Chapter 98: The Wild Wizard and the City Lord

The woman lifted the struggling little black cat to eye level, lightly knocked on its skull, then stuffed it back into the cultivation bag amid its displeased cries. The modified creatures lying sprawled around her were also collected one by one.

The vast gladiatorial arena was utterly unlike the end of usual duels — there were neither cheers nor angry curses, only a rare silence. If the absence of curses was due to the identities of the two spellcasters, then the lack of cheers was probably because many people did not understand; this battle that came to an abrupt halt when one side conceded left them, accustomed to blood splashing, very unaccustomed.

The witch apprentice with the hoarse voice naturally would not pay heed to those ordinary strangers.

She only looked straight at Luge, as if wanting to see through his identity, or perhaps still preoccupied with what he actually looked like beneath the face cover.

However, Luge felt her gaze was more like she wanted to dissect and study him.

"Is the effect of your strange spell because of your modification of your body?" she stared at him and said.

Upon hearing this, Luge became even more convinced that if he agreed, she would absolutely not hesitate to seize him and throw him onto an experimentation table.

He shook his head, deciding to dispel her notion, even if only a little.

"It is merely a small spell with quite high compatibility; you should know that high compatibility makes spell modification easier." he said with a smile.

The woman appeared slightly disappointed, as if she had lost nearly half her interest in continuing the conversation at once.

With an air of having no interest, she reluctantly said: "Do not involve yourself too deeply in the affairs of these Lower Realm nobles; you may provide limited help to friends, but must not cause large-scale destruction. The specific measure you must grasp yourself; if you go too far, even disguising yourself as a Wild Wizard will be of no use."

"Thank you for your reminder." Luge said with a smile.

He watched the woman's retreating back as she turned and left, and also let out a long breath; there was no major conflict of interest, and the other party obviously had not used her full strength either.

Of course, the uncommon, unfathomable spells also held a certain deterrent power; he had already clearly realized that a Wizard must not easily let others know the spells they master, especially Fixed Spells and Spell Modification.

When Luge walked back to the passage, he saw that female wizard apprentice again.

The other party also saw him.

When he found the right path and walked up the stairs leading to the noble stand, she also moved her steps again and followed behind him.

Luge no longer paid her any mind. When he returned to the noble stand, he was met by the beaming Young Master Lorigo; the city nobles still on the stand had changed expressions. As his gaze moved, every person he saw instantly donned a smile, turning into blooming flowers.

"Lord Luge, please forgive my rudeness; I did not know you were also..." Edgar said with a sincere face.

"Watching a battle in the gladiatorial arena, following the arena's rules — how could that count as rudeness?" Luge said soothingly with a smile, "However, I must remind you, Young Master Edgar, please do not speak carelessly; I am merely a Wild Wizard."

Luge's words caused Edgar's complexion to change — not because Luge refuted him, but because he evidently also knew that rule about the Wizard Domain being forbidden from meddling in the Lower Realm's Underground Cities.

"Yes, yes, I understand; you are just a Wild Wizard." Edgar said with his head lowered.

Luge smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

Coincidentally, at that moment that female wizard apprentice also walked up; Edgar seized the opportunity to immediately accompany the wizard apprentice back to their little circle.

For a time, the area around Luge finally quieted down.

Edgar's setback and Lorigo's presence also dispelled many people's intentions of coming over to strike up a conversation.

A new gladiatorial fight began — two heavy criminals; to liven up the atmosphere, the red-nosed man mounted a high platform and announced the winner could receive a sentence reduction of ten years.

The audience cheered; the two gladiators also instantly shook off their fear, and the atmosphere between them grew tense accordingly.

Luge was somewhat unable to bear Lorigo's fervent gaze.

"Lord Luge," he lowered his voice and said, "You... are you really a Wild Wizard?"

Wild Wizards and those wizard apprentices with orthodox inheritance — it is not merely a matter of title, nor merely a matter of spell strength; first and foremost it represents the gap in talent between the two sides. Wild Wizards are mostly eliminators from the talent tests of the various Ground Cave Domains; however, the difficulty of finding one's own path coupled with the talent gap extends into another question: the possibility of becoming an Official Wizard or above. This is also the key point why, among fellow wizard apprentices, one side is valued.

Luge moved his eyes away from that death-row criminal thin as a hemp stalk; that guy truly wielded a mean chain hammer. He glanced at Lorigo beside him speaking in a low voice like a thief, and at the red-haired Motel beside Lorigo who was watching the arena but also pricking up her ears and turning sideways.

"If I were not a Wild Wizard Apprentice, then I would certainly have left your annoying gaze at the first opportunity and returned to the Wizard Domain." he said.

Young Master Lorigo immediately turned his gaze toward the fiercely raging gladiatorial arena.

But only a moment later, he turned back again; just as this Young Master Lorigo still wanted to say something more, a figure hurriedly ran up the stairs of the noble viewing platform, slowed their steps upon seeing many people above, and calmly came to Lorigo's side.

Luge recognized this person; this was precisely the butler of Lorigo Manor.

After the two whispered for a while, Luge noticed that Young Master Lorigo's expression changed slightly, but he quickly controlled it and returned to normal.

Luge faintly heard that a message had been conveyed from the Fanxing Family's castle to the manor; Lorigo's eldest brother, who had been bedridden with illness year-round, seemed about to reach the end of his life.

Such a matter actually cannot be concealed; it will likely become known throughout the city very soon.

"Lord Luge, I have some matters to handle; if you wish to continue watching, let Motel stay here to accompany you." Lorigo was obviously trying his best to remain calm.

Luge thought for a moment, then stood up.

"Let's go together; I also need to return to the manor to meditate." he said.

Luge could clearly perceive that, in this urgent situation, Lorigo also did not want him to stay here, even if sending him back to the manor would mean a detour.

Perhaps during this period when the Fanxing Family's lineage was withering, he was being treated as a kind of deterrent projected outward. The Fanxing Family has a Wild Wizard of unknown origin, nameless, and powerful.

Luge's eyeballs turned the same way.

Or perhaps this card of his is not only for external use; if the Fanxing Family's eldest son is truly about to depart this world, then does that not mean this Young Master Lorigo beside him will become the new First Heir in line?

If Lorigo can become City Lord, then obtaining a Passage Ticket to the Wizard Domain, no matter how difficult, can be accomplished, Luge thought.

(Chapter End)