Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 345 -61: Dragon King Egg

Beneath the altar, a half-human-high giant egg quietly lay in a metal box crafted through Giant Dragon Alchemy.

This dragon egg was golden all over, its shell adorned with slowly flowing dark golden patterns; though countless years had passed, the egg still possessed a faint vital force.

Moreover, a rich fragrance wafted from the egg, making Richard involuntarily swallow his saliva.

Such a fragrant egg.

Bruto introduced the egg to Richard, “Sir, this is the offspring of a Dragon King from ancient times. Back then, our tribe of Magic Dwarves served a Six-headed Dragon King, but later, the Wizards overthrew the Dragon’s throne, and this Dragon King was slain by them.

Before his death, he entrusted this dragon egg to us, hoping we would hatch it when the time was right.

However, after the wizards overthrew the dragons, we became servants of the wizards. At that time, many dragons were still hiding in the Wizard World, and the wizards treated the remaining dragons with nothing but slaughter, which made our ancestors delay their plans to hatch the egg.

Later, when wars broke out among the wizards, our tribe lost many things during the conflict, including the knowledge of how to hatch this dragon egg.”

Bruto took the dragon egg out of the box and placed it in front of Richard.

“Sir, the High Priest instructed me to hand this dragon egg over to you. He believes that in your hands, perhaps it can still be hatched.

As for what to do after hatching, whether to make it a Magic Pet or a specimen, that will be up to you.”

Richard looked at the dragon egg before him and felt somewhat troubled.

He was conflicted about whether to eat the dragon egg or to hatch it.

Richard’s body told him that if he ate this dragon egg, it would surely trigger a tremendous transformation. Yet, the offspring of a Dragon King, if kept as a Magic Pet, the benefits might not be less than a transformation.

Bruto said nothing more; his task was already complete. Whatever Richard decided to do next, it no longer concerned him.

In the end, Richard abandoned the idea of devouring the giant egg for transformation and instead gathered the egg along with its containing box.

When he touched the box, the Miracle Furnace transmitted a message.

[Ingredient: Dragon Egg Preservation Box]

[Extractable Information: Static Field Tree Pattern]

[Extraction Consumption: 30 Spiritual Power]

[Extractable Skill: Giant Dragon Alchemy (incomplete)]

[Extraction Consumption: 20 Spiritual Power]

“Not bad, there’s an unexpected gain,” Richard thought with silent joy.

After securing the egg and box, Richard followed Bruto out of the mine.

Outside the mine, the Magic Dwarves were cutting down trees and building wooden huts.

Richard didn’t plan to make this group of Magic Dwarves his vassals; first of all, there were too few of them, and thirty was not an adequate number regardless of their capabilities.

Secondly, these Magic Dwarves had no special skills or abilities that Richard needed.

The basic Alchemy of the Magic Dwarves was of no help to Richard, and their ability to locate mineral veins was useless to him.

Lastly, this group of Magic Dwarves also had their beliefs, eliminating whatever use they could have had last.

Thus, Richard abandoned the thought of making these Magic Dwarves his vassals and instead chose to let them multiply and thrive on their own in the Wizard World.

Richard could sense that the big shots in the Truth Council were always scheming to restore the environment of the Wizard World.

The Magic Dwarves of the Mirror World would eventually return to the Wizard World.

If these Magic Dwarves could lay down roots in the Wizard World in advance, it would benefit their return.

Before leaving, Richard instructed, “If you need anything, go purchase it from the nearby Human Kingdom, but I advise against mining.

The entire Wizard World’s veins have been sealed by the Truth Council, and unlicensed mining would get you inspected by the Wizards of the Judicial Department.”

“Sir, what if we want to read books?” Bruto suddenly asked.

“Books?” Richard said surprisingly, “Reading is a good habit.

If it’s apprentice-level knowledge, that’s fine; you can seek help from nearby Wizard Academies. But for more advanced knowledge, you’ll have to exchange for it yourselves.

If you truly want to read books, then properly increase the number of your tribe. Once your numbers reach a certain scale, you can go to the Tower of Truth and contact the Nine Star Chamber of Commerce to get in touch with me.

Then, I can introduce you to join in Plane Wars to earn commissions.

However, be forewarned, Plane Wars are incredibly brutal, even Wizards commonly perish, so make sure you are mentally prepared before you decide.”

Bruto remained silent, quietly taking out a notebook to record Richard’s words.

After recording, he gave Richard a Wizard’s Salute.

“Sir, your kindness to us is as grand as the mountains; the Magic Dwarves will forever remember your grace.”

Richard smiled and walked away, leaving Bruto standing there, quietly watching Richard’s figure shrink until he disappeared.

…

Upon returning to the One Ring Tower of Truth, Richard began inquiring about the Dreamwalker Club.

He remembered that the club president had once told him the club’s address, but after more than two hundred years and a Soul Darkness encounter, Richard had completely forgotten it.

Therefore, he had no choice but to start asking around by name.

After extensive inquiries, Richard finally confirmed that the Dreamwalker Club was not in this Tower of Truth.

This made him a bit disheartened.

After spending half a year in the Tower of Truth and spending hundreds of Magic Essence only to find out that the club wasn’t there, anyone would feel a bit down.

However, Richard didn’t stay disheartened for long, as the Nine Star Chamber of Commerce’s inter-domain trade was about to begin.

Following the caravan, Richard set out once again, this time aiming for the Second Ring Tower of Truth, planning to pass through seven worlds, expecting the journey to take two and a half years.

“I have to say, interworld trade is a very enlightening activity.”

After these two trips, Richard not only witnessed the unique landscape of the Four Elements Plane, from sky islands to mountain ranges to the endless vast sea, but he also learned about many unique rules of these worlds.

From the Aurora World filled with skies illuminated by auroras, to the Hurricane World where the fierce winds never ceased, to the reversed world of life and death, where death was the beginning.

These unique world rules left Richard exclaiming with disbelief.

In the endless Star Realm, amidst the vast Star Sea, any absurd world could be born.

Two and a half years later, the trading caravan successfully arrived at the Second Ring Tower of Truth.

Richard bade farewell to the chamber of commerce manager and began to inquire about the Dreamwalker Club within the Tower of Truth.

“You mentioned the Dreamwalker Club?”

In the tavern, the bartender was polishing glasses behind the counter. In front, clad in a black robe with a silver mask, Richard placed a piece of Magic Essence on the counter.

Taverns, common places used to gather information in the fantasy worlds.

In the Wizard World, taverns served a similar purpose.

In this era of pioneering, war caused a significant number of wizards to have psychological issues, issues that, although not considered diseases, made them feel very uncomfortable.

Thus, they too needed a channel for release.

And a tavern, a place nearly every wizard had heard of during their mortal phase, became just such a channel.

Under the stimulation of good liquor, wizards could loudly share their experiences, boast of their exploits, and vent their frustrations and bitterness.

Such a great place, it would be a waste not to engage in the business of information.

“Have you heard of it?” Richard retorted.

“I indeed have,” the bartender said indifferently, “For ten pieces of Magic Essence, I’ll tell you their address.”

Richard didn’t say more, and instantly pulled out another nine pieces of Magic Essence from his pocket.

The bartender accepted the Magic Essence and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“The headquarters of this group are on Residence Level Twelve, at number 362.”

Having gotten the address, Richard didn’t linger, standing up immediately and leaving the tavern.

Just as he was about to exit the tavern, the bartender’s voice suddenly rang out in his ear.

“Friend, a word of advice, stay away from that group of wizards.”

Richard turned back.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s nothing specific; I just heard that some wizards joined them and then went insane.”

Richard frowned slightly, wanting to delve deeper into the issue, but the bartender shook his head at him.

“I just heard it, I don’t know the details.”

Richard slightly bowed in gratitude then quickly left the tavern.

…

Residence Level Twelve.

Richard flew through the sky, unhurried, as the bartender’s advice echoed in his mind over and over.

Wizards turning into madmen wasn’t unusual in the Wizard World.

The wizard’s thirst for truth often drove them to explore many unknowns. Underneath the veil of the worlds, too many things could destroy a wizard’s sanity.

However, what the Dreamwalker Club was studying wasn’t some indescribable thing.

According to what Richard had once encountered with the Pyramid Nightmare Lord, at least before the great wizard war erupted, wizards had extensively explored the Nightmare Wizard World.

The rituals they left behind should also be problem-free.

But if technical issues were ruled out, what remained was the possibility that they had stirred up some major trouble in the Nightmare World.

“Ah, what a trouble.”

Soon, Richard found the 362nd Wizard Tower that the bartender had mentioned.

This Wizard Tower was quite standard, much like Richard’s own Black Tower, with the only difference being an additional two floors.

But from the first glance at this Wizard Tower, he sensed something was off.

The Wizard Tower exuded an aura of “nightmare” from inside out.

“Ulysses, what do you think of this Wizard Tower?” Richard asked the black raven on his shoulder.

“This Wizard Tower?” Ulysses opened his eyes and yawned lightly.

“Let me see.”

A glint flashed in Ulysses’s eyes. The whole Wizard Tower, in his view, emitted a strange aura.

As a World Master, Ulysses wasn’t fooled by appearances; he immediately saw that these strange auras were the result of the Nightmare Rules “evaporating.”

“Interesting,” Ulysses said with interest, “This Wizard Tower seems like it was moved out from the Nightmare World, its whole structure is ‘evaporating’ the Nightmare Rules from inside out.

This is highly unusual.”

“Is it dangerous?” Richard asked urgently.

“Caw, I’m not quite sure,”

Ulysses looked at the Wizard Tower, his tone uncertain, but after surveying the surrounding area, his tone suddenly became assertive.

“This is the Tower of Truth, isn’t it? Go in boldly, this is your wizards’ stronghold; what waves can something from the Nightmare World possibly make here.”