This Wizard is So Unscientific!-Chapter 156 - Professional Restraint_1

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Professional Restraint!_1

Chapter 156 -156: Professional Restraint!_1

Ramore Street, inside the office.

“Huff…”

Hilor exhaled softly and rubbed her brow.

Recently, there had been numerous appearances of individuals with Blood Race or Wolfman Sequences in Ramore Street.

Although several Sheriffs had come here to maintain peace,

every so often, there would still be cases of murder committed by vampires or werewolves.

Among these, the vampires’ rampages were even more severe.

That’s when the disadvantages of big cities became all too apparent.

You couldn’t just eradicate all the transcendents of the Blood Race or Wolfman Sequences with one fell swoop.

Back in the much older Dark Era,

Blood Race, Werewolves!

Those were definitely forbidden forces of aberration.

If caught, they would be the main attraction at a grand bonfire barbecue held in the center of a small town.

But in the Steam Transcendent Era where the Transcendent Sequences were considerably developed,

both Blood Race Sequences and Wolfman Sequences were allowed to some extent.

Nevertheless, this had brought about quite a bit of trouble to St. Land recently.

Just as Hilor was planning to further process these documents,

a slip of paper appeared abruptly before her eyes.

And it did so directly in her line of sight.

Feeling a slight tremor in her heart, Hilor vaguely sensed something.

Without a trace, she brushed her palm over the piece of paper, sweeping it into her Storage Bracelet, and then continued working as usual.

Two hours later, Hilor concluded her work for the day.

She stood up and walked towards her residence.

……..

An hour and a half later.

[Blue Whale Cafe], second floor.

Dressed in a casual women’s blue and white checkered skirt and wearing a black edged lady’s cloche hat, Hilor sat quietly in a small booth near the glass windows.

Her distinctively blue long curls were also tucked inside the hat,

Making it difficult for anyone to associate her with the dashing Steam Female Knight known for flipping a steam train with one hand.

The note Hilor had received earlier bore the name of this cafe.

The slip was simple, but the miraculous method of its delivery indicated that the transcendent who sent the message was no simple individual.

A few days earlier, there were reports from Black River Valley about sightings of Blasphemer Tuck in the area,

According to information relayed to St. Land by the two vice-chairmen of the Silver Crossbow Saint Emblem Demon Hunter Federation,

Tuck seemed to possess some kind of ability to deliver energy and matter.

The method was exactly the same as the one Hilor had seen today on that note.

She had considered the possibility that Tuck might contact her,

But she hadn’t thought it would be this soon.

As she looked out through the glass at the brightly lit streets illuminated by the light of Furnace Heart Fire Path,

Hilor only saw a blur before her eyes.

A bulky figure dressed in an ancient Wizard’s Robe, looking more like a Knight than a Wizard, appeared across from Hilor and sat down firmly.

Hilor took a deep breath and scrutinized the person before her seriously.

“Andre?”

“You may call me that, as it’s safer.”

The man was indeed Tuck, disguised as “Andre Ramore”.

Looking at this person she had seen before but who seemed both familiar and strange,

Hilor momentarily felt bewildered.

“I need your help,”

Tuck stated directly.

“There’s a Blood Race Castle I can’t take down alone.”

After a brief moment of astonishment, Hilor quickly gathered her thoughts and responded after a few seconds of contemplation.

“Blood Race Castles are very powerful, and they’re guarded by Earls. Even with you and me together, we can’t take one down.”

Clearly, Hilor knew more about Blood Race Castles than Tuck did.

“The Earl of that Blood Race Castle will be leaving in a few days, during the period of the Blood Tide,” Tuck explained calmly.

“Are you sure?” Hilor raised her eyebrows slightly.

“Highly probable,” Tuck nodded.

“After all, the guy who gave me this information wouldn’t dare provoke my Steam Revolver with his life on the line.”

“At that time, there will be no Earl in the Blood Race Castle, just three Viscounts of the Fourth Rank.”

“Among these three Viscounts, there’s a high chance that one will betray the others.”

“This is a rare opportunity,”

Tuck said slowly.

After pondering for a moment, even Hilor couldn’t help but nod slightly.

“Indeed!”

“Not only is this a good opportunity, but it’s also a chance to strike hard at the Blood Race.”

Hilor began to elaborate.

“These days, the werewolves from the Totem Sanctuary of the Dark Sun Church have been constrained by the Demon Hunters.”

“And our side, because of the large number of bats and the ecology built by the Blood Tide in the Blood Race Castles,”

“St. Land doesn’t have too many ways to deal with those vampires.”

“No one can easily deal with those troublesome Blood Race Castles.”

“That’s why the Blood Race has become increasingly audacious.”

“So much so that here in St. Land, some of the Blood Race even dare to kill in secret.”

“If… we could penetrate the Blood Race ecology and destroy a Blood Race Castle, we could certainly shock and deter them sufficiently.”

“They would become much more cautious and apprehensive.”

“That way, we could also secure more time for our growth.”

“Instead of getting involved in this war too soon.”

Tuck couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

Tuck hadn’t thought that much into it; Tuck simply wanted to scavenge resources inside to find foundational resources for his Magic Cottage.

Incidentally, it was an opportunity to fight tough Blood Race opponents and experience their strength and tactics.

This was also a good preparation for the upcoming journey to the Dwarf Treasure.

As for Hilor, who held some authority in St. Land and a higher perspective…

She could see much more.

She could even perceive the extraordinary significance this battle might hold.

After discussing more details, Tuck spoke again.

“I need to expand my witchcraft.”

“Do you have any Rune Magic level witchcraft in your channels?”

Hilor paused at Tuck’s words.

Her bright eyes examined Tuck, asking subconsciously.

“You… have grasped the Rune Mystery?”

“Hmm!” Tuck didn’t conceal it.

Hilor’s bright eyes gleamed at Tuck’s words.

Tuck was only Second Rank; she saw him at level 23, and his specific level might not be exactly that, but it was definitely not high.

Yet here was she, a top-level talent from Ramore with an A Grade Steam Talent.

Not to mention at Second Rank, even at her current Third Rank level 32…

Following the “Rune Holy Shield Secret Book” she currently possessed and diligently practicing Knight breathing exercises, she hadn’t sensed the faintest trace of the Holy Shield Rune Mystery.

Let alone the incredibly difficult, nature-essence-explaining Rune Mystery.

It is known that the Holy Shield Rune Mystery is much easier to grasp than the natural Rune Mystery.

Anyone who could directly perceive the natural Rune Mystery was definitely a monstrous talent.

Clearly…

The Blasphemer Tuck before her was such a super-genius with astonishing talent.

Lost in thought, Hilor slowly said,

“Three-Star Rune level witchcraft is rare, and you will not find such things even in high-level Transcendent exchange meetings in the black markets.”

“Only those big guilds that traverse through the Duchy Cerion with steam railways and steam airships could have them.”

“But… such high-level trades are not something we can easily get involved with.”

“We do have some Two-star witchcraft in the Ramore Street Stone Tower.”

“If you want to perform well in the upcoming battles with the Blood Race…”

“There is a piece of witchcraft that might suit you.”

“Witchcraft that suits me?” Tuck’s eyebrows raised.

“What witchcraft?”

“Two-star Light Magic, Holy Light Healing Magic!” Hilor stated solemnly.

[Holy Healing Technique]

This was clearly a Priest’s spell.

But for filthy creatures of the Dark like the Blood Race and werewolves, or even for the Blood Race Castle ecology built by the Blood Race,

This “Holy Light Healing Magic” was without a doubt.

Perfectly suited as a specialized countermeasure.

For Tuck, lacking a Priest’s “Resonance,” “Source,” “Recovery,” and other foundational Priest ecology,

The healing effects of Holy Light Healing Magic wouldn’t be too great.

But!

As the holder of a First Tier Bright mysterious rune, surrounding his Steam Wizard Sequence Tree, Tuck

Could definitely greatly unleash the power of light within Holy Light Healing Magic.

Tuck’s Sculpting Light Spear was bolstered by a First Tier Light rune, which led to a significant qualitative change compared to before.

The effect of the Two-star “Holy Light Healing Magic” would not be much weaker.

Moreover, having a variety of magical methods is always preferable for a wizard.

Holy Light Healing Magic would also fill a small gap in Tuck’s arsenal.

If teammates were injured, Holy Light Healing Magic could lend a hand.

If an enemy was wounded, it could also be used by him to hit hard and inflict torture.

After pondering for a while and confirming that this tactic did indeed suit him, Tuck nodded in agreement.

Having discussed many details of the trip and matters related to Holy Light Healing Magic with Hilor,

Tuck stood up, ready to leave.

His gaze lingered on Hilor for a moment, and then Tuck suddenly remembered something.

“This is my Magic Fireplace Card.”

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“If there’s anything, you can contact me through a Magic Letter.”

“Be prepared, the upcoming assault on the Blood Race Castle will be a fierce battle!”

After receiving the card and examining it for a moment, Hilor looked up again to find Tuck was already gone.