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Chapter 333 - Chapter 333 Chapter 332 Six-Tusk Tower Wizard Association

Chapter 333: Chapter 332: Six-Tusk Tower, Wizard Association Meeting Chapter 333: Chapter 332: Six-Tusk Tower, Wizard Association Meeting “Swish, swish…”

Blood flowed into the coffin, causing it to tremble.

“Swish, swish…”

More blood streamed in, intensifying the coffin’s shaking.

“Swish, swish…”

All the blood poured into the coffin, filling it almost completely. At that moment, the coffin shook as if about to jump, the blood inside violently swirling as if boiling.

“Hiss!”

A completely black snake slid out from the slightly opened coffin lid and quickly slithered into the pool of blood.

“Hiss!”

The black snake opened its mouth wide, greedily drinking the blood. The blood inside the coffin quickly diminished until the snake had drunk it all dry.

“Hiss!”

The now swollen black snake, with some difficulty, crawled up to Petra’s neck and bit into a vein, injecting the blood.

“Pop! Thump, thump, thump!”

The snake’s swollen body began to shrink, while Petra’s emaciated form started to improve. As the blood was injected, Petra’s shriveled body gradually restored itself. Flesh appeared, skin regained its elasticity, and his head lost its skeletal appearance…

Finally, the black snake, after a special transformation, injected all the absorbed blood back into Petra’s body and crawled back under the coffin lid. Petra, once corpse-like, had now turned back into a normal old man, although his eyes were tightly shut as if he were in a deep sleep.

“Petra!” Suladi called from the side.

Petra’s eyelids quivered a few times and then he opened his eyes, revealing gray-white eyeballs.

“Snap, snap,” Petra stretched his arms out, placed them on the edge of the coffin, and sat up. Turning his head, he glanced at Suladi and Petra and let out a raspy voice filled with annoyance, “Suladi, Petra, it’s you two again! I hate seeing your faces! Every time you wake me, you never bring good news.

We had agreed that I would sleep until the day the council regains its glory, awaiting the audience with that dignitary. Yet here you are, having already woken me twice in just ten years!

Hmph, how long has it been since last time? Looking at the few new faces around you, I suppose it hasn’t been long?”

“Ten years,” Suladi said aloud, “It’s been ten years since you last slept.”

“Ten years!” Petra exclaimed, “Wonderful! That means in twenty years, you have woken me up three times! Twice in ten years, three times in twenty, then four times in thirty, and in forty years…”

“Enough, Petra!” Suladi interrupted, “Stop complaining. You know, the organization has had serious problems, and that’s why we’ve woken you. Come, let’s resolve these issues together, for the council, for the Black Spirit.”

“Damn it!” Petra cursed, “It’s always the same thing with you, not even bothering to change it up!”

Despite his words, Petra slowly stood up from the coffin and stepped out, walking alongside Suladi and Adod. The other Black Robed Men quickly followed them from behind.

Muffled voices of their conversation drifted faintly.

“…what exactly is going on that you had to wake me…”

“…hmm? So you mean, someone is targeting our council?”

“… Damn it! How dare they provoke our Council? Destroy them!”

…

At the heart of White Stone City lay the complex of the White Stone Tower Wizard Association.

The White Stone Tower Academy was part of this complex, located on the outer ring. At the core of the complex were six connected white towers, dozens of meters high, majestic and imposing, like six fangs jutting out from the earth, belonging to some ancient behemoth; hence they were called the Six-Tusk Tower.

Later that day, in the great hall at the top of the third Stone Tower of the Six-Tusk Tower, a Wizards’ meeting, attended by the wizards of the White Stone Tower, was underway.

…

Inside the hall.

The golden blaze of the setting sun poured through the massive windows on all sides, casting golden silhouettes on the floor, as if they were coated in gold. Atop the gold-coated floor stood a blue stone dais, upon which rested a long black table, behind which a row of hardwood seats was arranged, now occupied by just one person–Mephisto.

Opposing the stone dais was a semi-circular, tiered seating area. Each seat was fixed to the ground, immovable, and numbered in the hundreds. At this time, more than half of them were occupied by White Stone Tower wizards. Many of them had been summoned to the meeting on short notice and were confused, asking their more familiar colleagues for information.

“Mengkesi, do you know what this is all about?”

“Reksha, I heard it’s someone disrupting the Order of White Stone City.”

“Such a trivial matter, and they need to hold a Wizards’ meeting? Mephisto hasn’t gone mad, right? Just send someone to deal with it.”

“Keep your voice down. If you’re heard, you’ll regret it. I don’t know the exact situation; we’ll understand once it starts.”

“Boring, I was busy researching new spells…”

“…”

…

“Clack!”

Mephisto, sitting on the high platform, lightly tapped her finger on the table in front of her. Under the influence of some spell, it emitted a sound no less thunderous than a wooden gavel, instantly quieting the noisy hall.

Mephisto spoke to everyone present, “This Wizards’ meeting is clear to many, yet unclear to others. Let me explain it again.

The main reason for this meeting is that someone has been disrupting the Order of White Stone City. Perhaps some of you think this is a minor issue, and that I have gone mad to convene a Wizards’ meeting over it, that we should simply send someone to resolve it rather than waste time you could spend studying ‘trashy new spells’!”

While Mephisto spoke, Reksha, who had complained earlier, instinctively lowered his head and glanced sideways at his companion wizard, Mengkesi, unable to resist muttering, “Damn, she really did hear us, I…”

Reksha was about to express further complaints when he suddenly thought better of it and closed his mouth, sitting quietly in his seat.

Mephisto’s eyes swept over, glancing at Reksha, and with a cold snort, she continued, “Here, I want to tell everyone at this Wizards’ meeting that this matter is not as simple as you might think.

The person disrupting the Order of White Stone City isn’t someone that can be dealt with casually. If taken lightly, it could cause severe damage to our White Stone Tower.

Before the meeting, Macbeth and Armstrong, two Level One High Order Wizards, had already encountered this individual, and despite their full effort, they were still severely injured. Had it not been for other wizards from our White Stone Tower arriving at the scene to scare off the attacker, Wizards Macbeth and Armstrong might have been sacrificed!”

The wizards in the seating area were startled, displaying looks of surprise as they realized the gravity of the situation.

Reksha, who had been bowing his head, also looked up, blinking earnestly.

Mephisto scanned the audience once more and continued speaking.