fynovel Chapter 30 Spreading Rumors
Chapter 30 Spreading Rumors
"As far as I know, all the instructors are fulfilling their duties diligently, and there has been no significant change from before."
Hick's answer became more cautious.
Professor Pelosi tapped her fingers lightly on the back of her chair, the rhythm steady yet carrying an invisible pressure.
He said nothing more, but his deep gaze seemed to pierce through people's hearts.
Clara… Hick’s mind raced, and a daring plan took shape in his mind.
No matter what kind of old man or whatever else you have hidden in your ring, what can you possibly do against a true level two wizard?
"By the way, mentor," Hick brought it up casually, his voice maintaining just the right amount of respect, "Mentor Kaylon recently... took on a new disciple."
Professor Pelosi's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, clearly not understanding why Hick had brought this up specifically.
Catching this subtle reaction, Hick immediately added, "It's a... new apprentice who has only recently entered the Wizarding Tower."
This statement was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. A genuine hint of curiosity finally surfaced on Professor Pello's face:
"A new apprentice? He's already been taken in by Chiron as a disciple the moment he entered the tower?"
There was a hint of inquiry in his voice.
"Yes, mentor." Hick was secretly delighted, knowing that as long as his mentor was interested, there was hope for the matter.
"That apprentice's name was Klar. It's said... he presented a portion of a research manual on the fusion of elements and the body, and... a quasi-magical artifact."
"Research manual? Quasi-magical artifact?" Instructor Pero leaned forward slightly, his interest suddenly intensifying.
"Which wizarding family does this little guy named Klar come from?"
"That's not the case, Professor." Hick shook his head, his tone certain. "He comes from an ordinary background, with no connections whatsoever. And..."
He paused deliberately, raising his stakes, "This disciple is certain that he possesses at least... one more complete magical artifact!"
"At least one? Are you sure?" Professor Pello's question carried a sharp, scrutinizing tone.
"Absolutely true!"
Hick stated unequivocally, "My subordinate, Kurt, witnessed it firsthand, and I myself investigated it with my spiritual power; there is absolutely no mistake!"
Instructor Perot's gaze became intrigued, as if she had discovered an interesting experimental subject: "So, in your opinion, how did this apprentice named Clara come to possess these things?"
It's here! The most crucial moment! Hick sneered inwardly. Klar, your death is nigh!
"Mentor," Hick lowered his voice, with a hint of sharing a secret, "Joanna, an apprentice who entered the Wizard Tower at the same time as Klar, revealed that the ring on Klar's hand... is very strange."
"A ring?" Perot's eyes immediately focused.
"Yes, a ring."
Hick affirmed, "However... strangely, Instructor Chiron doesn't seem to have shown much attention to it."
He cleverly left this point of contention.
Professor Perot's gaze fell on Hick with an almost tangible intensity, his eyes possessing an all-seeing penetrating power, as if he had already seen through Hick's intention to steer the conversation.
Hick's heart skipped a beat, and he dared not conceal anything, quickly recounting the whole story: "Regarding the ring... my subordinate Kurt attempted to seize it by force, but... he was nearly killed by Belon... and Belon has already been captured by my scheme..."
Professor Perot listened quietly, the tapping of his fingers having stopped at some point.
After Hick finished speaking, the laboratory fell into a deep silence.
Everything Hick said pointed to the same conclusion—this apprentice named Clare was no ordinary person!
The secret he hides is probably far more valuable than we can imagine!
After a long silence, Professor Perot's calm and unwavering voice rang out again, but it struck Hick's heart like a heavy hammer:
"So, Hick, in your opinion... that ring on Klar's hand," he paused deliberately, his gaze sharp as a knife.
"What could it be?"
Hick took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and after a moment said:
"The disciple doesn't know the specifics of who used that ring, but... that Belon should know."
After a moment's thought, Professor Pelosi agreed with Hick's suggestion: "Bring the person over."
"Understood, I'll go right away."
After saying this, Hick bowed and left the laboratory.
prison!
Stepping into this area permeated with despair and death, you are greeted by cold, damp air mixed with the smell of rust and decay.
The dim, flickering light on the wall cast distorted shadows onto the filthy ground.
Having survived a life-or-death ordeal, Hick was clearly not completely corrupted by the negative atmosphere here, but the omnipresent sense of oppression still made him instinctively tense up.
He walked past cell after cell separated by heavy stone doors, finally stopping in front of one door.
Through the narrow observation window, he saw Peron huddled in the corner—
His eyes were vacant, his appearance withered, like a soulless shell lying quietly on the cold stone ground.
However, when Belon's unfocused gaze caught sight of Hick, his ashen eyes suddenly burst forth with an astonishing light!
He struggled violently, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, and lunged at the door with both hands and feet:
"Boss Hick! Boss Hick! Please! Spare me! I know I was wrong! I'll do anything! Please..."
The hoarse pleas, filled with desperate sobs, were particularly jarring in the silent prison cell.
Hick frowned, his cold gaze sweeping over Peron's tear-streaked face: "Shut up if you don't want to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Belon's vocal cords seemed to press the pause button, instantly falling silent, leaving only a suppressed sob in his throat and his chest heaving violently.
"Come with me."
Hick opened the cell door, his voice leaving no room for argument.
He reached out and placed his hand on Belon's shoulder, which was trembling slightly with fear, and gave him a gentle push.
With his magic completely sealed, Belon was like a puppet on strings, only able to stagger forward as Hick pushed him along.
Every step he took teetered on the edge of despair, with the shadow of death looming over him.
Seemingly sensing Peron's deep-seated resistance and fear, Hick's voice rang in his ear, low and carrying a hint of warning:
"You'll be meeting Professor Perot in a little while. Just answer whatever he asks you honestly, understand?"
Mentor Pelosi!
The name was like a faint but real light, piercing the darkness in Perón's heart.
His desire to live instantly overwhelmed all fear, and he nodded frantically and forcefully.
laboratory.
"Mentor, Peron has arrived."
Hick respectfully addressed Professor Perot, who sat upright in the main seat with his eyes slightly closed as if he were dozing.
Belon was pushed forward, and he nervously raised his head to look at the legendary second-level wizard.
The person before me wore a simple, dark wizard's robe. His aura was restrained and peaceful, without any outward energy fluctuations. At first glance, he truly appeared as gentle and refined as an ordinary mortal nobleman.
However, Perón's heart was pounding wildly in his chest!
His eyes were filled with undisguised tension and an almost greedy longing for that slim chance of survival!