Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 346: Chapter 62: Remains of the Nightmare Lord

It must be said, Ulysses’s words made a lot of sense, this place was the Tower of Truth, the dwelling of the Truth Wizards. Even the Dreamwalker Club at its boldest would only dare to provoke a Nightmare Lord.

But just a mere Nightmare Lord, daring to cause trouble at the Tower of Truth? Do they really think the Tower of Truth is merely a residential layer?

With newfound confidence, Richard landed on the ground. He pulled out the Mithril Magic Wand from his pocket, and then bestowed upon himself two layers of Spiritual Protection.

This wasn’t the Nightmare World, the Nightmare World’s ability to turn falsehood into reality shouldn’t appear here, so Richard focused the protection on the spiritual level.

The kind of unreasonable dream-infiltrating power of the Nightmare Red mist was known as the killer of all below the Great Wizards. If one couldn’t see through the Nightmare’s disguise, even a Wizard of the Three Rings would die in the nightmare.

Richard stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.

Ding-ding-ding…

A jarring doorbell sound emanated from within the Wizard Tower.

Richard frowned slightly, the doorbell sound seemed merely noisy at first listen. But if one listened carefully, one would discover many subtle wails hidden within the sound.

For a wizard with sensitive hearing, this sound was almost like coming straight from Hell, sending chills down one’s spine.

Richard waited for a moment, but there was no sign of any wizard coming out from the tower.

“Could it be that they’re not in today?” Richard guessed.

Just as Richard was about to leave, the great door of the Wizard Tower suddenly opened.

A wizard with a withered face, akin to a dried corpse, walked out from the Wizard Tower.

Looking at this wizard, Richard inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. He searched his memory, and quickly matched the somewhat terrifying face before him with a face from his memory.

Richard was horrified to discover that this wizard, looking like a dried corpse, was supposed to be the chairman of the Dreamwalker Club.

When Richard had met him years ago, he was a Second Ring Wizard full of vigor, holding boundless hope for the future.

But the wizard now before him, not only had a withered complexion, but his eyes were also dull and lifeless, as if he had suffered long torment and completely lost hope for life.