Wizard: I can refine everything

Mr. Nicolo is a famous wealthy businessman in Gale City. He mainly deals in grain business. One tenth of the grain in Gale City passes through his hands. He is a real rich man.

This rich man usually has no hobbies. Apart from some normal entertainment, he spends most of his time studying witchcraft.

This witchcraft is not the kind of formal spells taught in the wizard academy. On the contrary, these witchcrafts are full of all kinds of absurd and unruly things. Nine out of ten are fake, and the remaining ones are also some incomplete witchcrafts left outside.

To say how confusing this hobby is, to make an appropriate analogy, it is like a patient who ignores modern medicine and seeks some folk remedies to treat the disease.

But Mr. Nicolo still enjoys it and is even a little obsessed.

An unknown secret room.

"My Lord Patriarch, the police are starting to investigate us."

The short and fat Nicolo knelt on the ground. In front of him, a mysterious man in a black robe was praying to an altar.

"What did they find out?" The mysterious man's voice was strange, like many voices mixed together.

The language he spoke was not wizard language, and Nicolo had never heard of this language, but he still understood this sentence.

"My Lord Patriarch, our sacrifice is likely to be exposed."

"What?"

A pressure suddenly burst out from the mysterious man, and Nicolo, who was kneeling in front of him, felt that he was not in front of a person, but a sealed demon god.

"My Lord, what should we do?" Nicolo said tremblingly.

"What should we do?" The mysterious man paused, "Gather the believers tonight, the sacrifice can't be delayed any longer, and we must let our Lord come as soon as possible."

"Yes, my Lord, I'll do it now."

After Nicolo left, the mysterious man returned to his original position again, and a spiritual wave came out of his body.

"My Lord, tonight is the day you get rid of the shackles and come to the world."

On the altar, a small space crack loomed.

...

Under the arrangement of the police station and the city lord's mansion, Richard successfully obtained a new identity-a wandering knight who yearns for power.

Richard also used this identity to hang out in various taverns to confirm this identity, and successfully came into contact with the followers of the Blood-Red Lord and became one of them.

In the tavern, Richard drank fine wine as usual to improve his image. But soon a man in red found him.

"Richard, there is a sacrifice in the church tonight." The man in red whispered in Richard's ear.

"Sacrifice?" Richard pretended to be excited, "Then can I get the gift of the Blood-Red Lord."

The man in red frowned and motioned Richard to lower his voice.

"Of course, the Blood-Red Lord will give a gift every time I sacrifice."

"Then I am so lucky!"

The man in red secretly said in his heart that this is really a fool, and he believes such words.

How can the gift of the Blood-Red Lord be so easy to come down? Even if it comes down, it will not be given to a fool like you.

But the red-clothed man did not show these things, but pretended to be envious and said:

"You are indeed lucky. You have just joined and encountered sacrifice."

The red-clothed man left the tavern after delivering the message, and the excitement on Richard's face gradually turned into sneer.

"After wasting so much time, I finally caught the mastermind."

Without staying too long, Richard immediately contacted Spencer and asked him to prepare to evacuate the people.

The mad wizard can ignore the lives of civilians when he starts to fight, but he cannot ignore them. There is a requirement for the academy's mission this time, which is to hurt as few civilians as possible.

"Ninth Street 73? Okay, sir, I'll prepare it now." Spencer's voice came from the crystal ball.

This crystal ball is a prop that Richard specially prepared for this mission when he returned to the academy. Its function is to transmit sound within 500 meters. It is a low-profile version of the phone.

But this thing has another advantage, that is, there is almost no magic fluctuation, and Richard is not afraid of being detected by the mad wizard because of transmitting sound.

"Don't prepare too early, be careful of information leaks." Richard instructed.

"Don't worry, Master Wizard, I can still handle this little thing."

At night, Richard, wearing a cloak and worn leather armor, came to the gathering place with a big sword on his back.

The gatekeeper let Richard in after confirming his identity.

The gathering place looks no different from an ordinary house from the outside, but there is a huge underground hall under it.

The whole hall can accommodate hundreds of people, and torches and oil lamps are hung on the walls.

In the center of the hall there is a black stone altar with strange patterns painted on it.

People usually pray to this altar when attending the gathering.

This underground hall is also connected by several tunnels, but unfortunately Richard has never had the opportunity to explore which house these tunnels are connected to.

More and more believers in the underground hall soon gathered hundreds of people.

These people wore masks and cloaks, and the whole hall looked like a masquerade.

Soon, everyone was there.

As the guards sealed the entrance to the underground hall, a man in black walked out of the shadows and floated to the center of the hall.

"Good evening, all the faithful followers of the Blood-Red Lord."

"My Lord Patriarch." Everyone bowed to the man in black.

"I think you must be curious about why I am so hasty to perform the sacrifice, when it has only been less than half a year since the last sacrifice."

The voice of the man in black suddenly became high-pitched.

"Today, I received the oracle of our master, the great Blood-Red Lord.

He said that the time has come, and it is time to come to the world to bring us a great baptism."

Hearing this news, the believers in the whole hall were excited.

Fanatical believers are a bit like star-chasers. A fan is undoubtedly excited when he is about to see his idol.

But Richard, standing in the corner, showed a sneer.

If he hadn't been worried about the large number of people in the venue, it would be easy to be ambushed by the spells of some schools of necromancy, he would have wanted to kill this shameless charlatan with a sword.

A senior apprentice pretending to be a charlatan in a mortal city really embarrassed the wizard apprentice.

If he had a bit of the temperament of a mad scientist, even a little bit of temperament, Richard would not despise him now.

But this charlatan really has none of it.

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!..."

I don't know who started it, but the believers in the whole hall began to shout sacrifice, and this fanatical mood made Richard very irritable.

Damn, believing in God in a world with wizards, what on earth are these people thinking!

The black-clad man in the sky opened his arms to the believers, and his words became passionate:

"Brothers and sisters, our paradise is about to come, and our Lord will establish a kingdom of God on earth on this land. In the kingdom of God, there will be no poverty and pain, no disease and death, and we will enjoy happiness forever until the end of time!"

At the same time, a hidden spiritual invasion suddenly touched Richard's mind.

The black-clad man in the sky suddenly trembled, and his eyes instantly looked at the corner of the hall.

"Who are you!"

Richard exhaled and walked out with a sword.

"The one who killed you."