Chapter 250 - Chapter 250: 115. Knowledge Profits Immensely (1/2)

Chapter 250: 115. Knowledge Profits Immensely

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At the same time when Noland Lee was running around collecting alchemy materials, Philia came to another building with a faint look of worry, knocking on one of the room doors. “Knock, knock, knock…”

“Come in, Philia.”

A gracious female voice came from inside the room.

Philia pushed the door open, seeing a woman reading a newspaper under the afternoon sunlight.

If Noland Lee were here, he would recognize this woman instantly. This was the noblewoman who introduced the “Sleeping Monument Master” magic mark to Philia, her mentor.

Even in the crowded, polluted Lower Town, this noblewoman’s appearance and demeanor still stood out.

In her room, there were alchemy plants arranged to absorb noise and air pollution, which protected her from haze and workshop noises and maintained

“Teacher, Ray Lee just came by. I bought seven black bone pieces and one piece of information about the Blackbone Hermit from him…”

Philia closed the door gently and recounted her previous transactions:

…Ray Lee declined my invitation to track the Blackbone Hermit together. Teacher, we must find another Death Clan Wizard to help us, or use our own researched death-type magic artifact in advance. Otherwise, we could hardly harm the Blackbone Hermit with our extraordinary techniques alone.”

“Hmm, Philia, Ray Lee’s refusal to join us was within my expectations. The wizards under the ‘Sleeping Monument Master’ are like that, focusing only on their tasks and avoiding external interference.”

The noblewoman put down her newspaper, pushed her glasses up with her fair fingers, and said gently:

“Here’s what we’ll do, Philia. Our self-developed death-type magic artifact is still a bit undercooked and could potentially harm the user accidentally, so let’s invite other Death Clan Wizards to help us instead…” The noblewoman twirled her fingers in the air.

A register flew out of a drawer and floated in mid-air.

The pages of the register flipped slowly, and the noblewoman muttered:

“In the Lower Town of Union City, apart from Ray Lee, there should be seven other Death Clan Wizards. Two of them are observers placed here by the Death Herald Guild. Excluding them, there are five Death Clan Wizards left; only the

Soul Shapers’ subordinates are relatively easy to get along with.”

A sheet of paper flew out of the register and floated into Philia’s hands.

Philia read it silently:

“Hickman Arlington, a wandering wizard of the ‘Soul Shaper,’ is researching the possibility of capturing the souls of aberrations and shaping them into aberration soul beasts…”

Philia looked up, a hint of confusion in her eyes:

“Teacher, this wizard seems to be fond of playing with souls and is not a kind person… Should we really cooperate with him?”

The noblewoman nodded slightly: