Chapter 597 - Removing Parasites?
Douglas saw several wizards giving him funny looks and cleared his throat. “Name. Tell me his name.”
“It’s Mister ‘Fiery Bone’, sir.”
“Fiery Bone” Felder, a new wizard who attained his level not long ago.
Douglas swallowed his curses back as he couldn’t possibly condemn a wizard of his own organization out in the public. He knew that Felder was always a passionate researcher who would go after any interesting knowledge he could find. It was completely reasonable for Felder to make such mistakes.
“… Keep things under control. I’ll go check him out.”
Several wizards grew visibly stressed when they learned that a wizard had fallen. Silently, they put more effort into their protections.
“Listen, everyone, do not approach him no matter what kind of research you want to do,” Douglas spoke to the others. “Our first priority is to keep the situation—”
The guard from earlier returned again and interrupted Douglas. He was almost crying for some reason. “Sir-sir! Mister Felder is unleashing his attacks everywhere! And he’s too strong! There are wizards who got their protection breached and the spots had taken them!”
But this was still better than nothing. Since an apprentice could deal with the situation, many wizards believed that they could as well.
Apart from these, Payne was wondering about another matter.
“Mister Filo, can you give us more details regarding what happened in Midnight Sovereign?”
…
Angor had been waiting in Sunders’ gravity garden for a while. He was anxious to learn the situation outside, but he couldn’t.
Thankfully, Sunders placed him at the “outdoor library” so that he could kill time by reading books or educational magazines. And if he didn’t feel like reading, he had Toby with him.
About an hour later, he suddenly felt someone’s spirit power wrapping him up.
His vision went blurry for a while. When he could see again, he found himself standing in a narrow and dark stone house. A single lit candle was placed nearby, while Sunders was leaning against a wall.
Angor smelled blood coming from the body of his teacher.
“Are you hurt, sir?”
Sunders waved Angor off when the boy wanted to check him. “Nothing serious. It’s almost healed. I called you out because I have an important question to ask.”
Angor saw the gentleman’s stern look and also put up his serious attitude.
“Have you ever heard the name ‘Yorkshire’?”