Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 319 - 36: Secrets of the Magic Dwarf_2

“Savior of our people, welcome to the Gem Palace. I am Abelrich, the High Priest of the Magic Dwarves.”

Richard, not prideful, also respectfully returned the Wizard’s Salute.

The High Priest was not to be underestimated; though his frail appearance suggested a gust of wind could topple him, Richard’s senses told him the priest was as immovable as a mountain, steadfast and unshakeable.

With a gesture from the High Priest, Bruto conscientiously left the hall.

The High Priest turned his gaze toward the Witch Hunting Team behind Richard and slowly spoke, “Your creation is quite exquisite, your Giant Dragon Alchemy is indeed a rarity amongst wizards.”

Richard humbly replied, “It was not solely my achievement; I was only one of its designers.”

After a glance over the Witch Hunting Team, the High Priest’s gaze returned to Richard’s face.

Richard, looking into his eyes, saw purple pupils in which stars seemed to flow.

“Savior, on your way here, you must have encountered a Mutant. What do you think of him?”

“No particular thoughts,” Richard replied calmly, “My magic can handle him, but there are many wizards who could do the same.

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I’m curious as to why your divinations deemed me the savior of your people.”

The High Priest slowly shook his head.

“I do not know. When I was younger, the Magic Dwarves had not yet migrated to this world. At that time, I had seen many wizards.

Honestly speaking, although you are exceptional, savior, you still seem somewhat lesser compared to the great calamity of our people.

Yet, I see many enigmas within you, perhaps these enigmas could help you overcome our people’s great calamity.”

Richard was momentarily at a loss for words.

Divination was indeed like this.

Divination could tell you the outcome, but it would not tell you the reason.

However, one advantage of divination is that once a clear result appears, that result is inevitable.

Whether the outcome is good or bad.

If the High Priest’s divination indeed pointed to Richard, then without a doubt, Richard was destined to be the savior of the Magic Dwarves.

Concerning this phenomenon, wizards had a theory called Schrödinger’s Dog.

Before it’s observed, the future is chaotic and undefined. But once an observer beholds a certain future, that future becomes certain.

The originally chaotic future would then collapse into this certain future.

Of course, this kind of magic akin to the law of causality was highly restricted in its use.

The Diviner could not divine the destiny of those unrelated to himself.

The High Priest could divine the fate of the Magic Dwarves because he was the High Priest of the Magic Dwarves; he had this authority.

However, he could not divine Richard’s fate without Richard’s permission.

“You might as well tell me about the origin of this Mutant; perhaps I happen to have a way to deal with it.”

The High Priest nodded, “Indeed, without understanding the vast wisdom of the Wizard, I should not have been so judgmental.

That was rude of me.”

With that said, the High Priest led Richard to the side of the hall wall and pointed at one of the murals:

“About seven thousand five hundred years ago, the tribe of Magic Dwarves was moved to this world by the great Truth Wizard and began to thrive.”

On the mural, the Magic Dwarves stood in the palm of a Wizard robed in white. Before the Wizard, there was a mirror, likely the World Mirror.

The High Priest slowly walked along the wall, narrating the stories behind these murals for Richard.

“The Truth Wizard didn’t impose any restrictions on us, so we started living in this realm. About a thousand years later, a Dwarf named Bruno was born in the Iron Fist Tribe.

He was very thin at birth, and his parents doubted he would survive the first winter after his birth.

But Bruno survived and became a Dwarf Warrior before fifty, and a Steel Warrior of the Iron Fist Tribe by two hundred.

He was generous, magnanimous, wise—a natural leader of the Dwarves.

Under his leadership, the Iron Fist Tribe grew stronger, and in the following thousand years, conquered most of the Magic Dwarves.

He was the undisputed King of the Magic Dwarves.”

“This Bruno has a problem,” Richard suddenly spoke. “According to the Wizard’s research, the inherent thinness of the Magic Dwarves is a congenital disease. This disease is almost incurable and can only potentially be treated through Physique Evolution by stimulating the Life Core.

Moreover, this treatment is only theoretically feasible, and Magic Dwarves with this disease almost never elevate their physique to forty-nine point nine and break through that barrier.

It’s even less likely for someone to break through in just fifty years.”

The High Priest looked at Richard, his gaze filled with melancholy.

“Yes, thus the great calamity came.”

The High Priest slowly walked up to a mural depicting a blood-red tumor with a typical Wizard Magic Array on it.

The Wizard Magic Array was broken at one corner, and a piece of Flesh escaped from it, turning into a monster.

A Dwarf clad in golden armor led twelve Dwarves wielding Warhammers, fiercely battling the monster.

“This painting is false, the real history is, Bruno, chosen by the Evil. Demon sealed by the great Truth Wizard.

The Evil Demon strengthened his physique and corrupted his mind as he grew.

Although his will was strong, after over a thousand years of corruption, he eventually fell.

He followed the instructions of the Evil Demon, secretly spreading the Flesh Plague, trying to turn the entire tribe of Magic Dwarves into part of the Evil Demon.

He was actually close to succeeding.

But I uncovered his conspiracy at the end, led the remaining twelve Dwarf Warriors to assassinate him, and led the tribe unaffected by the plague to cleanse the Dwarves infected by the plague.”

The High Priest pointed to the Evil Demon the golden-armored Dwarf was fighting against.

“This is actually Bruno, the King of Magic Dwarves we currently worship.”