Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 422 - 41 The Concept of the Wizard Movie

The entrance to the Duel Arena was a long corridor. Torches stuck on the walls of the corridor, and in the bright firelight, the beast heads on the walls seemed to have souls sealed within them, carrying an indescribable sense of liveliness.

Richard walked through the corridor, wild cheers and screams piercing his ears.

This felt all too familiar to Richard.

Ever since he had moved to the Garon Wizard Academy, he had never again entered the Duel Arena.

Soon, the bright entrance appeared before Richard. After stepping out of the corridor, his clothes fluttered due to the roar of the crowd that washed over him like a tidal wave.

In the arena, a Second Ring Wizard was struggling with a ferocious tiger that looked like a cloud of mist.

The Second Ring Wizard wore specially designed magic equipment that could restrain a wizard’s casting ability and magic power.

Anyone could kill a magic beast with a spell, but what the audience wanted to see was a flesh-and-blood struggle that made their blood surge with anticipation.

The ferocious tiger he was fighting had also been carefully selected.

This tiger had the bloodline of a creature of the Wind Element, which allowed its body to temporarily turn into the Wind Element.

Such ability was not particularly effective against elemental attacks, but it was a supremely slippery advantage against physical ones.

The misty tiger lunged forward, and its body suddenly turned into a cloud of mist in the shape of a tiger, covering half the arena.

From past battles, some wizards had displayed what happened when they entered the mist.

That wizard’s body, in the end, could only be collected with a shovel.

At this moment, the entirety of the Duel Arena was divided into two factions: one side was cheering, their faces drenched in bloodthirst, eagerly anticipating the Second Ring Wizard turning into a mound of flesh.

The other side was somewhat silent, watching the Second Ring Wizard intently, wondering how he would deal with this almost unsolvable situation.

"The script is pretty good."

Standing at the exit of the corridor, Richard calmly said to the person next to him.

Beside him, a wizard with the stature of a black bear stared intently at this unexpected visitor.

As a Three Rings Wizard, he sensed a deadly threat emanating from Richard.

"Friend, I hear you’re looking for me?" the black bear wizard said with caution.

"Are you the branch leader of the Truth Fist Commerce?"

"That’s me."

"Then I am indeed looking for you." Richard extended his right hand toward the black bear wizard, "I’m Richard, I’ve come to retrieve the spell that the headmaster entrusted to you."

The black bear wizard relaxed upon hearing this.

He extended his right hand to shake Richard’s, smiling, "So you’re Master Richard, here I was thinking someone had come to cause trouble.

I’m John, the head of the Truth Fist hub branch."

"Trouble?" Richard raised an eyebrow, "Who would dare cause trouble for you all? Do you need help dealing with it?"

Richard’s tone was casual, but the undeniable aura of deadly intent made John feel quite familiar.

Once upon a time, he had been the same way.

"No need, just some minor conflicts," John said with a smile, "There’s more than one Duel Arena in the city, and we’ve had some minor commercial frictions with other arenas, nothing serious."

With that, John gestured for Richard to come in.

"This isn’t the place to talk, let’s go somewhere else to continue."

...

Underneath the Duel Arena, John led Richard into a very plainly decorated room.

Apart from the usual bookshelves and desks found in a wizard’s room, the remainder was filled with some small dumbbells for training.

Presumably, this room was John’s study.

John walked behind the desk and took out a black scroll from the drawer.

"This thing has been sealed by the Academy’s headmaster, ensuring that nobody has seen it."

Saying so, John tossed the scroll to Richard.

Richard caught it, and as John said, it was covered with a strong sealing. Without the corresponding method to unseal it, even a Great Wizard would have to exert some effort to open it.

"How did you know that we had pre-arranged this?"

John took out a couple of thick cigars from his pocket and offered one to Richard.

Richard shook his head and declined, replying, "The performance wasn’t bad, and it looked great from the audience’s perspective. But such trickery is all style over substance—usual magic beasts would never use such inefficient abilities, unless someone taught them."

John nodded and laughed, "Indeed, it’s fine to fool the laymen, but it won’t get past the experts."

"Your idea is pretty good though," Richard continued, "most wizards in the Wizard World only go to the battlefield once in their lives.

This kind of trickery is enough for them.

You could even make the script more dramatic, or make the spellcasting scenes look more grand. Even..."

"Even what?" John, who was listening with great interest, couldn’t help but ask.

Richard stroked his chin as if contemplating, "What do you think if we recorded the dueling scenes, then added voiceovers and sold them? The tickets to our Duel Arena must be quite expensive, right?"

John was taken aback and replied, "Well... Projection crystal balls aren’t exactly cheap, are they? Besides, as real as the projection crystal ball scenes might be, they are still fake.

Would wizards really..."

"No, no, no," Richard waved his hand, "Wizards can afford Duel Arena tickets; these things aren’t meant for wizards.

It’s not just wizards who live in cities with Teleportation Gates, but also sub-humans, families of Great Wizards, and even Wizard Apprentices who are our target.

Although these individuals don’t have the spending power to afford Duel Arena tickets, their vast numbers completely make up for that.

We could establish a Projection Hall that exclusively plays projections of Duel Arena battles.

Then, with extremely cheap tickets, we could earn their Magic Stones.

Though the projection is fake, it’s still better than nothing.

If we put some effort into it, the projection could even be more thrilling than watching it on-site."

Richard grew more excited as he spoke. Due to the social structure of the Wizard World, virtually no one paid attention to creatures below the rank of wizards.

These overlooked groups are definitely a gold mine.

"Great idea, great idea!"

The more John listened to Richard’s idea, the more feasible it seemed.

Creatures below the rank of wizards also had the desire to consume. Projections practically cost nothing to show; we could definitely go for small profits but quick returns.

Suppose a Projection Hall seats a thousand people, with tickets priced at one Magic Stone each, then one projection would earn a Magic Essence.

And the duration of a Duel could last up to an hour, or even just thirty to forty minutes.

In one day, we could earn at least twenty-four Magic Essences.

If we expand the number of Projection Halls, they could potentially be more profitable than the Duel Arena itself.

Sure, this is under the assumption that every showing is sold out. Reality might not be so ideal.

However, Projection Crystal Balls aren’t expensive, nor are the residences in the lower-class districts, and projecting battles incurs no cost at all.

So this business is definitely all profit and no loss! fгeewebnovёl.com

The more John thought about it, the more viable the plan seemed. He immediately took out a piece of draft paper, ready to make a plan.

But just as he picked up the quill, he stopped.

He looked at Richard, who was still muttering to himself about terms like "movies" and "blockbusters" that he didn’t understand. This idea was Richard’s, and if he wanted to use it, he would certainly need Richard’s approval.

Even though borrowing ideas in the Wizard World did not count as intellectual theft, Richard’s proposal wasn’t just an idea, but an almost complete implementation plan.

In practice, he simply couldn’t avoid Richard’s thoughts.

If he used Richard’s idea without permission, once Richard held him accountable, he would certainly be doomed.

After all, Richard was no outsider.

"Um... Master Richard."

John’s voice brought Richard out of his brainstorming daze, and he looked at John, slightly puzzled, "What’s up, John? Do you have a question?"

John said somewhat nervously, "The Master’s idea, I think it’s very feasible. So I’d like to ask the Master for authorization."

Seeing John a bit ill at ease, Richard immediately realized what was going on and laughed, "I have my own commerce too. You could discuss a collaboration with the person in charge of my commerce. How does that sound?"

Hearing this, John stood up, quickly approached Richard, and extended his right hand earnestly:

"Thank you for your support, Master."

Richard stood up and shook his hand, laughing, "What support? It’s just mutually beneficial."

...

After leaving the Duel Arena, Richard immediately found a public Teleportation Gate and returned to the Wizard World.

The Extreme North was still blanketed in snow.

A mere twenty-five years were not enough to cause any natural changes.

However, Richard vaguely felt that the concentration of Magic Power in the Wizard World’s space had decreased slightly.

But he didn’t take this feeling seriously. If the sky were to fall, there would be a tall one to hold it up. It was for the Truth Wizards and Great Wizards to deal with the mess of the Wizard World.

Back in Extreme North City, due to Richard’s expedition, Ali had returned to the Black Tower Wizard Academy. Therefore, the large Wizard Tower had no signs of life.

This made Richard feel a bit uncomfortable after a long absence.

The Extreme North was a place engulfed by blizzards for more than half the year.

Even for a wizard, living in this place for a long time could cause a feeling of solitude to develop.

This was why so many wizards from the Garon Wizard College chose to live in the Academy’s test zone for long periods instead of establishing Wizard Towers in the Wilderness.

"Maybe...take on another Apprentice?" A thought suddenly flashed across Richard’s mind.

However, he quickly dismissed it.

Taking on an Apprentice was a serious matter; taking one on just because of a bit of loneliness was not ethical, even though many Wizard Apprentices would be more than willing to be taken on unethically by Richard.

"Forget it, better to check out the Ritual Magic that the Headmaster gave me."

Richard went to his laboratory and took out the scroll Garon the Great Wizard had given him.

Before leaving the Green Forest World, Jimmy had told him how to break the seal.

Richard pointed at the seal, and a small beam of Magic Radiance burrowed into it.

In the next instant, the seal broke, and Richard eagerly began to read the scroll’s contents.

"Dimension Space Bubble... that’s interesting."