High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 1189 - 251 Warning of the Wandering Wizard

Chapter 1189: Chapter 251 Warning of the Wandering Wizard

At the same time period.

Pedestrian Street, Wandering Bar, the first transaction room on the second floor.

The time to make offers on the "remnants" had long since ended, and the Wandering Wizard had just announced the identity of the winner, which was the number plate held by Korma.

This result hadn’t surprised most of the wizards, yet it left one wizard in disbelief.

"It’s impossible for someone to have bid higher than me!" The hunchbacked wizard suddenly stood up, his voice hoarse with anger as he shouted, "The number of jade coins I offered you could buy a dragon!"

Of course, this was an exaggeration. For wizards, most terms related to dragons were hyperbolic adjectives. But on the other hand, it truly indicated that the hunchbacked wizard had made a high offer.

The Wandering Wizard remained unconcerned, smiling amiably at the unfamiliar wizard, "To a wizard, jade coins do not represent everything. Magic is the most reliable hard currency in this world."

After sending away the dissatisfied guest, the Wandering Wizard returned to the room, and Korma still hadn’t left. However, she had already removed the white mask she had been wearing, revealing her pretty face.

"You are the boldest young witch I have ever seen," the Wandering Wizard complimented, his tone full of admiration, "Even among the male students at the First University, there are few wizards brave enough to remove their mask in this room and look into my eyes."

"That’s because they are mediocre," Korma replied, without her previous aggressiveness, her tone revealing a touch of laziness. "If they had completed the ceremony to become a Registered Wizard before their third year, they wouldn’t be so cautious."

"A Registered Wizard and a Big Wizard are two different levels," the Wandering Wizard gently reminded.

"A 20-year-old Registered Wizard and a 100-year-old Big Wizard are on the same level," the Witch retorted with a hint of sharpness. A smile appeared on the face of the bar’s owner.

"It’s good to be young, always so fearless," he said, pulling out a handkerchief and blowing his nose, as if moved by the Witch’s words, "You remind me of many friends from the past...they ventured far along the wizard’s path when they were very young, their fearless figures always reminding me."

When the Wandering Wizard used the past tense, the astute Witch easily understood the underlying message of the Elder Wizard’s words. Excessive confidence isn’t necessarily good; a low profile can lead to a longer life.

This was a highly controversial topic; it was hard to say whether an assertive or a cautious attitude could lead a wizard further along the path of Magic. From vast histories, people always found arguments that supported their views.

The Witch had no intention of debating this topic with the Wandering Wizard here.

Instead of wasting time in pointless arguments, she was more concerned with tangible benefits.

"Reminders are always necessary," the Witch picked up the conversation, her tone turning sharper, "If you could have warned me beforehand that these ’remnants’ were completely decayed, I believe I would have bid more cautiously."

She was referring to the recently exchanged remnants of the descendants of Satoguya.

Based on the reputation of the Wandering Wizard and the precious nature of those remnants, before the transaction was completed, no clients had the opportunity to directly touch and confirm the condition of the "remnants," leading to a slight discrepancy between reality and expectation.

The witch knew the terrible situation the moment she touched that "remnant."

For some unknown reason, the remnant of a Satoguya descendant had lost all its vitality; very few of the channels within the remnant had survived. The witch barely touched it with her fingertip and the remnant, like a piece of rotten wood, was poked through, leaving a large hole.

This shocked her and left her furious.

"You’re committing fraud!" Korma touched her side ponytail, pressing her lips tightly together.

"If the remnant were intact, would the Alliance or, should I say, the school allow it to fall into outside hands?" responded the Wandering Wizard, whose logic was also sound: "It’s precisely because it has lost many of its terrifying properties that it has ended up here, in this private room... But for you, this remnant is sufficient. That’s why I chose you in the end, and not the dragon’s wealth."

While speaking, the Elder Wizard had already walked back behind the bar, taking out a cloth to begin cleaning and wiping the recently used glasses and dishes.

"Do you know what I need to do?" Korma’s pupils narrowed.

"I often sit and drink tea with the Rat Immortal," said the Wandering Wizard with a small tug on his hat brim, appearing very polite. This answer gave the witch a little more assurance.

She did not believe in the Wandering Wizard but was willing to trust the Big Mouse.

"From what you just said... do you know what that hunchbacked wizard wants with this remnant?" Korma acutely sensed the hidden meaning in the Wandering Wizard’s words.

The Elder Wizard slowly wiped the glass, smirking, "That’s why I hate dealing with clever young people like you... always digging deep, thinking too quickly. But since this matter involves your Rat Immortal, I don’t mind telling you. That hunched wizard wants to use the remnant to create the Philosopher’s Stone... which would save many, many lives."

The witch gasped, slightly regretting her curiosity.

"You don’t need to feel guilty," the Wandering Wizard seemed to understand every bit of the witch’s mental turmoil and explained very amiably: "Creating the Philosopher’s Stone requires highly active flesh and blood, and the vitality of this remnant is almost completely lost... It’s good enough to complete your magic circle... I certainly don’t want to sell the wrong product to the wrong customers and then get attacked by a bunch of ruthless people. That would be detrimental to Wandering Bar’s reputation."

"My magic circle also needs a remnant with high vitality," the witch reminded him sternly.

"A soak in blood rich in spirituality will do the job, using a complete remnant is truly wasteful," the Wandering Wizard said nonchalantly with a wave of the hand: "Given your caution, you surely prepared a backup plan while purchasing this remnant... Whatever blood you have prepared, it will be enough to soak this remnant."

The witch sighed softly.

Every word from the Elder Wizard before her weighed heavily upon her; he seemed to be omniscient. This made the witch feel a bit disheartened.

But her thoughts shifted, and a glint of spirit returned to her eyes.

"Do you think, what I want to do will be successful?" she asked tentatively.

Finally, the Wandering Wizard put down the glass he was wiping, looked straight at the witch, and after a long moment, answered softly, "Regarding this matter, I couldn’t possibly have more authority than you. But a lengthy wizarding career has taught me that any exchange must be equal. Without sacrifice, the revolution will not succeed."

The witch’s eyes didn’t show the slightest ripple.