Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 75 - Cult

Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Cult

“City Lord Spencer, we can skip the pleasantries. I would like to know the specifics,” Richard found a chair to sit down in and went straight to the point.

“Very well, Wizard sir. Three months ago, the local police station received a report from a woman who claimed that her parents had gone missing three days prior and their whereabouts remained unknown. The police officers investigated but initially found nothing unusual. However, during their inquiries, they unexpectedly discovered several vacant houses in the woman’s neighborhood.

Since the Wizard stationed here had instructed us to report any large-scale disappearances, the officers reported this matter up the chain, and I relayed the message to the Wizard.”

“So then?” Richard frowned, “Did you conduct a thorough investigation?”

“Ha-ha… well… uh…” Spencer laughed nervously, inwardly remarking that they wouldn’t dare to probe into a case involving a Wizard on their own.

Richard sighed, seeing that this task was going to be a bit troublesome.

“Do you have any records of the officers’ investigation into the disappearances?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” the City Lord Spencer quickly replied.

“Bring the records to me and take me to meet the Wizard stationed here.”

…

The dwelling of the stationed Wizard was not far from the mansion, and Richard followed Spencer for a few hundred meters before arriving at the place.

It was a small house, with a front garden that was overgrown with weeds due to neglect. Apart from that, the house seemed no different from an ordinary residence.

“Sir, I will prepare the records for you, and when you meet the Wizard… may I…” Spencer inquired.

Richard waved his hand, “Go ahead, you’re busy.”

Spencer, relieved, bowed slightly to Richard and quickly walked away.

Richard approached and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

“No one home?”

Richard furrowed his brow, then revealed a hint of magic fluctuation.

That got a response.

Creak!

An old man with skin as rough as tree bark opened the door.

“A Wizard Apprentice from the Academy?”

Richard nodded, “Indeed.”

“Then come in.”

Upon entering, Richard immediately smelled a strong, sour stench. The living room was littered with trash, and the sofa was covered with dirty clothes.

“Don’t mind it. I’m just an old man. No one comes by, and I haven’t cleaned up,” the old man said as he fetched a kettle from the kitchen and poured Richard a glass of water.

“You… don’t conduct any research?” Richard asked, unable to help himself.

In this house, Richard couldn’t sense any magic fluctuation, not even compared to the City Lord Mansion, which seemed more like a Wizard’s dwelling.

“Research? Brother, I’m not like you; I’ve graduated. There’s no hope for me to become a Wizard,” the old man said with self-deprecating laughter, “Besides, I’ve learned enough. What’s the point of researching when it’s not as joyful as playing chess?”

With those words, the old man pushed aside the trash on the table and, from somewhere, produced a chessboard.

The chessboard’s surface was clean and smooth, clearly an old and frequently used item.

“Playing chess is much more interesting than reading books.”

Richard was taken aback; this old man’s carefree attitude was unlike any other Wizard Apprentice he had met.

It seemed this old man had entirely shed his identity as a Wizard Apprentice and fully returned to the life of an ordinary person.

“Care for a game? The rules are quite simple,” the old man offered enthusiastically.

“No, I’m here to ask about the mad wizard incident you reported,” Richard shook his head and then got straight to the point.

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“Have you visited the crime scene, and did you find any clues?”

The old man shook his head in disappointment, “I just took a glance. There were no traces of spells, nor any clues. Every household seemed normal; it was as if people just left their homes in the morning and then suddenly disappeared.”

Hearing this, Richard’s heart sank.

Without clues, how could he complete the task.

“Don’t worry, with your identity, you can command anyone from the City Lord Mansion as you please; isn’t it easy to find some clues?”

The old man, as if seeing through his thoughts, spoke slowly and leisurely.

“In some ways, mortals are no worse than wizards.”

Richard sighed, it seemed he could only wait for the records from Spencer.

“Since that’s the case, then I won’t bother you any further.”

Richard stood up to leave. The old man didn’t see him out but simply set up a few chess pieces on the board and started playing against himself.

It seemed that this chessboard represented the truth he sought.

The investigation records from the police arrived quickly in Richard’s hands, and he immediately began reviewing them.

“The Blood Red Master?” Richard pointed at a term in the records and asked Spencer.

“What’s this? Are there still religions in the city?”

Wizards do not believe in gods, or more accurately, they do not believe in any gods whose real bodies can be found.

In the process of conquering the Otherworld, wizards have killed countless creatures claiming to be divine beings. Some of these were World Masters, some twisted Evil Demons, but in the eyes of wizards, these entities were merely powerful natives whose only purpose was to contribute knowledge on the wizard’s dissecting table.

Of course, there are believers among the wizards, adherents of a branch of the Soul School, who imagine a Divine being and pray to it, offering Magic Power as offerings, turning this Divine being into something akin to a storage facility.

In times of danger, this Divine being would return the stored power to the wizards, enabling them to enhance their strength for a short period.

This was an offbeat Spell, and even among Soul Wizards, these individuals were just a very small part.

“This… it indeed is a religion,” Spencer was somewhat perplexed, “but it should have been eradicated a long time ago.”

“A cult?”

Spencer nodded his head.

“Indeed a cult. This religion required its followers to offer living people as sacrifices, and after being reported, the Civil Protection Team arrested its leaders, and the religion should have disbanded.

It seems this is a resurgence of the extinguished flames.”

Richard tapped on the term ‘Blood Red Master’; he had a feeling this case must be the work of the resurrected cult.

“Instruct the police to discreetly investigate this cult and notify me immediately if there’s any news.”

“As you wish, Great Wizard.”

Three days later, the investigation results from the police were laid out in front of Richard.

“Sir, your wisdom is truly unrivaled. All these missing persons are connected to the Vortex God; they are all followers of this sect,” Spencer said obsequiously beside Richard.

“That’s not enough.” Richard shook his head, “Have the police arrange an identity for me; I want to infiltrate this sect.”

“You’re going to investigate in person?” Spencer was slightly startled, “Isn’t that a bit too dangerous?”

“Dangerous?” Richard looked at him as if he were a fool, “My dear City Lord, you seem to have forgotten something; I am a Wizard Apprentice.

I’m much stronger than those knights and high knights under you.”

Spencer’s face turned red; he had forgotten that the respect he held was not merely for the title.

It was the profound strength that underpinned that respect.

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