Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 347 -63: Easy Solution

The Minister, upon hearing Richard’s words, couldn’t help but show an awkward expression on his face.

The situation had become what it was all because they had mistaken a Rune. If the Farret inside the sarcophagus were still alive, then all of them would probably not escape accountability.

The wrath of a Three Rings Wizard, it was something these lesser wizards likely could not bear.

The Minister looked at the sarcophagus and a bold idea suddenly surged in his mind.

Why not let the Farret inside this sarcophagus die completely?

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Magic Array on the ground, which they had been attempting to repair for years. Over the years, although they could not repair the Array, they had the ability to ruin it.

Thinking thus, the Minister’s gaze suddenly turned fierce.

In a moment, an entire implementation plan popped into his mind.

The only problem was, he needed to make sure whether the removal of their “Curse” required Farret to still be alive.

“Master, why do you want to break the Sealing?” the Minister asked, “Could it be that the Curse on us was cast by Master Farret?”

Richard glanced at the Minister, his small movements just now had not escaped Richard’s eyes.

“Not exactly, it’s just that the condition of Master Farret is not so good. If he stays in this sarcophagus, he might turn into a monster, half Flesh, half nightmare.

No, to put it precisely, this Master might already have turned into a monster, but there’s a slight chance he’s still alive.”

“I see,” the Minister slightly relaxed, relieved that the removal of the Curse did not require Farret to be alive.

Moreover, Richard’s words brought him another piece of good news: killing Farret might not require his own hands.

“Master is truly just and kind, but Master Farret is after all a Three Rings Wizard, and the monster he has become is probably not so easy to deal with.

We have studied this ground Array for years, and while we cannot repair it, it should be possible to use it to assist you, Master, in slaying the monster.”

Hearing this, Richard felt somewhat contemptuous.

The kind of person who messes things up and thinks not about taking responsibility but about escaping it is despicable anywhere.

However, at the moment his interests aligned with the Minister’s, and he did not show this emotion openly.

Richard said righteously, “Very well, then Minister, go quickly and get your team.

I will prepare here. With each minute we delay, there’s a higher chance of Master Farret’s death.”

The Minister also promptly responded, “Very well, Master, I’ll go now. But don’t rush to break the Sealing, although we are not strong, we might still be of some help.”

Richard nodded, his contempt growing deeper.

They really want Farret dead.

Richard believed that regardless of whether Farret in the sarcophagus was dead or alive, the Minister and the remaining members of the Wizard Department would ensure he was thoroughly dead.

This was a decision that only benefitted the Dreamwalker Club and didn’t harm them, and wizards always seek benefit and avoid harm.

Yet he wasn’t someone fixated on morals; for such matters, he naturally turned a blind eye.

The Minister soon left the basement, and Richard began wandering in the Wizard Tower.

It was evident that Farret, the Three Rings Wizard named, was a Soul Wizard.

Because nearly all the brain organs of various Flush creatures were displayed outside his laboratory.

Apart from Soul Wizards, few others would have such an affinity for brain specimens.

Some of these thinking organs were simply immersed in preservative liquid, while others had something like electrode patches inserted, continuously transmitting brain data.

When Richard reached the laboratory door, he picked up a piece of draft paper on the ground. The contents of the draft revealed the research direction of this Soul Wizard—Dreams.

Researching “Dreams,” his purpose in entering the Nightmare World to steal the body of the Nightmare Lord became clear.

He wanted to study the Dream Rules; he wanted to advance further and become a Great Wizard!

But unfortunately, it all ended in vain. The path to truth is paved with the carcasses of Seekers.

After waiting for about half of the day, the members of the Dreamwalker Club finally arrived.

Richard glanced, and there were more than twenty wizards, most of whom were One Ring Wizards.

Richard wasted no time and handed a large Soul Contract to the Minister. This kind of large Soul Contract allowed multiple targets to sign at once.

When Richard initially subdued New World Island, most of the Fire Lizards signed this kind of contract.

At that time, Richard couldn’t afford the price of thousands of Soul Contracts.

After clarifying the terms, he announced, “Sign this, and I will solve the problem you all carry.

In fact, if this group of wizards had not been misled into believing they were cursed, with the situation in the Wizard World, they could have removed the nightmare rules afflicting them with just a hundred or two Magic Essence.

After all, they were merely infected with a touch of the nightmare rules—not truly attacked by them.

The wizards looked at Richard incredulously.

That’s it?

Some wizards began to meditate on the spot; shortly after, a wizard emerged from his meditation, his face twisted into a manic grin.

“It’s gone, it’s gone! The curse has disappeared!”

Those wizards who hadn’t rested or meditated for over two hundred years, now shed tears of relief.

After more than two hundred years, they could finally rest.

Richard coughed twice, “Gentlemen, don’t get too excited yet, there’s still an unresolved issue.”

Upon hearing this, the wizards froze.

Indeed, there was still a significant problem unresolved.

Richard addressed the wizards:

“Gentlemen, I just checked the situation inside the sarcophagus, and it seems that Master Farret has mostly turned into a monster.

For the sake of allowing this master to rest in peace, I’ve decided to break the seal and kill the monster.

I hope you can bear witness for me so that when the Judicial Department’s Law Enforcement Wizards investigate, I can explain.”

The wizards nodded after hearing this; they had already discussed their strategy on the way here.

Farret had to die no matter what.

Even if he hadn’t turned into a monster, they planned to use an Array to kill him anyways.

None of them wanted to face the wrath of a Three Rings Wizard.

Seeing the wizards agree, Richard strode toward the basement.

Taking extra precautions, Richard also took a Crystal Ball to record the entire process. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Upon reaching the sarcophagus, Richard started inspecting the sealing and began deciphering it.

Sealing Skill often appeared soft on the outside but was tough inside. It was challenging to open from the inside, but somewhat easier from the outside.

While Richard was deciphering the seal, the wizards of the Dreamwalker Club began to meditate, leaving only a few Second Ring Wizards altering the Magic Array on the floor.

Richard did not interfere; he simply recorded everything silently.

After half a month, Richard had thoroughly researched the seal, gaining significant insights into the Sealing Skill.

Although it took a long time, it perfectly suited the Club Wizards, who were determined to see Farret dead.

“Get ready, gentlemen, I am about to break the seal,” Richard called to the wizards behind him.

The Club wizards emerged from their meditation, drew their Magic Wands, and began casting psychic defense spells on each other.

Once they were prepared, Richard tapped the seal lightly with his Secret Silver Wand, and the seal began to fluctuate visibly.

Although Richard’s move seemed simple, it was like using a minimal force to move a heavy weight—a technique only possible with Richard’s thorough understanding of the sealing.

Soon, the seal began to collapse, releasing an indescribable aura of terror from the sarcophagus.

Under this terrifying aura, all wizards present, except Richard, fell into a horrific hallucination.

Only under Ulysses’ protection did Richard remain clear-headed.

“This Nightmare Lord still possesses such formidable pressure after being drained for so many years; he is truly no ordinary foe,” Richard couldn’t help remarking.

However, Ulysses scoffed, “It wasn’t simple before it was dissected, but now it’s just a shell.”

As he spoke, the seal completely broke. The sarcophagus crumbled silently into dust instantaneously.

A twisted spherical shape, continuously emanating nightmare rules and seemingly made of numerous human bodies jumbled together, slowly floated out of the sarcophagus.

The moment it appeared, a mind-corroding power burst forth from its body, instantly breaching the defenses of the Wizard Tower and spreading outward.

Within its corroding range, all wizards below the rank of Three Rings fell into a deep sleep, trapped in nightmares.

Richard’s expression changed slightly, “Let’s deal with it quickly, it wouldn’t be good to attract the Judicial Department’s Law Enforcement Wizards.”

“Understood!”

Ulysses cackled and reached out a Crow Claw toward the meat ball, which grew rapidly in midair, soon swelling large enough to grasp the meat ball.

The meat ball, seemingly unaware of Ulysses, did not dodge.

The Crow Claw successfully gripped the meat ball, shrunk it continuously until it was the size of a baby’s fist, and then Ulysses swallowed it.

Richard stared blankly at the scene; was it that easy?

“Don’t look so shocked. Like I said, it’s just a shell,” Ulysses explained, “Apart from its imposing aura, it’s only the rules that are somewhat noteworthy.

But these rules are only effective against One Ring and Second Ring Wizards who have not mastered their own rules; basically, it’s just bullying the weak, nothing but a paper tiger.

Even without my protection, at most you’d have been stifled by its pressure; its rules couldn’t do anything to you.”

Richard rubbed his face, taken aback by the terror of the twisted meat ball and the almost ludicrous resolution.

Once his expression settled, he took a deep breath and smiled at Ulysses:

“Don’t be modest, you deserved the credit this time. When we go back, I’ll check the Slave Trading Company for some Fire Lizards for you to try. How about that?”

“Ah! That sounds good!”