Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 76 - : Ceremony

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Ceremony

Mr. Nicolo was a well-known wealthy merchant in Gael City, mainly dealing in the grain business, handling one-tenth of the city’s grain supply, and was indeed a rich man.

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This wealthy man had no particular hobbies, except for some normal fun, his most time-consuming interest was in studying witchcraft.

This witchcraft was not the kind the Wizard Academy taught, which was proper Spells. Instead, these witchcrafts were filled with all sorts of absurd and unrestrained elements, nine out of ten were fake, and the remaining one was some incomplete witchcraft left behind.

To put how perplexing this hobby was into perspective, it was like a patient ignoring modern medicine and instead seeking out some folk remedies to treat their illness.

But Mr. Nicolo remained endlessly enthusiastic, even somewhat obsessed.

An unknown secret chamber.

“Pastor, the police have started investigating us.”

The short and stout Nicolo knelt on the ground, in front of him, a mysterious figure in a black robe was praying to an altar.

“What have they discovered?” the mysterious person’s voice sounded strange, as if many voices were mixed together.

The language he spoke was not the Wizard Language; Nicolo had never heard this language before, but he still understood what was being said.

“Pastor, our sacrifices are likely to have been exposed.”

“What?”

A formidable pressure suddenly burst from the mysterious person as Nicolo knelt before him, making Nicolo feel that he was not facing a human, but a Demon God who had been sealed.

“What should we do, my Lord?” Nicolo said, trembling.

“What to do?” the mysterious person paused, “Gather the believers tonight, we can no longer delay the sacrifice, we must hasten the arrival of our Lord.”

“Yes, my Lord, I will get on it immediately.”

After Nicolo left, the mysterious person returned to his previous position, a wave of mental fluctuation emanated from within him.

“My Lord, tonight is the day you break free from shackles and descend upon this world.”

On the altar, a tiny Space Rift flickered in and out of visibility.

…

Under the arrangements of the police and the City Lord Mansion, Richard successfully obtained a new identity—a Wandering Knight craving power.

Using this identity, Richard blended into various taverns to solidify his persona and successfully made contact with the followers of the Crimson Lord, becoming one of them.

In the tavern, Richard habitually drank heavily to perfect his image. But soon, a person in red found him.

“Richard, there is a sacrifice at the Church tonight,” the person in red whispered into Richard’s ear.

“A sacrifice?” Richard pretended to be excited, “Does that mean I might receive the Crimson Lord’s blessing?”

The person in red frowned and gestured for Richard to keep his voice down.

“Of course, each sacrifice brings blessings from the Crimson Lord.”

“How lucky I am then!”

Internally, the person in red thought Richard was a fool to believe such things.

The Crimson Lord’s blessing was not so easily bestowed, and even if it was, it certainly wouldn’t be for a fool like him.

However, the person in red did not express these thoughts, instead feigning envy:

“You really are lucky, to have joined just in time for a sacrifice.”

After conveying the message, the person in red left the tavern, while Richard’s excited expression gradually morphed into a sneer.

“Having wasted so much time, I’ve finally caught the mastermind.”

Without staying much longer, Richard immediately contacted Spencer to prepare for the evacuation of the civilians.

A crazy Wizard might act without regard for the lives of civilians, but Richard couldn’t. The Academy’s mission had a requirement—to minimize civilian casualties.

“73 Ninth Street? Alright, my Lord, I will prepare immediately,” Spencer’s voice came from the Crystal Ball.

“This Crystal Ball was specially prepared by Richard for this mission at the Wizard Academy. Its function is to transmit sound within five hundred meters, essentially a low-grade version of a telephone.

However, this gadget also had an advantage—it had almost no Magic Fluctuations, so Richard was not afraid of his voice transmission being detected by mad wizards.

“Don’t prepare too early, be careful of information leakage,” Richard instructed.

“Don’t worry, Wizard Sir, I can handle such a small matter,” the apprentice replied.

At night, Richard, cloaked and wearing worn leather armor, carrying his Great Sword, arrived at the gathering place.

The gatekeeper, after confirming Richard’s identity, let him in.

From the outside, the gathering place looked no different from a normal residence, but beneath it was a huge underground hall.

The entire hall could accommodate hundreds of members, with torches and oil lamps hanging from the walls.

In the center of the hall was a black stone altar, covered in strange patterns.

Normally, those attending the gathering would pray toward this altar.

This underground hall had several tunnels connected to it, but unfortunately, Richard never had the chance to explore where these tunnels led.

The underground hall’s Believers kept increasing in number, and soon there were hundreds gathered.

These people wore masks and cloaks, making the entire hall resemble a masquerade ball.

Soon, everyone had arrived.

As the guards closed the entrance to the underground hall, a figure clad in black emerged from the shadows and floated to the center of the hall.

“Good evening, faithful Believers of the Blood Red Lord,”

“Pastor,” the crowd bowed in unison toward the figure in black.

“I believe you must be curious why I’m rushing the sacrifice, given that it’s been less than half a year since our last one.”

The voice of the figure in black suddenly became more forceful.

“Today, I received an oracle from our master, the great Blood Red Lord.

He said the time has come, the time to descend upon mankind and bring us a great cleansing.”

Upon hearing this news, the whole hall’s Believers grew excited.

Fanatics were somewhat like star chasers—unquestionably thrilled at the prospect of soon seeing their idol.

But Richard, standing in a corner, let out a cold laugh.

If it weren’t for the multitude of people here and the risk of being ambushed by spells from the Undead School, he would have liked to kill this ridiculous charlatan right away.

An Advanced Apprentice playing the role of a prophet in a mortal city, really disgracing the face of all Wizard Apprentices.

If only he had a bit of a mad scientist’s charisma, even a little bit, Richard wouldn’t underestimate him.

But this charlatan really lacked it completely.

“Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!…”

It started with someone, and soon the whole hall’s Believers were chanting ‘sacrifice,’ which greatly irritated Richard.

Damn it, believing in a god in a world with wizards—what on earth were these people thinking!

The figure in black opened his arms toward the Believers, his words growing fervent:

“Brothers and sisters, our heaven is about to descend, our Lord will establish an Earthly Divine Country on this land. In the Divine Country, there will be no poverty, no pain, no sickness, no death, we will revel in joy until the end of time!”

At the same moment, a secret mental invasion suddenly touched Richard’s mind.

The figure in black in the sky suddenly shuddered, his gaze instantly turning toward the corner of the hall.

“Who are you!”

Richard let out a breath and stepped forward, sword in hand.

“The one to kill you.”

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