure suddenly burst onto the scene, throwing out a strange chain that wrapped around Caspar with unerring accuracy.
Wrapped, and caught squarely.
This sudden turn of events left Caspar standing there, dumbfounded.
“Heh heh, my apologies.”
The figure that emerged was naturally Locke. He hadn’t expected things to proceed so smoothly; managing to take the lead in front of four Arcane Wizards, he couldn’t suppress the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Well done!” Phoebe exclaimed.
She was aware of the peculiar nature of this chain. Of all the Spiritual Bodies that had been entwined by it, not one had managed to escape successfully.
There was another person who was also very pleased, the brightness in their eyes growing more intense.
“What are you so happy about?” Phoebe frowned upon seeing this because the person rejoicing was the unexpected Caspar.
“I can leave now, I am free to go.” Caspar came to his senses and, as if thinking of something, urged them: “We must leave quickly, any delay might bring unforeseen changes—look! Quick, let’s go!”
However, before he could finish speaking, a series of crackling noises sounded, originating from the tower near them.
The tower was showing clear cracks, looking as if it was about to disintegrate on its own.
“Let’s go!”
“We’re telling you, there’s an even more formidable fellow inside. We’d better leave the valley before he comes out, otherwise things are going to get very troublesome.”
The situation had changed, and Ivan and his companions wisely chose to distance themselves.
At that moment, Caspar hardly seemed like a captive, still urging them to hurry out of the valley.
“What’s going on?” Seeing his seemingly surrendered demeanor, Hardy didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly.
“I’ve told you, you all have to protect me,” Caspar said.
“Of course, we were also thinking of asking you to come with us,” Hardy nodded.
“You all saw. I am a sorcerer full of wisdom. Naturally, I do not wish to associate with people who are like wild beasts. Therefore, at the moment of my birth, I devised a stratagem. I was born before him and also suppressed him in the sorcerer tower.
However, this approach has a downside. I myself cannot stray far from here, but luckily, with the chain of this brother, truly a fine chain indeed.”
Caspar, unquestioning, briefly explained his situation.
His explanation was vague, but the few Arcane Wizards present also understood. This fellow had an unusual heritage, apparently managing to separate and split from another entity on his own accord.
“Which of you two is stronger?”
“Didn’t I tell you? He’s stronger than me. It’s a shame you’re sorcerers, yet you can’t see that I never wanted those violent powers. I don’t want to become a wild beast.”
As they talked, they had already passed through the now chaotic town, coming to the mouth of the valley.
Upon reaching the entrance of the valley, they stopped their escape.
“What’s the matter? Let’s get going!”
“The problem isn’t solved, we can’t leave just yet.”
“What do you mean it isn’t solved? You aren’t thinking of inviting that guy to come with you, are you? I advise you to drop that idea; he’s difficult to communicate with.”
Caspar protested, but no one was willing to listen.
Ivan and his companions were there to resolve the issue. Caspar seemed like just an accomplice; the main issue was still in that tower. With the matter unresolved, they couldn’t just walk away.
“Boom!”
At that moment, the tower collapsed completely.
But its pieces didn’t scatter; they seemed to be captured by someone, merging into their own power. A figure with skin as dark as a demon’s appeared in place of the tower.
This demonic figure grew taller and taller, swiftly transforming into a giant over a hundred meters tall, standing on the side of the mountain and looking down at everything in front of him.
The tremendous presence enveloped the mountains, compressing the air until it felt solid.
“See, I told you this guy is trouble. I said we should get out of here fast,” Caspar muttered resentfully.
His words seemed to be heard by the giant demon opposite them. Its red-lantern-like eyes stared back, causing Caspar to involuntarily shrink his neck.
In fact, if one disregarded the differences in size and demeanor, he and the giant demon shared the same face.
Clearly, Caspar was an anomaly. The giant demon was the true Spiritual Body, with an aura much more volatile than that of an ordinary Spiritual Body.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a ‘wild beast.’
“You all promised to protect me; I don’t want to become part of that fellow,” Caspar reminded, recalling the earlier promise.
“Don’t worry, with us here, no one can touch you.”
“That’s good.”
He felt much more at ease hearing Hardy’s words.
What he didn’t know was that Hardy had secretly transmitted a message to the others, instructing them to be exceptionally careful. The Spiritual Body they faced was, in terms of sheer size, far beyond the Level 4 category.
Furthermore, this was its territory, deep in an ancient battlefield. One misstep could lead to a disastrous outcome.
