Chapter 225: The Turning Point (2)
Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe
As a contracted potion master in the Six Ring High Tower, the life mark was planted into Ander’s body. If the rumor was to be spread out, the organization could track him down easily.
The organization would sacrifice him just for his blood and the perfected method of extracting harpy’s ancient blood.
Wizards specializing in prophesying could cast spells to visualize events that had happened at a certain time and certain location. Angele had experienced something similar before.
Only wizards above rank 2 could completely remove the trace of their energy waves. There was no way for Ander to escape this.
"Alright. Master Ander, you’re a wise man. I didn’t expect you to be one of the elders in the Bennis Family. I look forward to our future dealings." Angele’s words made Ander feel even worse.
The Bennis Family was as strong as the Jones Family. They were the third in the ranking and had a significant amount of power in their hand. The council of the elders had similar rights to the family head. There were ten elders in the Bennis Family and most of them were chosen from within the family. The family had more than a hundred wizards and more than a thousand wizard apprentices as its members.
Ander had a share of the council’s rights. Although he was a light wizard, he was probably a talented potion master. He also said that he was in charge of this branch.
Ander initially thought that he had nothing to fear and decided to confront Angele right after finding out the young man’s secret.
After having a conversation with Ander, Angele acquired some of the information he needed for the ancient blood extraction. However, Ander was still trying to hide the critical part of the extraction method and he did not want to get along with Angele at all.
Ander had to fulfill Angele’s request for now and decided to find a solution later.
Angele would not die if his ancient blood was extracted, but he would still take severe damage. Ander thought that he still had hope if he could dig out more secrets about the young man.
Ander left the potions lab quickly after Angele got what he needed.
Angele stood in the room alone with the old man’s pouch in his hand.
"Sunstone, earthworm’s veins, the seed of Hark, and then crystal cards…" Angele was satisfied with what he acquired. "All these materials can be exchanged for more than 100,000 regular magic stones…"
As a potion master of the tower, Ander also carried special potions and formulas with him but Angele took them all.
It was almost like the old man was here to help Angele.
Most importantly, Angele acquired some important information on how to extract the ancient blood properly. He had one more way to back himself up if his ancient bloodline were to be noticed by other wizards again.
Furthermore, Ander was an elder of a family that had similar power and authority as the Jones Family. Angele was expecting something else from him in the future.
Angele’s position in the potions department was granted without facing any problem.
He left the potions lab and followed a wizard apprentice to a private meeting room. There should be someone to check his identity here but with the help from Ander, most of the procedures were skipped.
Angele went straight to the registration table for potion masters.
He needed to pick the division or the school he wanted to join.
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Inside a tiny room, the light from the crystal lamp only brought minimum visibility to the table.
Sitting opposite to Angele was an old wizard with a white beard who looked like Santa Claus.
"Philip, ask master Parrot to come here. We need him." The white beard stared at the wizard apprentice standing near the door.
"Sorry, master Vincent. Master Parrot went to the Forgotten Forest for the materials. He hasn’t come back yet," the wizard apprentice responded politely.
"Where’s Kenny then?"
"Master Kenny asked for a leave. He needed to visit some old friend."
"Damn it, so I’m the only one in charge right now? Seriously?" the old man cursed and turned to Angele.
"Alright, let’s get this over with. You’ve been recommended by master Ander, right? Just write down where you want to be sent to. Like, which division, or do you want to go to the school? Pick one and I’ll give you a letter that will prove your identity." The wizard handed a long yellow list to Angele.
Angele took the paper and checked its contents.
‘Southwest Branch, Parrot, biological potion master.’
‘East Branch, Thunder, explosive potion master.’
‘North Branch, Kandre, healing potion master.’
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Each of the rows listed the directors of different divisions and their specializations.
The Six Ring School was listed in the last row.
"You get to choose the place you want to go as a benefit of joining the Six Ring High Tower," the old man rubbed his long white beard and explained.
"Can’t I just stay at my home and study?" Angele smiled and questioned him.
"Well, you need to follow the rules. You need to contribute to the organization." The old man knitted his eyebrows.
Angele activated the communication rune on his nail and a flower-shaped rune flashed upon his right hand.
"Master Ander…I really don’t want to bother you with something like this but…" He sent the message through the rune.
Ander responded within seconds.
It seemed like he was monitoring the situation in the room.
The old wizard in front of him hesitated for a second before he slightly nodded.
"Alright, I just got a message from master Ander. Your request will be fulfilled. However, the knowledge and materials of the tower won’t be provided to you for free. You must send a research report to me and make a certain number of potions for the organization every month. Also, you need to report to the school of the divisions every five years. A life mark will be planted in your body to make sure you don’t betray us."
"You know what? Master Ander said he’ll take care of all these for me." Angele stood up and chuckled.
"But it’s the rule. I don’t know how you’re related to master Ander…" Angele turned around and left the room before the old man could finish his words.
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*Crack*
Inside a hidden chamber of a basement.
Ander was furiously pounding the crystal orb so hard that it cracked.
"Little bastard…He wants me to do everything for him?!"
Sending research report to the directors and making potions for the organization was required to all the potion masters in the organization, including Ander. Ander needed to prepare everything for Angele since he could not refuse this request.
Apart from those, the implanting of the life mark was the biggest problem. It was almost impossible for Angele to ask for resources from the tower if there was no life mark planted in his body. Ander needed to rely on his family to somehow make it possible. It would cost him a lot of money and time.
It was easy for Angele to ask Ander to do the favor for him, but Ander needed to work much harder to fulfill the request. Although he had power in the potions department, it was still a big trouble to him.
"I’ll show you what I’m capable of!" Ander started drawing runes in the air quickly but stopped after several seconds.
He calmed down as he thought of the consequences.
Ander did not want to mess with Angele at the moment, but it was getting ridiculous to him.
A dark snake-shaped rune shined upon his nails as he raised his right hand.
"That’s the last thing I’ll do for you!" He sent the message using the rune.
Angele responded quickly.
"Don’t worry. We’re still in the same boat. This is the last thing I want you to help me with. Oh, just ask if you need my help."
"Remember, this is the last time!" Ander shook his head. "Otherwise, I’ll just let the boat sink!"
"Don’t worry, master Ander. I know when to stop."
Ander felt better after the conversation and he decided to work on the life mark matter first.
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Angele walked out of the registration room as the flower-shaped rune faded from his nail.
A slight smile appeared on his face.
Angele was certain that the old man had no gut to send people to assassinate him, however, he was not sure if Ander had some strong backup plans.
Ander was a greedy man but it seemed like he was not good at backstabbing his enemies. As long as Angele knew his secret, he would not fight back.
‘The last time? Ha…’ Angele sneered and shook his head.
‘Ander is too naïve…Who would believe in words like his?’
Angele wanted much more from the old man. It was a great opportunity for him to gather materials and knowledge.