The Wizard World Chapter 404

A strong body must be matched with a strong mentality. If not, he would not be able to utilize his power to the fullest extent.

That was what he was anxious about.

Angele had never known how ancient wizards solved this particular issue. The information he acquired from Eye Devil had never mentioned anything related to it.

He left the mirror, heading to his study, and looked at the bookshelves inside.

Thick, brown books were arranged on the dark-red bookshelves. He had recorded some of the important information on those books.

The contents were mostly regarding his theories and the results of his researches. There was no dangerous spell book kept in the shelves and those books were encrypted through the use of a special method. There were even several books that introduced poems and local tourist attractions.

Angele lifted up his left hand and slightly spun the ring around his finger.

Chi!

The ring released a streak of white light, soon materializing into an 8K UHD screen in front of him.

The ring released a streak of white light, soon materializing into a rectangular screen in front of him.

Displayed on the screen were rows of information. The ones being shown on the left were the quests provided by Dark Wizard Tower and the one shown on the right was the summary of the latest intel he had received.

Angele checked the available quests at present. Majority of these quests were about ruins exploration, collection of rare resources, and guarding certain members of the organization. Yet, nothing had piqued his interest.

However, there was a message in the summary that was addressed to him.

He tapped on the screen, and a message popped out of it and covered the entire screen.

From: Count Vanara

“Vanara, leader of Red Scimitar and the Count of River Empire, cordially invites you to his birthday celebration.”

Following the body was a marking drawn like an onyx ring, an eye-shaped ring that was identical to the one Angele had in his possession.

So he’s the other one in-charge. That was fast. Angele rubbed his chin.

He lifted his finger and began writing his reply just below the message.

This was the method used in replying to messages.

Time and location?

Seconds later, another message appeared.

In one month, at the Count’s Mansion at Wheat City. It shall be our first meeting then. I hope you will have a good time in my party, the count immediately sent a reply.

Certainly, Angele replied right away.

They swiftly wrapped up their conversation.

Angele closed the message box and started checking out Count Vanara’s intel through the intel center.

Count Vanara, the member overseeing the Tarry River region. His skill level, hidden. Publicly known as the leader of the Red Scimitar but actually one of the organization’s important members, possessing authority over the Fiery Shadow Army.

Angele read through the intel. He was now even more certain that the count was doing the same thing as him.

He received several more messages as he read through it.

Angele’s ring functioned as a receiver of messages, too. Other members of the organization could message him anytime; the only requirement was his communication rune.

He just received more than 10 messages, all of which were sent by his future servants.

I can gather elites and rare resources now. Re-signing the contract with Dark Wizard Tower was the right decision, Angele thought of this as he replied to the messages one by one.

The senders were important members, leaders, wives, and relatives of small organizations and also core members of large organizations.

These people had different backgrounds, yet all of them could gather elites and use the resources with their backing.

Angele categorized the people who showed respect to him into three different groups based on the intel provided by the organization.

He made certain that the members of these groups held nothing against each other so that their power could be utilized.

Besides that, Angele selected three members to represent as the leader of each of the three group.

They need me for something, so they contacted me right away. Seems like they already know something is about to happen. There are more than 100 elites within the Tarry River region. Those who already know of the events that will unfold in the future must have connections with the core members of Dark Wizard Tower, while the rest are just people who work for the organization and are not sure of what’s happening.

Angele closed the screen after replying to all those messages.

“Sadly, no matter what happens, I’ve got no right to make decisions when I signed the contract. No one will give up their final hope when the world’s about to change, which means the members of the organization within this region must obey me. They have no choice.”

He stood up and walked to a bookshelf and took out a book. “It’s good. I should probably talk to them when I visit the count.”

Angele was the son of one of Elemental Hand’s elders. While the core members of those other organizations would never talk to him as their backing were far more powerful, he was a core member of Dark Wizard Tower who had also become a student of one of the six directors. Things now had upended.

Rank 4 wizards were much stronger than him, yes, but those below rank 4 would have to obey his orders…

Angele began formulating a plan while reading the book.

Suddenly, he noticed some of the pages at the end of the book were covered in mold.

“Damn it!” Angele scowled. “Hana! Hana!”

He shouted.

Intense footsteps came from the other side of the door quickly.

“Yes, master!”

A middle-aged woman’s voice echoed in the hallway.

Angele waved his hand, and the rune marking on the door gradually faded away.

Creeaaak!

The door opened by itself.

A maid in a black uniform entered the room and walked to Angele carefully. “Master, were you looking for me?”

“Hana, how long have you been working in the mansion?” Angele closed the book.

Cold sweat appeared on the maid’s forehead.

“It’s… it’s about ten years, master.”

“Ten years, huh?” Angele lifted up his hand to raise her chin with a deadpan expression. “You were a naïve girl when you were… hired. Time flies. You’re now more than 30 years old…”

Hana didn’t do anything and only let Angele touch her chin.

“You’re becoming old. Go fetch your remaining payment and leave. Find a good man to marry or do whatever you want. You’re no longer my maid,” as Angele said this, he released her chin.

“Master…” Hana was trembling, knowing that she had just been fired by her master. Now, she would have a hard time in her hometown.

“You want to know the reason?” Angele turned around and sat down by the window.

“Yes, master.” Hana bit her lips; tears were welling up in her eyes.

Angele glared at her, “I thought I told you how to take care of the books in this room.”

Hana became dumbfounded for a moment, quickly realizing what blunder she had done.

Angele remained unfeeling, “The books inside this room are important. All significant information I have acquired from around the world are recorded there. I’ve told you to soak the books in black stripe oil once a year and apply the cat-head incense on them. I’m paying more than 2000 gold coins just for that every year. Do you remember?”

Desperation was in the eyes of Hana, who leaned down her head and not say anything.

“This is just a guess, but did you keep some of the money for yourself after noticing how those books were fine even without treatment?”

“Master… I’m sorry…” Sweat was dripping down Hana’s chin.

“Leave now. I won’t ask you to reimburse me considering you served me well. Return to your hometown and enjoy the rest of your life.” Angele waved his hand, sighing. “Also, summon Raylene for me.”

“Thank you, master…” Hana replied shakily and sighed. She thought the master was going to punish, or even kill her for what she had done. The maid was grateful. She bowed to Angele and turned around to exit the room.

Seconds later, a pretty girl about 18 years of age entered.

“You’ll be the one to take care of my books from now on, understood?” Angele looked at the girl, saying this.

“Yes, master,” the girl nodded her head politely in response. Though, it seemed like she had something else to say.

“What?” Angele noticed the look on her face.

“Master,” the girl bit her lips, “there’s a girl named Sari. She’s a maid in the mansion, hired not so long ago. Sari wants to… talk to you.” Raylene became a maid in the mansion when she was 15 years old and had worked for Angele for some time now.

The girl was young and pure and never made any advances on Angele like the other maids. Just for that reason, Angele liked her a lot.

That was the reason why he was offering her an easier job.

“Ask her to come here.” Angele nodded and fetched a book about wizards’ history from the desk.

Raylene bowed to Angele.

“Thank you, master.” She herself knew she was the reason Angele considered to talk to Sari. Her master was busy, and he barely talked to the mortals who worked in the mansion.

Raylene exited the room and minutes later, she brought back a red-haired girl with her.

The girl was looking down her feet. She was approximately 17 years old and could not even look at Angele directly. The girl looked quite cute in her white maid uniform.

“Ma… master… my name is Sari,” the girl introduced herself with a small voice. “Thank you for seeing me, master.”

“Tell me what you want,” Angele put down the book and replied.

Sari soon noticed that Angele wasn’t a coldblooded monster the rumors said otherwise. She lifted her head up and looked at Angele’s average face. The man’s long, red hair was draped over his shoulders, and he was leaning on the back of the chair with his legs crossed.

With the light of the sunset on his body, Angele looked like a handsome man in a picturesque scene.

The girl had stopped talking. This was her first time directly looking at the owner of the mansion.

“Sari… Sari…” Raylene noticed her friend wasn’t doing anything, so she tried waking her up.

Sari got her left arm pinched by Raylene. She looked down again with her face blushing, completely ashamed of herself that she almost wanted to run away.