I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 237 - 224 We Come From Green Riel of Wizard Land (Please Subscribe)
Chapter 237: Chapter 224 We Come From Green Riel of Wizard Land (Please Subscribe)
Darkness, hunger, pain…
Under a dazzling sunlight, Abel groggily woke up, only to feel a sharp pain on the right side of his face.
Owen’s last punch, whether intentionally vengeful or not, was very heavy, causing his entire right cheek to swell up.
But Abel no longer cared about that, as he quickly realized that his hands were bound by a strange set of shackles, and what terrified him more was that his magic power had also been suppressed.
“These are shackles made from Magic-Repelling Stone, which can inhibit a wizard’s ability to cast spells,” a voice quickly resonated within the room.
Abel immediately turned his head to look, and there stood the sinister figure, like a demon, not far off, along with that shameless middle-aged man who had pretended to be a cripple to deceive him, and a teen who was almost an adult.
It’s over… Abel’s face turned deathly pale, understanding all too well that he had been captured, and he couldn’t help but think back on the horrifying methods of torture.
He had heard that every wizard captured by the Church would face extremely cruel torture; regardless of whether they divulged information, the end result was always being sent to the stake, to be burned to a crisp.
With this thought in mind, Abel bit his lip and placed his hands freely on his legs, his index and middle fingers gently pressing as though searching for something.
“No need to search, to prevent you from doing anything rash, I’ve already removed it for you,” Lynn said as he extended his right hand, revealing a small ironwood baton the length of a finger in the palm of his hand, inscribed with a series of fine runes.
The item had been very cleverly hidden in a pocket within his robe, likely to be used to commit suicide or to take enemies down with him in special circumstances.
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Seeing his last resort now in Lynn’s hand, Abel’s face turned ashen, and he slumped against the white wall behind him as if he had lost all his bones.
“Don’t worry, we actually don’t mean any harm,” Lynn slowly said.
“Save your breath, I won’t tell you anything!” Abel interrupted with a cold laugh.
Abel’s disagreeable attitude left Lynn quite speechless, but he also understood that having just beaten the man, he was probably still angry. After thinking about it, he went on to say, “In fact, we come from the land of wizards, Greenryl!”
Greenryl? Abel paused for a moment, having naturally heard of this legendary sanctuary for wizards.
Rumors suggested it was a paradise for wizards, free from the Church’s power and from witch hunters, where everyone could freely study witchcraft and expound on their own magical theories.
Abel had always been skeptical about such rumors and didn’t believe such a place could exist.
The real sanctuary for wizards could only be created by the great master Anthony, a true kingdom belonging to wizards!
“Since you say you come from the land of wizards, where is your proof?” Abel sneered. “Everyone in the kingdom of Hardrata knows that William is the supporter of the Great Prince, a lapdog of the Church. Aren’t you just working for William in hopes of begging the Church for forgiveness, hoping that the Cardinal will have a change of heart and spare your lives?”
“I can tell you that will never happen. The day you lose your usefulness is the day you’ll be tied to the stake and burned…” Abel said mockingly.
“You might have gotten one thing wrong, to be precise, it’s William who is working for me, his closeness to Harold was merely a cover for his identity.”
Lynn spoke calmly to explain, also somewhat surprised, as by Abel’s demeanor, it seemed he didn’t have much understanding of the Wizard Land.
William had been in the Kingdom of Hadlata for over a decade, yet he hadn’t had any contact with the local wizards—could it be that Helram had made him do some dirty work when he was employed by him, which left William with a deep-seated resentment towards wizards?
Lynn suddenly realized that although Helram had left him some inheritance, it was more of a pitfall!
“Of course, I can give you evidence, but in return, you need to tell me which school you come from, who the leader is…” Lynn continued. “Also, I have done some research on electromagnetism, perhaps we can share our experiences sometime.”
“So you want to pry into the secrets of Thunder Magic…” Abel immediately seemed to have seen through Lynn’s intentions, his expression turning wary in an instant.
Thunder Magic was a treasure of the entire school, one that Master Anthony had risked his life for, enduring hundreds of lightning strikes to gradually figure out!
Abel would not allow such important secrets to be leaked from him. He immediately adopted a defiant expression as if prepared to die rather than succumb to trickery, and from that point on, remained silent no matter how Lynn inquired, the very picture of quietude.
Seeing Abel’s uncooperative stance, Owen, who was standing by, rolled up his sleeves, ready to rough him up a bit to get him to talk sense, but Lynn stopped him with a gesture.
“Since you have doubts about us, why don’t you stay here for a while? I believe you will soon see differently.” Lynn didn’t choose to explain at length but rather generously allowed Abel some time to think it over.
The other wizard’s level wasn’t low, being a third-ring wizard just like Lynn, who did not have the ability to use Spiritual Magic to break through Abel’s mental defenses to access his memories.
Severe torture didn’t seem like too good an idea either; he didn’t want to push a group of potential allies to the opposition.
Especially now with William’s stance uncertain, these wizards who had been rooted in the Kingdom of Hadlata for a long time were even more worth winning over.
It would not be difficult to do away with William, but the tricky part was handling the aftermath and avoiding the Church’s notice…
Lynn gave a few orders to Owen to “take good care” of Abel, then walked out with Laud. A few minutes later, he ordered an attendant to bring some food and placed it on the table.
Having tracked Laud for several days, and having just been through a tough battle, Abel was both tired and hungry. The white bread, sausages, steak, and roasted fish on the table were like a devil’s temptation, ceaselessly drawing his attention.
Abel swallowed hard, but quickly thought that the food must have been laced with some substance that would bewitch him into divulging important information as soon as he ate it.
“Aren’t you eating?” Owen asked, puzzled.
Abel, who thought he had ‘seen through everything’, shook his head resolutely, indicating he wouldn’t touch it!
Owen didn’t bother with Abel and picked up a fragrant steak, biting into it heartily, soon cleaning out all the food on the table, not leaving anything for Abel.
Could it be that the food was really safe? Seeing Owen eat with such relish, even Abel couldn’t help swallowing his saliva, caught in the struggle between reason and hunger…
