Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 482: 158. The ignorant are greedy.

“I am Madimanson, the commander of the Combat Alchemists. I was originally a member of the Re-forged Alchemist Association. Now, I work for the Alchemy Cathedral, serving as the Elder of the Lower Town Alchemy Branch.”

The speaker was a man wearing the standard Alchemy Weaponry of the Temple Guard.

His Alchemy Weaponry was a beautifully engraved silver armor. The metal pauldrons on his shoulders extended outwards like wings. A white cape with golden borders fluttered behind him, giving him a formidable and majestic presence.

This Commander named Madimanson had eagerly approached upon noticing Mabel conversing with the Meaty Eye.

Noland Lee quickly drew up a “Breath of the Dead” magic scroll on the spot and handed it to Madimanson for use.

Madimanson confidently declined Noland Lee’s kind offer. He glanced at Noland Lee a few times, his gaze lingering briefly on the Death Herald Guild’s magic robe.

It was clear that he was quite concerned about Noland Lee, the powerful wizard.

Mabel briefly introduced Noland Lee to Madimanson, mentioning that he had just used the Professor’s advanced magic to cleanly sweep away the enemies.

Madimanson greeted Noland Lee simply, accepting this explanation.

Noland Lee threw out a Deconstruction Technique to take a look.

The complete deconstruction of Madimanson required a high energy value of 220,000 points. This indicated that he was a Tier 7 Alchemist, and one who also specialized in the field of combat.

Noland Lee recalled that he had not seen the Great Alchemist take action himself. However, judging by the confident demeanor of the other party, it appeared that their strength must not be weak.

Noland Lee put away the extra magic scroll, quietly standing aside to observe Madimanson and Mabel’s conversation with the Meaty Eye.

What Mabel wanted to obtain from the Meaty Eye were extraordinary pieces of knowledge related to aberrations.

Questions such as how aberrations came to be, whether they were possibly artificially created, and whether they could be transformed into aberrations through the power of magic were all things Mabel desperately wanted answers for.

The answer provided by the Meaty Eye was vague and tantalizing.

It said that aberrations were actually severely out-of-control pets. Under normal circumstances, aberrations should have grown into “Winged Giants.” It was uncertain whether the power of magic could produce “Winged Giants,” but in the past several decades, it had seen many alchemists create aberrations using array formations.

This simple statement touched upon “Winged Giants,” aberrations, alchemy, and magic, precisely capturing the psychology of Mabel and Madimanson, and even subtly hinting that “magic might not be able to create ‘Winged Giants,’ but alchemy might be able to.”

This kind of ambiguity, filled with the word “possible,” was like fluffy foxtail grass brushing across the listener’s heart, making it itch with curiosity.

At first glance, it seemed that the Meaty Eye had answered Mabel’s questions directly. But upon further thought, it actually hadn’t said anything concrete; it had merely repeated the questions in a different manner.

Facing this kind of roundabout speech, wizards and alchemists displayed significant differences in attitude.

As a bystander, Noland Lee could see the situation clearly and felt that the Meaty Eye’s words were nonsense, full of bewitching undertones.

As a conversationalist, Mabel harbored an inner thirst for knowledge. Her reaction was a few seconds slower than Noland Lee’s, but she quickly regained her composure and was not led by the nose by the Meaty Eye.

Madimanson, on the other hand, obviously believed the Meaty Eye’s lies. Before Mabel could question the Meaty Eye further, he interjected.

This commander from the Alchemy Cathedral Subdivision summoned two mechanical hands from his Alchemy Weaponry. The left mechanical hand held a large writing pad, while the right hand held a pen.

The two mechanical hands swiftly wrote several lines on the writing pad and then held up the pad for the Meaty Eye to see:

“We in the Golden Federation require an all-purpose metal powder. If you can provide us with a stable supply of this metallic dust, you can temporarily stay underground. We will seal you within an array space. As long as you obey our arrangements, we will return the two ‘Winged Giants’ to you.”

“Have you gone mad, Madimanson?” Mabel looked incredulously at the tall and imposing Alchemist Commander:

“Can you actually tolerate having a descendant of extraterrestrial space pollution on your land?! Aren’t you afraid it will contaminate everything here?! Do you realize how dangerous this is? Extraterrestrial space pollutants indeed possess knowledge and extraordinary abilities that we need, but they are not pets! They are not our neighbors!…”

Facing Mabel’s questioning, Madimanson remained indifferent.

He stood with his hands on his hips, hovering in the air with the jet stream emitted by his alchemy cape, his body upright and exuding an unyielding aura.

With a wave of his hand, he interrupted Mabel’s words:

“Enough, lady. I must remind you that this is the territory of the Alchemy Cathedral. We have our own judgment and principles in dealing with extraterrestrial space pollution. Mind your words. Your presence in this pollution zone is solely because of the contract signed between us. If you continue to interfere in our communication with this Meaty Eye creature, I may have to take some measures to eliminate the noise in the area.”