MTL - Weird Wizarding World-Chapter 354 All are ants

  Chapter 354 All are ants

  As Eggberger's voice fell, the surrounding light shields also dissipated.

  The second-tier wizards flew up without much hesitation.

   Atbold said to Colin, then turned around and flew behind Eggberg.

Whizzing!

  Like swallows flying away from the nest, all the wizards flew out of the school under the leadership of Eggberg.

   Only Colin and the others stayed in place in a daze.

   This is obviously a secret operation, it came quietly, and it was as fast as lightning!

  Colin turned his head and watched the figures of Eggberg and others gradually go away. The city of Neustadt was still peaceful at the moment.

  The morning sun is warm and warm, making people not want to move. The snow on the eaves and tree branches is as white and quiet as cotton.

  The wizards around are whispering to each other, but the small voice is more peaceful... as if the eve of the approaching storm.

  Colin stood there for a while, exhaled lightly, and walked towards the General Affairs Castle.

   He can't leave the school's residence until tomorrow. He can't get involved in the outside affairs, and it's useless to think too much. It's better to go to confirm the completion of the task according to the plan.

  …

   Shua!

   At one point, the Huapei block.

   Eggberg and his party suddenly appeared at the top of the central tower.

   Without any extra movement, he swung the brown scepter.

  With the assistance of the other third-tier wizards nearby, a crimson **** light suddenly burst from the top of the scepter, spreading rapidly in circles, covering the entire Huapei block in the blink of an eye.

  A moment later, Eggberg's eagle-like sharp eyes clearly reflected a few suspicious red rays of light.

   "Crush 'em!"

   Shua!

   Swish Swish Swish!

   All the wizards fell mercilessly like raindrops, and they dispersed tacitly to rush towards the red light!

   And this scene also happened in other places in Neustadt.

   Even... in the remaining nine wizard cities!

   Meredith City.

  Witting School, in a gray and black spire.

  Eriel was looking out the window with a worried expression on her face. The crackling sounds of witchcraft, human roars, and cries of pain kept pouring in like a tide.

   "Don't worry." The mature-looking senior sister Poli touched her head and comforted her calmly, "As a third-tier wizard, the mentor will definitely be fine in this operation."

   "I'm not worried about my mentor." Ariel glanced at Poli and said softly, "I'm just thinking, after tonight, how many people will die..."

  Polly was silent for a moment, then said, "Wars are always like this."

  …

   "I see him! Up ahead!"

"catch him!"

   "No, he is a cardinal-level believer?!"

  Boom!

  The explosion happened suddenly, dazzling light and heat swept around.

   "No, quickly ask the high-ranking wizard for support!" The wizard on the side shouted in shock.

   "...God bless us!" At the center of the explosion, a middle-aged man dressed as a peddler straightened his back, took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

  His voice was like a stone falling into a pond, causing ripples.

   "God bless us!" One after another echoes came from the city of Neustadt, like a cold tide spreading slowly, making people feel trembling.

"Humph!"

  However, at the next moment, a mighty cold hum sounded like a bell, suppressing the fanatical shouts of all the believers in the blink of an eye.

   "In the city of Neustadt, are you still delusional?"

  Boom!

  In the Castle of General Affairs, Colin stabilized his body, the black iron chandelier inlaid with bright crystals on the ceiling creaked and shook, and the pen holder on the desk in front of him fell over with a bang.

   "It's an amazing movement." The wizard on duty absently straightened the pen holder and murmured while looking outside.

  Colin didn’t answer, he turned his head and looked out the window, feeling a little curious like a cat scratching in his heart,

  It's a pity that these wizards below the second level are not allowed to leave the Tin Holy School at this moment.

   "Your Excellency Colin, your mission has been confirmed.

  Magic stones and school points have also been entered into badges for you. There are a total of 8,000 magic stones and 200 school points. You can go to the lobby on the first floor to check and confirm. "

  The wizard on duty withdrew his gaze, collected himself, and handed the school badge to Colin again.

   "Okay, thank you." Colin nodded slightly.

  Boom!

  The sense of shock struck again, Colin firmly grasped the badge of the school, got up and walked quickly to the window facing the outside of the school's residence.

  The wizard on duty also came out from behind the counter and came to the window.

  The blue sky is vast, the gauze-like sunlight spreads a layer of gold powder on the white snow, the gray and black houses are row upon row, and some of them are faintly visible with curling black smoke and some of them are shining brightly...

  The investigation of the wizards is still going on, and so is the battle.

  Looking at this posture, the city of Neustadt is going to clean up all the places this time.

  Colin's conjecture is not wrong.

   It wasn't until the orange sunset sank into the horizon that the sounds of the battles in Neustadt finally subsided and gradually returned to tranquility.

   A few hours later, in the middle of the night, a wizard came slowly and informed Colin and others that they could leave the school.

  Out of the school, there are empty streets under the black sky.

  In the darkness of night, the red light of flames could be seen in some parts of the city. Some wizards were flying around in midair, probably doing the aftermath.

  This battle is like a summer rainstorm, coming and going in a hurry.

   Looking away, Colin walked quickly towards the house.

  It is inconvenient in the school, but today's daily meditation has not been completed.

  …

   "Rep. Noyce, this is a big victory, and you deserve the first credit!"

  In the magnificent White Stone Hall, which is unknown where, a short celebration banquet is being held.

  Noyce smiled, raised the crystal wine glass in his hand, and took a sip self-confidently.

  The wizards next to him sent compliments one after another, but Noyce's expression became calmer, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he drank the fine wine in his hand without hesitation.

  He is a well-deserved genius, deserves these praises, and deserves them.

   In the main seat at the front of the hall are six wizards. They are surrounded by mysterious brilliance and cannot see their faces clearly.

  One of the white brilliance wizards suddenly spoke slowly: "This operation, Noyce should indeed be the first to score 100,000 council points and a reward."

  As soon as his voice came out, the audience was silent, and the guests who were talking and laughing all closed their mouths and listened seriously.

   Even Noyce was slightly stern, and put down his wine glass.

  The wizard with white brilliance looked at Noyce, and continued to ask, "Have you decided what reward you want?"

   "I want to know the full version of that manuscript, as well as its author, and I also want to know who its author is?" Noyce replied without thinking.

  The six radiant wizards were silent for a moment before slowly answering:

"Can."

   "After the banquet is over, you will stay alone and come to me to receive the reward."

   "Okay." Noyce stroked his chest and saluted, "Thank you, Supreme Councilors."

   "Congratulations, Your Excellency, you have won another 100,000 points. You are indeed the Noyce of the Tate family!"

  The banquet continued. Noyce in the crowd had a decent smile on his face, and gracefully dealt with the crowd around him.

   Every move is free and easy and noble. Born in the Tate family, he has long been able to handle such social interactions with ease.

  However, compared to these boring social interactions.

  Noyce wants to know more about the manuscript that inspired him to successfully improve the crimson marking technique, what the full version looks like, and who is the author of the manuscript?

  Swapping cups and changing dishes, as the banquet progressed, Noyce looked at the smiling wizards beside him, with perfect politeness on his face, but he always felt bored in his heart.

  ‘Perhaps I was too anxious to see the follow-up to that manuscript…’ he thought to himself.

   But he couldn't lie to himself, he just disliked such a banquet.

   Every time they are full of unnutritious politeness and compliments... Although the lifespan of a wizard is long, it is not such a waste!

   And to be honest, this is just a small victory, and the parliament is celebrating like this... Noyce is not happy in his heart.

  He just came from the city of Neustadt, and the horrors of the battle there are still vivid in his mind...

  It's a pity...Noyce looked at the six supreme councilors on the stage, and took another sip of wine.

   It's a pity that these are not things he can decide.

  The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the cold silver light sprinkles into the hall, and the banquet is finally over.

  The group of noble wizards bid farewell to each other politely, and left the palace high above the sky, their figures disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

  In the grand hall, only Noyce and the six mysterious figures sitting at the top were left.

  Noyce raised his head and walked towards them.

  The six wizards are shrouded in mysterious brilliance, and more layered figures can be vaguely seen from it.

  In fact, even Noyce, he never knew whether there were only six supreme councilors in the Supreme Council, or there were more councilors.

  嗡—

   There seemed to be a flash of starlight, and then an memory crystal appeared in front of Noyce.

   "This is the complete version of that manuscript." The wizard shrouded in white brilliance said lightly, "As for who wrote the manuscript, you will know after reading it."

  Noyce looked slightly happy, and saluted the Supreme Councilor in front of him, then closed his eyes and began to check the contents of the crystal.

  The six supreme councilors sat on six parallel seats, motionless, like wax statues of gods and Buddhas.

   Not long after, Noyce finished reading the crystal with a dazed expression on his face.

  He looked up at the Supreme Councilor in front of him in a daze, and said in a shy voice after a long while:

   "I am not the only one responsible for today. Since Sylvester wrote the manuscript, why not invite him? He deserves this honor."

  The six supreme councilors remained silent, as if they hadn't heard Noyce's question.

   "Just because... he is a half-blood wizard of the True Knowledge Society?" Noyce's tone gradually became colder.

   "Pay attention to your attitude, Noyce." The calm voice fell.

  Noyce raised his head slightly, with deep disappointment in his eyes.

  The brilliance behind the Supreme Councilor shook.

   In a trance, a new figure suddenly stepped out, revealing a face somewhat similar to Noyce's.

   "Noyce!"

   "Grandfather..." Noyce was stunned.

  The figure of the Supreme Councilor of the Six Paths gradually disappeared.

   Only grandparents and grandchildren remained in the magnificent hall.

  Grandpa frowned and looked at Noyce, his face sullen, and after a while, he suddenly sighed and comforted:

   "You are no worse than Sylvester, what he can do, you can do the same, but you lack some inspiration, why be depressed?"

  Noyce lowered his head, seemingly obedient, but in his heart he only felt that this comfort was extremely unpleasant and made him sick.

  Noyce is of course confident that he is no worse than Sylvester.

   Not only in witchcraft, but even in wizard cultivation, he thinks he is better than Sylvester!

  It’s just the manuscript of Sylvester who inspired the improvement of the Crimson Mark technique. Its complete version is clearly only a layer of window paper from the successful improvement of the Crimson Mark technique!

  Although he only looked at a few key points selected by the Supreme Councilor in the first half, most of the work on improving the crimson marking technique was done independently.

  But it can't deny the help of Sylvester's manuscript.

  If there is no Sylvester's manuscript, he wants to wait until the inspiration arrives, and he doesn't know when it will be!

  Noyce's face was ugly. He could accept that others improved the Crimson Mark technique before himself, and he could accept that he could study the Crimson Mark technique together with others, as long as the others were capable enough, such as Sylvester.

  —Although the council didn't allow itself to communicate with this hybrid who didn't join the family too much.

   But he couldn't accept such a situation... What is the difference between such a self and plagiarism?

  Noyce couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart. He knew that Sylvester would accept some witchcraft research commissions from the outside world.

   Sylvester may not even know that this is the crimson mark technique...

   After all, although it is to improve the crimson mark technique, it does not mean to overthrow it completely.

   Judging from the manuscript, Sylvester was only given the core problem to solve, just like improving a mobile phone, but only gave him the chip.

  Sylvester probably doesn't know what kind of mobile phone this "chip" will be used in the end, and it may not even be on a mobile phone...

   And Noyce's final improved version is also somewhat different from Sylvester's manuscript. Maybe Sylvester will not suspect that he has been plagiarized after knowing the new Crimson Mark technique...

  Noyce's pride made him feel even more uncomfortable, and the praise from the previous banquet seemed to turn into ridicule at this moment.

   "No one will know, Noyce, you will carry forward the prestige of our pure-blood family once again with praise."

  Grandfather raised his hand to caress the top of Noyce's head, and comforted him again.

  Noyce listened to the words of this man who was also called Noyce, but felt strange in his heart.

   "Why?" He lowered his head and whispered.

   "Are you asking why you are looking for Sylvester?" Grandfather Noyce asked back, and then replied:

   "Of course it is to speed up the progress and save time!"

   "In fact, apart from Sylvester, there are wizards in the Witchcraft Research Association and high-level leaders of our pure-blood family who are working with you to overcome the difficulty of the crimson mark technique... It is difficult to support it alone, and you can't do it behind closed doors."

  Noyce was silent for a while, and said:

   "In the face of the great enemy of the gods, why do we still have the view of mixed blood and pure blood? Let go of the spread of knowledge, and wizards will be more powerful."

  Grandfather Noyce's face gradually became calm, and after a while, he said lightly:

   "You're still too young, Noyce."

   "Resources are limited, the only consequence of letting go of knowledge dissemination can only be the dispersion of resources, and every top wizard needs a lot of resources."

   "The results of wars with gods have never been controlled by ordinary people, low-level wizards, or even you."

  Noyce raised his head slowly, another slightly older Noyce gave him an indifferent look, and continued:

   "You have to understand that whether it's the spies of the gods or the war in the southern seas, it's not worth mentioning."

   "Ten thousand ordinary people are not as good as an official wizard... Whether it is you, me, or those ordinary people and ordinary wizards, no matter how many of them there are, they are just ants in front of the real gods."

  "Ants may kill an elephant, but they can't help it."

  Noyce looked dazed.

  Grandfather smiled, turned around, looked at the six gorgeous seats in front of him, and continued:

   "Don't worry, this has been the case for tens of thousands of years."

   "Wizards will eventually win the war against the gods, and the pure-blood family will continue to stand at the top of all living beings, accepting the supply of living beings' resources, and cultivating more supreme councilors."

   "Only in this way, and only in this way, can the wizard civilization last forever!"

  (end of this chapter)