Chapter 70: Wild Wizard

Chapter 70: Wild Wizard

After the class ended, Louis kept Harold behind and asked about Muggle Wild Wizards.

“Wild Wizards? Oh, Your Grace, in fact, my teacher and I, we are actually what wizards would call Wild Wizards—we both came from the ‘Magic Enthusiasts Association’, and my current position is Vice-President of the ‘Englen City Mage Association’.”

“Don’t be surprised, Your Grace, there are quite a few ‘craftsmen’ like me in the Association.” Harold couldn’t help but think of certain people: “Of course, there are indeed some scoundrels among them…”

Thinking of these scoundrels, Harold couldn’t help but shake his head. Last time, he had temporarily and reluctantly helped Earl Crowley suppress the thing on his wife, and he wondered how they were doing now. It had been a long time since he had returned to the Mage Association in Englen City.

Harold realized he had been lost in thought and quickly said: “Mages, the Mage Association, these were things that appeared after Her Majesty Frankischko’s magic reforms—specifically referring to wizards active among the common people. At the same time, Court Wizards appeared—they were wizards specially dispatched by the Ministry of Magic to Muggle royal courts.”

“Back then, everyone was still just an ‘enthusiast’… after all, most of the key members of the Association at that time were Grand Wizards who came from various famous wizard academies. As for Court Wizards, they originally were true ‘Archmages of the Holy Icon Tree’. These pioneers once helped various kingdoms like Sorrento establish very complete magic management systems—even more complete than the management systems of the Ministry of Magic and the Magic Council.”

“During that period, every noble and governor had several mages who truly understood magic by their side—they might have been Muggle-born, or wizards from the QK family. They were all the most elite wizards.”

“The Kingdom of Sorrento almost became the Sorrento Magic Kingdom. People all said Sorrento was the birthplace of magic. And wizards from all over the world, in that era, went on adventures everywhere with adventurers from various places, unlike now, where only Agents from the Ministry of Magic could go out.”

“When people left, the politics died down. After the Witch Queen passed away, the Council forbade wizards from using magic in the outside world. Those with mana all returned to the small circle of wizards. Those left outside were all people without mana.”

“Magic also gradually disappeared from the outside world.”

“The Mage Association no longer had magic, and no longer had wizards. It was left with only a group of pure magic enthusiasts without mana.”

“And those Court Wizards, through the special selection of the Ministry of Magic, also began to be filled by people with very low mana and who didn’t understand Magic Spells.”

“We all became Wild Wizards. We became swindlers who didn’t understand Magic Spells, only had theory, and only knew how to boast and talk big.”

“More ironically, the various Associations back then, which were once full of talented people, were extremely low-key. They hid in plain sight among the cities—people did not see their shadows but knew their names, and they were revered by tens of thousands. But now, the various Associations are extremely flamboyant. Of course, they are also revered by tens of thousands now… but as for their level…”

Harold shook his head: “In Her Majesty Frankischko’s time, there were many ‘craftsmen’ like me. But now, in the Magic Enthusiasts Association, there aren’t many people like me left. The Ministry of Magic once carried out a witch-hunt, which caused every ‘craftsman’ among the common people who understood magic like me to be wanted worldwide by the Ministry of Magic and the Magic Council for studying real magic…”

“After Her Majesty Dalphinia came to power, the situation got a lot better, but it was too late. Our generation of common wizards who truly understood magic was already almost gone…”

Speaking to this point, the usually mentally unstable fatty Harold suddenly laughed, then covered his face and cried loudly.

A piece of Narration suddenly appeared before Louis’s eyes.

[Perhaps, he thought of his teacher.]

[Magic Tricks—before you extracted those painful dreams and fed them to the dog (Stuart), Harold never called magic ‘magic’; he called it magic tricks. This might have been because of the childhood psychological shadow left by the terrifying experience of following his teacher everywhere, evading the Ministry of Magic’s pursuit.]

[“Harold! Magic, this is a word that must never be mentioned! Do you hear me, Harold! What I’m teaching you is magic tricks! Not magic… remember, Harold, you have never studied magic, and you never understood magic, what you are learning is magic tricks…”]

[“Stay alive…”]

[These were Harold’s teacher’s final words before his death.]

[A group of Wild Wizards without mana, studying and researching magic, what harm could it do? And magic itself should be studied by more people—Louis was born with this idea that frightened all the wizards in the world.]

[They should indeed feel fear…]

[After all, this terrifying Mysterious Man knew how to let people without mana use magic…]

“Your Grace, these Spellbooks, I hope you can let me copy some later. You have no idea what kind of rubbish is being sold as magic books on the market in Englen City nowadays. Things with theory, yes, some exist, but the Magic Spells are all fake!”

“Many people had to create their own Magic Spells—you must have seen these people when you were in Blackhorn Alley (the Wild Wizards randomly chanting Magic Spells no one could understand). Once, common wizards were each highly watched, learned scholars. Now, we have all become the most despised people by those who reject knowledge…”

“And the worst part is, even we ourselves (Wild Wizards) are gradually beginning to reject knowledge…”

“Because knowledge is meaningless.”

[‘The Uselessness of Knowledge Theory’—it seems this is the universal value of this world…]

[And it is something propagated by the nobles who rule this world.]

[And this is indeed true. At least in the past three thousand years, those wizards with terrifyingly high knowledge all ultimately lost to wizards with terrifyingly high mana.]

[But if that’s really the case, then why did those great wizard families, the great nobles who rule this world, all break their necks and exhaust all their resources, desperately trying to train their children to become ‘Archmages of the Holy Icon Tree’?]

[And why is it that the highest positions in the Ministry of Magic’s Magic Council can only be held by Archmages?]

[In any case, those high officials of the Council and the Ministry of Magic are all nobles…]

A large stack of books was thrown into Harold’s arms. Harold looked and saw they were many magic books collected by famous Dark Wizards, along with their Magic Notes. And in these notes, there were also many corrections and annotations by the Faceless One—this was incredibly precious.

Although many evil Dark Magic spells had been erased by the Faceless One from them, they contained methods on how to deal with these Dark Magics.

This would undoubtedly enrich the library collections of Wild Wizards. The quantity added together was more than what Harold had collected over many years.

What was even rarer was that these books picked out by the Faceless One were all very suitable for beginners. Or they were things Dark Wizards used to pass on their legacy.

Moreover, many of the Magic Spells on them had been simplified by the Faceless One, and there were even many special notes added—for example, what spellcasting materials could be used for assistance if Mana wasn’t enough, or what method could be used to form an array to mobilize the Mana elements in the environment to cast a spell.

“Harold, I don’t have time to write in these books, but the Dream World in the mirror contains my thoughts. So these books, annotations, and notes were all just interpreted on the spot by the Magic Mirror using my thoughts in the dream. Therefore, these writings only exist in this dream, so you need to copy them.”

“The last page of the first book has the method of how to enter and exit this mirror Dream World, and also how to bring items in and out of here. Through this mirror Dream World, you can go anywhere. I will tell Stuart to leave a ‘door’ for you.”

“Remember, if anyone learns what I’ve given but doesn’t do good deeds…”

“Your Grace!” Harold choked up and said: “I will bring his corpse and soul to you to apologize!”

“That’s all for today, Harold.” Louis heard knocking outside the dream. He estimated it might already be past six in the morning: “I have things to do today. After I finish, I will leave a base of ours in Blackhorn Alley. If you have urgent matters and can’t find me in the future, you can go there and look for ‘Voodoo Demon Marquis Ross’… Hmm, let’s just leave that flatterer there.”

Louis walked out of the dream. Only Harold was left behind, hugging the books and crying bitterly.

[Obviously, there were some things Louis hadn’t told Harold yet—aside from developing dark forces like Blackhorn Alley one by one, he also intended to step into the center stage spotlight of history within that Ministry of Magic.]

[And today, he would take the first step on both the path of light and the path of darkness…]

…

A few minutes later.

The real world.

Early in the morning, a few little Yordles actually knocked on the door.

“Go open the door, Helen.” Louis rubbed his eyes and went to the washroom.

Helen curiously opened the door and found it was people sent by the ‘Magic Cat’ restaurant—the boss of that shop was a Yordle.

“From now on, we will cover all your meals!”

“No need to be polite! Please accept this!”

“Try it, this is a new item from our shop!”

Looking at the pile of baskets the little Yordles placed on the ground, Helen was a little confused. There was enough breakfast for over a dozen people, as if they were afraid they wouldn’t have enough to eat. And one must know, the chefs at the Magic Cat were very precious; they never specially prepared meals for others. Even ordering something meant having to queue.

This was the first time she had heard of someone proactively delivering meals to the door…

“Thank you, thank you, everyone.” Seeing them wave and about to leave, Helen quickly waved and thanked them for a long while.

When Louis, while brushing his teeth, peeked outside, he saw Helen struggling to carry the baskets inside one by one, as if stepping on mushrooms. Louis pointed his toothbrush at those baskets, and the baskets all seemed to come alive, hopping and jumping into the house. Even Helen was lifted up by a pile of big baskets and carried into the house.

Another small basket hopped up, stood under the mailbox, caught all the letters coming out of the mailbox, and brought them inside the house.

By the time Louis finished washing up and came out drying his mouth, the meals had happily climbed onto the table by themselves. Helen was looking at the exquisite meals with shining eyes, as if looking at treasures.

Seeing Helen curiously look over, Louis hung the towel on his shoulder, walked over, and sat down, saying.

“Oh, I helped the Magic Cat Boss’s kid in a fight yesterday. Let’s eat.” Louis didn’t know who was among those little Yordles; this was something he made up.

Upon hearing this, Helen’s eyes shone brightly—getting rid of evil and injustice? Being a righteous hero!

“Was it something from the office? Louis, why didn’t you call me? Next time, I must go too!”

“Haha.” Louis looked at Lilith’s former little follower and didn’t say much about the Fox Lounge matter. He opened a letter, looked at it, and said: “This weekend, I’ll take you to Englen City for a visit.”

The territory of the victim introduced by Barriff was in the countryside outside Englen City. At the same time, Englen City also had the Magic Enthusiasts Association—though, according to their own words, they were not enthusiasts. They were the ‘Mage Association’.

He planned to stay there for a while then, and just take care of all matters together.

Hearing they were going to a Muggle city, Helen jumped up excitedly. It seemed pure-blood wizards like her had no contact with the outside world before adulthood. She was eighteen this year, and ever since joining the office, she had been looking forward to going out to play. This time, she finally had the chance.

While Helen was there flattering and sucking up, Louis continued reading the letters.