The Bizarre Wizarding World-Chapter 720 - 442 Magic Tower

In the center of the pool, the Magic Flower stood silently, its face expressionless.

Such remodeled life forms, if soulless before the transformation, essentially remain soulless after the transformation.

But if there was a soul before the remodeling, whether it remains afterward depends on the specific case.

Colin speculated that the Magic Flower might belong to the latter category, having naturally born a soul, and guessed its current stupefaction was the result of later witchcraft modifications.

It was unclear whether it was merely fettered or its independent consciousness had been obliterated.

"Lord Feron bids one million Magic Stones, does anyone offer higher?"

The auction continued, and the price quickly soared to a million Magic Stones.

Colin noticed that Andy, who was by his side, had remained silent, merely observing quietly.

"Your Lordship is not bidding?"

Andy glanced at him, slightly surprised, then shook his head.

"This Magic Flower has, at best, the strength of a First Rank Advanced Wizard and is just a puppet; paying over a million Magic Stones wouldn’t be cost-effective—why buy it?"

"I see." Colin nodded, paused, and then asked,

"You seem to know quite a bit about the Magic Flower..."

"What would you like to ask?" Andy raised an eyebrow, evidently intrigued.

Not holding back, Colin asked directly, "What was this Magic Flower’s original form before transformation?"

"It was always a Magic Flower." Andy smiled. "You must be visiting Pansai City for the first time."

"That’s correct." Colin replied calmly.

"No wonder." Andy nodded, his appreciation for the composed Colin growing.

"This so-called Magic Flower is actually a type of Magic Plant unique to the Pansai region, usually born where flowers bloom densest and vitality bursts forth."

"Though humanoid, they are mostly ugly in appearance and ferocious in nature..."

"That means they initially had their own consciousness; what about after the transformation?" Colin pursued.

"Yes, after the transformation, they lose their independent consciousness," Andy nodded, assessing Colin with a few glances.

The wizard before him, who asked such questions, seemed not as simple as he had imagined, and even now, appeared quite mysterious.

Colin continued to chat with Andy for a while, gaining a deeper understanding of the specific details about the Magic Flower.

Yet, about the deeper principles behind its witchcraft transformation, he remained completely ignorant.

And he couldn’t help but look forward to whether tomorrow’s Miracle Meeting might hold more interesting witchcraft...

As for exploring the underlying principles of the transformation behind the Magic Flower, he was not so eager.

Should fate allow him to know, it would naturally be best, as this might lead to breakthrough insights, further enhancing the Elemental Shadow.

But if not, it didn’t matter.

His primary focus in witchcraft was no longer on Elemental Shadow.

Rather than expending energy on this Second Rank witchcraft, he’d fare better familiarizing himself with the Third Rank witchcraft he had acquired.

Less than half an hour later, the auction finally settled.

A Witch named Mia bought the Magic Flower, with the strength of a First Rank Advanced Wizard, for two million Magic Stones.

As Andy had said, buying a Magic Flower with just First Rank Wizard capabilities for such a price was clearly steep.

Yet in Colin’s view, the price wasn’t so unwarranted considering this Magic Flower was much more special compared to other puppets.

"With three million Magic Stones coming in every three years, Lord Andy, your business is indeed enviable."

At the auction’s end, as wizards rose to leave, a tall, thin Male Wizard approached Andy with a smile.

"It’s just the Family’s contribution, nothing noteworthy." Andy leaned back.

Colin, surprised, glanced at Andy; he hadn’t expected this so-called Magic Flower to belong to the wizard before him—that explained his earlier demeanour.

"What the Family gives to your Lordship, naturally becomes yours." The tall, thin wizard continued his flattering praises,

"The Magic Flower has a fierce nature, prefers to plunder vitality from plants and grasses, and even devours humans. Cultivating it into this form not only requires substantial investment, but each blossoming requires observers to dissolve its emitted emotions..."

"All these are no easy tasks and not just anyone could manage it."

Though the tall, thin wizard’s tone was somewhat flattering, his well-reasoned compliments weren’t superficial but seemed well-considered—Colin thought to himself.

But Andy, hearing this, not only didn’t look pleased but his expression grew colder as he urged:

"Enough, the auction is over, there’s no second Magic Flower, so if you have no business, better leave quickly."

The tall, thin wizard was slightly taken aback.

"Uville, you’re new here, you might not know Andy’s eccentric temper. If you want to befriend him, flattery won’t work."

Another wizard laughed as he spoke, dressed in a magnificent gold-green robe, with two stern-faced guards by his side.

"Lord Andy is famously casual and loves making friends, especially enjoys hanging out with those lowly Half-blood Wizards; see, isn’t the one by his side doing better than you?"

Uville’s face turned sour hearing this, and he forced a stiff smile.

He dared not say more; whether it was Zeru or Andy... both were wizards he couldn’t afford to provoke.

Colin furrowed his brow, finding the situation somewhat amusing.

The conversation had unexpectedly turned in his direction.

Shaking his head without much concern, seeing that the auction had ended and it was getting late, it was time to visit the Supreme Council Hall in Pansai City.

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