Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 158: Chapter 58: Mountain Rain is Imminent

In Richard’s narrative, the Mother Goddess Temple rescue mission was a failure, tainted by the Puppet Wizard’s hidden agenda.

Although Richard speculated that the Puppet Wizard was probably also deceived, he couldn’t fake using the rescue as a cover for his own true purpose.

In his account, Richard tried not to mix in personal emotions or unfounded speculations, simply recounting what he had seen.

Having finished speaking, the White Wizard in command placed the Crystal Ball into a bag and handed it to another White Wizard by his side, saying in a very serious tone,

“Send this message to command quickly; it must be fast!”

After that, he commanded another White Wizard beside him,

“Transmit the message just now to command using the emergency communication channel!”

The double transmission of physical and digital information was the second-highest level of information dissemination in war, with the physical transmission serving to prevent misjudgment by the commanders and as material to be kept for records.

Watching the seriousness of the White Wizard in command, Richard was somewhat puzzled.

A year had passed; surely not all wizards had failed to escape from the Underground Insect Nest.

With hundreds of wizards breaking out, it wasn’t possible for none to have emerged, continuing their missions in the nest.

At this thought, Richard felt a bit ashamed.

After handing out the tasks, the White Wizard in command reached out his right hand to Richard.

“My name is Ivan, commander of the 372nd War Fortress in the Third War Zone.”

Richard shook hands with him, “I am Richard, an infiltrating Black Wizard from the number twelve Insect Nest.”

…

It was from Ivan’s mouth that Richard learned that the past year on the border had been calm, with not a single Black Wizard emerging from the Underground Insect Nest.

Additionally, Ivan described what Richard had experienced as a major incident, indicating that the Black Wizard could indeed leave the nest. The situation wasn’t so minor that the older wizards could just ignore it.

“In fact, I have a suspicion,” Ivan said in a low voice, “those wizards might have been forced into hibernation.”

“Hibernation?” Richard asked.

“You don’t know about hibernation?” Ivan was also puzzled, looking at Richard’s vibrant Life Energy, clearly a strong Physical Evolution with at least ninety something points.

This force should have been through at least two Plane Wars.

Richard smiled awkwardly, “This is my first time participating in a Plane War, I don’t know many things, I hope the Master can forgive me.”

Ivan gasped.

First time in a Plane War? A student soldier with this power and capability?

Are you a direct disciple of a Great Wizard, or a scion of a Wizard Family?

Ivan shook his head, dismissing his absurd thoughts, and explained the meaning of hibernation to Richard.

“Hibernation means that under an irresistible force, a wizard temporarily falls into a state of inactivity, during which the wizard will abandon all Magic Equipment he can connect with and enter a state of lost contact, even command headquarters cannot locate them.

After a period of hibernation, the wizard must give a reasonable explanation to command, along with evidence.

Otherwise, command will accuse them of passive battle conduct, seize all their gains from this Plane War, and impose a fine.”

Richard nodded thoughtfully, “If those wizards have all gone into hibernation, does that mean…”

He looked at Ivan and hesitated to continue.

Ivan nodded, “It’s possible that some wizards have defected, likely that Puppet Wizard.

Of course, it’s possible that things are not so dire, and that the wizard was simply devoured in soul.”

At these words, the corners of Richard’s mouth twitched.

Indeed, for command that might be the case, but for the Puppet Wizard himself, it certainly wasn’t.

“But regardless of what happened, this matter doesn’t concern us much,” Ivan patted Richard’s shoulder, “we will conduct an inspection on you shortly, and once we ascertain that there are no parasites on you, you can head back.

Take some rest after coming out of that damned place.”

After the inspection, Richard immediately left War Fortress 372 and returned to the rear lines.

And the very second he arrived back at the Floating City Fortress, command found him.

“Wizard Richard, command requests your presence.”

Three logistical wizards stood in front of Richard, and upon his response, they led him surrounded into the most mysterious place in the Floating City – the Command Tower.

…

The Command Tower, the nerve center of the Floating Fortress and the headquarters of the Plane War, was well guarded.

Before entering the tower, Richard underwent another full-body check to ensure there were no parasites on him and that his soul was still that of a wizard.

The inside of the Command Tower was bustling, with floors two to five offering no private rooms, just open halls.

These levels served as subordinate command centers.

The Wizard’s current battle lines were vast, with any given front having thousands of type-one War Fortresses and hundreds of type-two War Fortresses. These fortresses would relay every move of the frontline bugs to the subordinate command, which after filtering would pass the information to intermediate command.

Passing through subordinate commands, Richard reached the intermediate level of command, which was responsible for secondary sorting of the information from below and passing it to the senior command – the command Richard had initially encountered.

There was only one level for the intermediate command, and after crossing it, Richard arrived in front of a huge black door.

The logistic wizards leading him halted.

“Wizard Richard, the command is inside.”

Looking at the imposing black door, Richard couldn’t help but feel a chill.

Beyond it laid the power center of this Plane War, where every order could lead to the death of thousands of wizards, yet also cause the bugs to pay a price tenfold, a hundredfold.

Pushing open the door, the scene inside was quite ordinary.

Dozens of Three Rings Wizards sat behind tables, continuously receiving messages through Crystal Balls, then compiling the messages, discussing them, and finally turning them into commands to be distributed.

“Oh, a familiar face.”

Among these wizards, one clad in a black robe and sipping red tea seemed somewhat out of place.

He saw Richard come in and immediately beckoned him over.

“I remember you, you’re Richard, right, Jolod’s Apprentice.”

Richard gave the black-robed Wizard a deep bow, “Hello, Headmaster.”

“Indeed! Smart one,” the Black Tower Great Wizard said with a smile to the surrounding Three Rings Wizards, “Calling someone ‘Headmaster’ here is much more effective than ‘Commander’.”

Upon hearing this, Richard couldn’t help but break out in a sweat. During a Plane War, calling someone ‘Headmaster’ carried an implication of trying to cozy up.

But he hadn’t thought that much into it at the moment, and seeing the Black Tower Great Wizard had reflexively called him ‘Headmaster.’

“Don’t be nervous, young man,” the Black Tower Great Wizard took a sip of his red tea, “There’s nothing wrong with calling me Headmaster. We’ve received your intel report, but we still need to confirm some things.”

The Black Tower Great Wizard waved his hand and a somewhat familiar figure stood up and approached Richard.

“Susanna, make sure to get the details clear. The death of thousands of Black Wizards is not a trivial matter; I must give an explanation to the Council.”

With that, the environment around Richard suddenly changed, turning into a closed room resembling an interrogation chamber.

Susanna sat on one side of the room, with a table in front of her, and across from her, there was a metal chair.

She pointed to the chair, signaling Richard to sit down.

The metal chair was hard and cold; the moment he sat down, an extremely icy sensation shot from the base of his tail to his forehead.

His emotions also calmed down under this stimulus.

“The chair has a Spell inscribed in it, must be a mechanized mind from the Soul School,” Richard thought to himself.

Once Richard sat down, Susanna began her inquiry.

Richard was not unfamiliar with Ali’s mentor, having interacted with Susanna during his Apprentice days.

Susanna had a bad temper but was caring toward her students. As Ali’s lover, Richard had not had any trouble with her.

“Name.” “Richard.”

“Strength.” “One Ring.”

“Mission.” “Infiltrate number twelve Insect Nest.”

“Repeat the description of your experience in the War Fortress.”

…

After the questioning, Richard looked at Susanna nervously, unsure of the outcome.

Although his account was accurate, he had blurred many details concerning Ulysses. If pressed further, he would have a hard time responding.

Susanna glanced at him.

“There’s no issue, this is just a routine check for significant intelligence.

Also, there’s no need to worry about Ali. I’ve created a Life Box for her, and since it has not been activated, she should be fine.”

Hearing this, Richard breathed a sigh of relief, instantly feeling less worried.

Ali’s situation had always been a burden on his mind, and knowing now that she was alright certainly made him feel much lighter.

Susanna clapped her hands, and the two returned to the Command Room. The Black Tower Great Wizard took Susanna’s report, glanced at it, and then waved Richard off.

“There’s nothing more, you’ll receive your reward for the intel soon. Get ready in the meantime; the counter-attack from the bugs is coming.”

Upon hearing this, Richard bowed to the Black Tower Great Wizard and then left the room.

After the door closed, the Black Tower Great Wizard suddenly stopped his student.

“Little Susanna, this kid is a One Ring Wizard, right? And he has some connection with that student.”

“Yes, Master.”

The Black Tower Great Wizard sipped his red tea, looking at Susanna’s record with a slight smile.

“It’s not easy for a One Ring Wizard to achieve this much; pick a relatively safe mission for him next time. After all, he is a student from our Academy, and who knows, he might end up in this Command Room one day.”

…

Leaving the Command Tower, Richard quickly arrived at the Synthetic Beast Factory where Jolod was.

“You want active Flesh?” Jolod looked at his student, rubbing his temple with a headache.

“Yes.”

Richard stood opposite Jolod, looking at him somewhat nervously.

Ulysses’s body needed a large amount of active Flesh, and the Flesh Tentacles produced by Richard were far from enough.

After a moment of contemplation, Jolod finally spoke up:

“How much? The insects are about to counter-attack; active Flesh isn’t so readily available like before.”

Richard nodded repeatedly, “Not much, just about one hundred kilograms.”

Jolod exhaled and took out a Magic Pocket from his waist and handed it to Richard.

“Ah, take more.”

Richard noticed that Jolod seemed a bit off and asked carefully:

“Teacher, are you dealing with something bothering you?”

“…Nothing, your Master Brother, Eric, died a month ago.”

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