Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 58 - : Collusion? Conspiracy? _1

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Collusion? Conspiracy? _1

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The night deepens.

Sophie Lucia is still in a greenhouse at The Second Botanical Garden, checking on the growth status of the plants.

After her position as Deputy Director was temporarily suspended, Sophie Lucia did not appeal to the Tower Spirit of the Intelligent Management Center Tower at the Junior Division.

Not to mention that the reason given by the Tower Spirit was quite reasonable.

If she were to appeal, her already flawed record would be tainted by another unsightly record, which kept Sophie Lucia from proceeding.

Without asking her family for help, Sophie, using her connections and a bit of Magic Stone, immediately rented a greenhouse in The Second Botanical Garden to continue her research and experiments.

The experiment she was currently conducting was to verify the potential positive impact on the high-quality yield of the Silver Star flower by the new germination method mentioned in Link’s “paper.”

Though her last “paper” was not published, a copy was retained in the “paper” review office, and a backup copy was archived in the internal network.

So, according to the rules, Sophie Lucia indeed has the right to conduct further research based on the new germination method.

And her reason for doing this is simple: to get revenge on Link Grande.

The mere thought that that bumpkin managed to get her to lose her position as Deputy Director is absolutely unforgivable!

Taking away that bumpkin’s next research results was the first step of revenge Sophie Lucia planned.

According to the information she received, that bumpkin fell into a series of troubles after quitting the part-time job at the Third Botanical Garden.

Now, there are several groups of people who want to deal with that bumpkin.

She just took advantage of this window, conducted the experiment, got the results, published the “paper”, and finally let off some steam.

As for collaborating with those groups from the Southern District who want to deal with that bumpkin, the idea of it even coming to Sophie Lucia’s mind is a disgrace to her noble lineage.

What qualifications would those bumpkins and soil treaders have to collaborate with her?

What Sophie Lucia wants is to slap that bumpkin hard with her own method.

That slap is about to be delivered soon.

Several groups of experiments have yielded results, and the data collected so far is solid after analysis.

The results are so solid that it makes Sophie Lucia feel a real pity.

Because if the two “papers” were published together, under the same name, the quality and level compared to being separated and published individually are much higher, it’s simply night and day.

Thinking about this, Sophie felt both regret and joy.

What she couldn’t get, that bumpkin definitely won’t get either.

When that bumpkin finally finds out about it, it would certainly be a great shock.

Thinking about the image of the bumpkin’s grieved face, Sophie couldn’t help but let a smile escape from her lips.

Elsewhere.

Southern District Detention Center.

Harold Andrews was finally allowed to visit Rives Francis after three days of application.

Visiting room.

“Who are you?”

Rives Francis, wearing handcuffs and fetters, sitting on the inside of the glass wall, stared at the man in black robes across him with his inflamed eyes and coldly asked.

“Vice President Rives, I am Harold Andrews, invited by President Antoine Hilton to visit you.”

Harold Andrews wore a cheerful smile on his face, making him look very affable, like a sunny and outgoing young man.

“I’ve heard of you.”

The ferocity in Rives’ eyes gradually faded, his voice remained hoarse, “The first New Blood in the freshman year to report the promotion news to the division.”

“It was me.”

Harold Andrews gave a modest nod. From his expression and bearing, it was not hard to see that he took pride in it.

“Idiot!”

Rivers, however, suddenly turned sarcastic, offering no face, “Utterly stupid!”

A hint of surprise flashed across Harold’s eyes, not understanding why Rivers’ attitude took a shift.

Yet he was a man with a good temperament, not bothered by insults. Instead, he curiously asked, “Did I do something wrong? I’d appreciate any advice from Vice President Rivers.”

“Do you know why everyone, including the academy, uses the first to report promotion to the academy’s story?”

A scornful smile appeared on Rivers’ face, his tone mocking, “That’s because even the academy can’t be sure of who was really the first to be promoted to a First Rank Wizard Apprentice! Seeing your complacent face, do you really think you’re a genius among geniuses? Stupid!”

Harold was stunned.

After a while, he came to his senses and chastised himself: “Ah, Vice President Rivers is right, I’m utterly stupid!”

“Enough. I don’t have time for your self-pity.”

Rivers waved his hand, looking somewhat impatient, “You came to me so late, what’s the matter? Spit it out.”

“I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

Harold quickly apologized, then moved to the main topic, seriously saying, “Erick Burnalis is dead, killed by Link Grande.”

“So what?”

Rivers shrugged, seemingly apathetic.

As if Erick had never worked under him or had ceaseless fights and squabbles with him.

“President Antoine Hilton hopes to obtain your opinion on how to deal with Link Grande.”

Harold was somewhat surprised by Rivers’ attitude but didn’t show it, continuing to say, “Suppress or kill, or simply ignore, it all depends on what you think.”

“Ha!”

Rivers chuckled coldly, his expression turning frigid, his eyes turning red as if flames of anger were about to spew out, “My thoughts? My thoughts are that Antoine Hilton can go to hell! Don’t think I don’t know where Erick learned about my weakness from!”

Harold was deeply shocked by Rivers’ words.

Were the internal conflicts within the New Blood Mutual Aid Association this intense?

Rivers then stood up, dragging his heavy shackles, he leaned forward and glared at Harold.

His red eyes like blazing fires were locked onto Harold’s. His voice became increasingly hoarse, as if forcibly squeezed out from his vocal cords, “Tell Antoine Hilton not to think of everyone as idiots. Once I get out, I will surely settle the score with him!”

With that, Rivers turned and walked away.

When he reached the door of the meeting room, Rivers stopped in his tracks, not turning his head as he directly spoke up:

“Also, don’t take everyone for a fool.

Do you really think I can’t tell that you want to use me as a blade against this Link Grande?

Idiot, such an idiot! Utterly stupid!”

It has to be said, only when Rivers Francis regained his calm and rationality after the rebound of the Rage Meditation Method, did he seem like his original self.

Harold Andrews sat dumbfounded on the bench for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

He didn’t know where he slipped up, whether it was his tone, expression, or even the smallest gestures, he had practiced them all repeatedly in front of the mirror.

Yet, his scheme was seen right through.

Harold suddenly wondered, would those five guys see through his intentions too?

Would they ruin his plans?

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