This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 115 - 115 115 320000 Black Market Bounty_1

?Chapter 115: Chapter 115: 320,000 Black Market Bounty!_1 Chapter 115: Chapter 115: 320,000 Black Market Bounty!_1 After taking a great detour, he deliberately chose a secluded corner.

Barkin had anchored his Magical Alchemy Hut on an abandoned landmark stone pillar outside the town.

At this moment, inside the Magical Alchemy Hut, Barkin, who was observing through the projected window, was somewhat anxious.

He both hoped that the terrifyingly powerful Human Wizard would find him.

Given the performance that greatly disproportionate to the other party’s level and strength.

As long as the other party was willing, Barkin believed, there would be no problem for him to return to St. Land safely.

But, he did not really hope that the Human Wizard would find him.

Because that fellow came from “Ramore.”

All of St. Land knew that half a year ago, the Dark Sun Church destroyed Ramore.

This person, who carried Ramore as part of his name, obviously had an unusual connection with Ramore.

And the thing he did, just happened to be involved with the Dark Sun Church.

If the Human Wizard learned from that Ranger about his connection to the Dark Sun Church.

Perhaps…

“You seem a bit worried!”

The engrossed Barkin jumped up in fright at the sudden voice.

The “Wail” in his hands almost went off.

“Damn…”

But when he clearly heard it was that Human Wizard’s voice.

The anger in Barkin surged up but was forcefully suppressed by him.

“Must not get angry… must not get angry… If I really got angry, my life would be over.”

Barkin frantically warned himself in his mind.

Tuck let out a sigh and spoke slowly.

“That Ranger spilled everything he should and should not have said.”

“You work for the Dark Sun Church, right.”

Looking at the indifferent eyes of the Human Wizard examining him.

Feeling his life threatened, Barkin could no longer bear it.

He suddenly raised his Steam Shotgun, aimed at Tuck, and roared loudly.

“Yes, I work for the Dark Sun Church, so what?”

“I was deceived into going there.”

“Those damn bastards said there was an ancient treasure and that they wanted me to repair the Alien Gate, promising extra bounty once it was fixed.”

“But once I got there, I realized they made me repair an abandoned Different Domain Gate.”

“If I didn’t do it, they would take a hammer and smash my head.”

“I had no choice but to submit!”

“In the end, I escaped, but all my apprentices… they all died.”

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Are you going to use Ramore’s law to sentence me to death for working for the Dark Sun Church?”

Tuck scrutinized Barkin for a moment before he slowly spoke.

“You might as well slow down, and add some details.”

“What do you mean?”

Barkin kept eyeing Tuck, still not lowering his “Wail.”

Tuck nonchalantly dragged a chair over and sat down, maintaining the same height as the Dwarf Alchemist.

“Some people are contaminated by the Dark Sun simply because they’ve been polluted in a Dark Sun environment; their bodies and Transcendent ecologies are contaminated, but they resist this corruption. Once they leave the Dark Sun area and spend some time, the contamination will gradually dissipate.”

“However, some people are contaminated because they accept the power of the Dark Sun deep within their souls—that’s a contamination of the spirit and will, of faith.”

“If you belong to the latter, then the moment I first saw you, you would have been a dead man.”

“Being coerced by the Dark Sun, working for them just to protect yourself, I can’t see what’s wrong with that.”

Tuck’s words shocked the Dwarf Barkin into silence.

After a while, he finally lowered the Steam Shotgun.

“Sorry, my temper is somewhat bad, mainly because it’s too… dangerous here.”

“If it wasn’t for my love of preparing many methods before embarking on adventures, I fear that this time, I really would have been killed by people from the Dark Sun Church.”

“Sooner or later, I will use my Wail to shatter a few more Dark Sun Church members’ dog heads.”

After grumbling his complaints.

Barkin began to recount the series of events that unfolded after he was deceived from St. Land to deep in the caves behind the mountains of Black River Valley.

Although it was because of his own greed.

But just as Tuck said, at least he didn’t believe in the Dark Sun.

“They watched me closely, and even failure to work hard would result in being killed on the spot; two of my apprentices were beaten to death right before my eyes.”

“I could feel that those beasts had no intention of letting us live.”

“Luckily, I had a mighty teleportation scroll hidden with my beard-trickery.”

“When the progress reached a certain stage, and we made a connection with the transfer station, to our surprise, there was a fallen Dragon Lord within, which attracted many strong individuals to Black River Valley.”

“As an expert in Alchemy, I was also dispatched for transport and other tasks.”

“During a break in a rather ordinary workday, I took a few Dragon Scales and secretly teleported away.”

“I thought I did it very covertly, but they still managed to find out.”

“They began to search for my location in this region continuously.”

“Then… then came the incident where I was hiding and you found me.”

After listening to the Dwarf Alchemist’s narration.

Tuck couldn’t help but sigh inwardly,
a true example of putting money before one’s life. In such an environment, one still ponders over Dragon Scales.

For such a situation, Tuck only had one question to ask.

“How many Dragon Scales did you steal?”

“What do you want to do?” the Dwarf Alchemist looked at Tuck with a hint of wariness.

“Nothing, I’m just curious,” Tuck spread his hands.

“Three!”

“What Level was the Dragon?”

“Fifth Rank.”

“A Fifth-Rank Dragon isn’t considered too high a level. It must have been injured and fled here, unable to save itself and eventually died,” Tuck said.

“Yes, the abdomen of that Fifth-Rank Dragon was torn open, the wounds unable to heal, and you could tell from the traces left on the scales and skeleton,” Barkin confirmed Tuck’s guess with a loud voice.

“Fifth Rank, Dragon bloodline, Lord-level.”

“Even a Seventh-Rank Transcendent among humans, if they run too slow, would get skewered on the spot.”

“Such a formidable being still tragically died in a remote, desolate land.”

“In the Transcendent World, there are indeed very, very many terrifying beings.”

“Not to mention, in the depths of the starry sky, there are those indescribable entities.”

Tuck reflected softly.

Then, Tuck looked at Barkin.

“After a Fifth-Rank Dragon dies, even if the Attributes of the scales cluster together, there should be quite a few in the end, right!”

“Yes!”

Barkin nodded.

“But, those many scales, they would surely be collected and stored in the safest place of the Black River Valley’s Steam Tower.”

“Hmm.”

Tuck just nodded with a calm expression, with no one able to discern what he was thinking.

Barkin wanted to say something more, but after a moment’s thought, he chose not to speak.

“You’re only Level 19 right now, I should continue providing you with forging materials!”

“Once you advance to Second Rank, we can be a bit safer.”

Barkin planned to continue fulfilling his contract, to also make himself more valuable.

“No problem, I was just about to bring that up!”

Tuck nodded.

“Advancing earlier will indeed make us safer.”

He reached for the door to the Alchemy Secret Room.

As Barkin started the Origin Energy Steam Engine and placed the Crucible,
Tuck took out the second set of Leader-Level Material.

“Are you really from Ramore?” Barkin asked while adjusting the equipment.

“Why do you ask?”

“I’m just curious, you’re so strong, your Transcendent Talent must be shockingly high, how come I’ve never heard your name before?”

Tuck’s eyebrows raised slightly.

“Have you heard of the ‘Steam Female Knight Hilor’ from Ramore?”

“Of course I have.”

Barkin’s voice rose several pitches.

“A few months ago, in a fight arranged between the students of St. Land Transcendent Academy, that Steam Knight Hilor pinned the Knight, who was a Rank higher than her, to the ground. Um… you know, that Knight’s forehead was really hard. He smashed I don’t know how many reinforced marble slabs but still refused to admit defeat.”

Tuck laughed upon hearing that.

Hilor’s temperament was indeed very proud.

It wasn’t surprising for her to do something like that.

“Apart from Hilor, there’s another famous person from Ramore, not sure if you have heard of him.”

“Who?”

“A guy named Tuck.”

“Tuck?” Tuck’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“This Tuck… is he famous?”

“Of course…” Barkin chuckled.

“That guy is a ‘Blasphemer,’ and in the St. Land Underground City, even the dogs guarding the doors know about it.”

“It’s said that in the St. Land Black Market, the bounty for the Blasphemer named ‘Tuck’ reaches up to 320,000 Magic Gold.”

“320,000 Magic Gold? That high?” Tuck was taken aback.

“Yes, it’s that high,” Barkin nodded affirmatively.

“Many people are paying attention to Ramore just because of this high bounty on the Blasphemer from Ramore.”

“So I’m curious, given your amazing strength and also being from Ramore, why don’t you have any fame?”

“Maybe… it’s because I haven’t been to St. Land yet,” Tuck said lightly.

“Hmm… that’s possible… With your strength, going to St. Land, you would definitely become famous quickly,” Barkin smiled.

As they talked, Barkin quickly immersed himself in the forging of the Leader-Level Materials.

Tuck, meanwhile, sat quietly reflecting and also waiting for the Leader-Level Materials that he was about to advance with.

The waters of Black River Valley ran deep.

Even in the Town by the Black River Valley, Tuck could sense many undercurrents stealthily flowing.

He needed to advance to Second Rank as soon as possible to be able to swim through these undercurrents like a dragon.