Chapter 519: Chapter 474 Monroe: This must be the great Lord calling us!_2 Chapter 519: Chapter 474 Monroe: This must be the great Lord calling us!_2 “In recent days, I’ve created an interesting alchemy creation, so I wanted to invite you to appraise it,”
Cynthia’s voice was pleasant to the ear, but the words she spoke made Farrell’s eyebrows furrow deeply.
He certainly didn’t believe the witch before him had the ability to produce anything worth his ‘appraisal,’ and from the moment she entered, she hadn’t shown any respect for him as a great Wizard.
Even Lean seemed uneasy, frequently shooting Cynthia telling glances, which she completely ignored.
“Then bring it out for me to see!” Out of consideration for Lean, who was a genius in magic, Farrell temporarily suppressed his displeasure and spoke in a cold voice.
Alchemy wasn’t his strongest suit, but guiding a formal wizard wouldn’t be a problem!
A smile played on Cynthia’s lips as she brought out a palm-sized cube.
“This is…” Farrell’s face suddenly changed to one of intense surprise as he hurriedly took it to examine.
It was a diamond-shaped crystal cube surrounded by complex and intricate runes, and the strong fluctuations of magic power coming from it set his heart racing.
Farrell might not be considered an alchemy master, but he could see that each face of the cube had a powerful and unique spell inscribed on it. When combined, they would unleash an even more formidable force…
“Where did you get this?” Farrell asked excitedly.
“This must be the work of a legendary Alchemist!”
The idea of alchemy materializing six powerful spells onto a palm-sized creation without conflict seemed unheard of!
Perhaps only Vittorio, the head of the Wizard Council, could accomplish such a feat!
Could it be that there was another legendary alchemist hidden within the empire?
“Of course, this is my creation,” Cynthia replied offhandedly.
Anger tinged Farrell’s face with dissatisfaction. Lean hurriedly interjected, “Cynthia, now is not the time for jokes. Tell Master Farrell where you got it from, this might concern the movements of a legendary alchemist.”
“Since you don’t quite believe me, why not witness its power then?” Cynthia suddenly reached out and brushed the cube in Farrell’s palm.
A mighty and terrifying aura emerged from the crystal, and the rune inscribed on one of its facets suddenly lit up, turning the mansion they were in into a void in the blink of an eye.
Farrell sensed something was wrong the moment the cube was activated, but countless threads of magical power had already sprung from another facet’s inside, binding him tightly before he could react.
“Who exactly are you?” Farrell’s face looked extremely unpleasant, as the young woman before him was certainly not as simple as a formal witch.
What terrified him even more was that his own domain had been suppressed; those threads of magical power, twisting like maggots, burrowed into his flesh, devouring his blood, magic power, and even his soul.
“Have you lost your mind, Cynthia?” Lean exclaimed in horror. The sudden turn of events had exceeded his understanding, and in that moment, he even wondered if he were still in a dream…
After completely restraining Farrell, Cynthia then turned to look at Lean.
Her violet eyes were filled with a cold indifference, like a bucket of cold water thrown over his head, extinguishing the lust that had clouded his judgment.
“You’ve actually sided with the church, infiltrating Fire Oil City to get close to, to seduce me, all for the sake of obtaining Council information…” Lean, with his lucidity restored, felt a chill creep up from the soles of his feet as he pieced together the truth.
But in this void, where even Farrell, a great Wizard, had part of his power suppressed, Lean, merely a formal wizard, found it incredibly difficult to even twitch a finger. Resisting was beyond his wildest hopes.
“Seduce?” Cynthia’s brows frowned slightly, then her gaze turned ice-cold as she spoke. “You think you’re worthy?”
Lean’s pupils constricted, but before he could reply, he felt the air around him turn into a myriad of steel blades. The next moment, his confusion, unwillingness, and dreams were turned into a heap of minced flesh by the rampaging elements and finally burnt to ashes by the star fire…
Cynthia’s expression returned to calm, as if she had merely crushed an ant without a second thought.
Lean’s speculation was nothing but idle fantasy. She ventured to Fire Oil City to investigate the cause of death of her last incarnation, but unexpectedly, Lean had approached her with insistent cordiality.
An opportunity presented itself on a silver platter, and naturally, Cynthia would not refuse to use it.
By comparison, Lean, whose background was clean and could withstand the scrutiny of the Wizard Council, was more suitable to be placed in the open.
As for his so-called magical genius, it was the result of her using the Enlightenment Technique to forcefully instill a portion of astronomical knowledge and inspiration in him. Otherwise, how could he have suddenly written a paper startling enough to perturb the Council?
In the short time it took to deal with Lean, Farrell, bound by threads of magic power, had been drained into a withered corpse!
Despite being a grand wizard with a powerful soul body, Farrell still retained a faint consciousness, but that only intensified his torment. He could only watch helplessly as Cynthia drew closer, a mix of fear, anger, and despair coloring his heart.
Cynthia stepped forward, placing her hand on top of Farrell’s head, and with her other hand, she held cube. As she activated the spell, fragments of memories rapidly surfaced in her mind.
As a grand wizard and a core member of the Wizard Council, Farrell was privy to much information.
For instance, wizards had recently discovered many new elements, and the Council was experimenting with electromagnetic waves for communication.
Another piece was that several Judgement Chiefs were lately engrossed in an extremely important matter, for which nearly all the Council’s power was mobilized…
Unfortunately, Farrell’s proficiency in Alchemy wasn’t remarkable among grand wizards, so he was assigned other tasks and wasn’t involved in that matter.
As she continued her search, Cynthia soon found what she wanted—the location where Judgement Chief Joshua was detained!
It was beneath the headquarters of the Wizard Council, normally guarded by a grand wizard in rotation. Farrell had once secretly served as a guard for a time.
Having acquired ample information, Cynthia then completely extracted Farrell’s soul.
The entire process went smoothly, with no disturbances from others.
After all, when she eliminated Farrell, she had used alchemic means to cast her spells and had not used Divine Arts, so naturally, the citywide detection barrier did not pick up any trace of her.
A grand wizard’s residence manifesting strong magic power fluctuations was quite normal; whether for experimenting with magic or researching and crafting various implements, the extensive use of magic power was necessary.
After silently dealing with the attendants and guards within the manor, Cynthia quietly left Farrell’s residence.
At the same time, the Believers of God who had infiltrated Fire Oil City all received a divine revelation at the same moment!
Monroe was so agitated he was nearly inarticulate.
“It is the Lord, the great Lord calling to us!” Monroe was so excited he was close to tears. He had not expected that after two consecutive misjudgments that had severely damaged the church’s influence in the kingdom, he could still receive a revelation from the divine!
This was undoubtedly salvation in the face of despair!
So it turned out the great Lord had not forsaken him!
In that moment, all of Monroe’s regret and guilt transformed into a strong sense of mission. He must repay this trust with his actions, no matter the cost!
While Monroe was caught up in his fervent state, Ivina beside him looked worried, vaguely recalling the news of the calamity of the Evil God that broke out on the Kingdom North Border during the evening.
How could it be such a coincidence…