This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 63 - 63 63 Ramores Secret_1

?Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Ramore’s Secret!_1 Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Ramore’s Secret!_1 Large numbers of Undead Crows congregated, and the death fog gathered.

The Necromancer Aubrey emerged from the death fog.

“We’ve seen Mr. Aubrey, tutor.”

Near and far, everyone bowed respectfully.

Even Armanti, within the small fortress, gave up control of the undead and stood up to bow.

Now that the tutor had arrived, there was no need for them to hold out desperately any longer.

As these undead creatures began advancing toward level 25.

Armanti’s defenses were already strained.

After scanning the surroundings, Mr. Aubrey slowly spoke.

“Ramore Tower has contained the erosion of the Dark Sun.”

“Personnel not from Undead Tower, return to your respective towers.”

Following the orders of the Necromancer Aubrey.

The apprentices from other towers, whether they received orders to come and defend or had come to opportunistically gain some experience and other benefits, all left one after another.

Shortly after, only about a dozen people remained in the defense area.

Apart from Tuck and Taniru, all were Necromancers.

Aubrey waved his hand, and several swirls of undead mist appeared in the rock valley passage below.

Skeleton Soldiers of around level forty began pouring out of these undead mist swirls, continuously.

With Mr. Aubrey present, securing the Undead Rift was simply not a problem.

After doing all this.

“Come over here!”

Aubrey walked toward a cave passage on one side.

Everybody followed suit.

“Should we go too?”

Inside the small fortress, Taniru seemed reluctant.

“Either stay here and be turned into sheep or go together.”

Tuck walked downwards, speaking indifferently.

“Let’s go, then. At least I want to die understanding why,” Taniru clenched his fist and whispered.

He was a smart man. The Undead Rift had been open for so long, and it took this much time for Mr. Aubrey to come over.

The situation of Ramore Tower City-State must be anything but good.

And as someone who had betrayed Ramore, he might very well be made an example of today.

…

Deep within the cave was a conference room, neither large nor small.

The wall lamps were ignited by flames conjured by Necromantic witchcraft.

Apart from the sparse crackling of flames.

The conference room was eerily silent.

These past few days, everyone had more or less received some news.

Although the sources were not entirely reliable.

But out of the many pieces of news, a vast majority were not at all positive.

“This time, Ramore has suffered devastating losses.”

Aubrey’s voice was somewhat hoarse and raspy.

Everyone held their breath and looked over.

“The city wall lighthouse defense line of Ramore has been nearly destroyed, with a large number of Lighthouse Night Watchers perishing in battle.”

“Following that, those Dark Sun Degenerates attacked the Ramore underground area, capturing or killing a large number of Transcendents.”

“Although the underground area is rather barren, it has always been a key population area for Ramore Tower.”

“It could be described as the source of fresh blood for Ramore Tower.”

“This time, the losses in the underground area were catastrophic.”

“Additionally, the Source Pool of the Steam Tower has also been polluted to some extent.”

“Ramore…its foundations have been injured.”

“If the Steam Tower Source Pool is unable to cleanse and purify itself…”

“The situation could very likely further deteriorate.”

Following Mr. Aubrey’s exposition,
everyone in the conference room was silent.

This situation was almost the worst scenario anyone could have imagined.

“Regardless of the direction Ramore takes hereafter…”

Aubrey’s voice, as always, was dry and devoid of emotion.

“Your task from here on out is simple, that is, to maintain the safety of Undead Tower while endeavoring to enhance your strength.”

Looking around at everyone, the Necromancer Aubrey began assigning tasks.

“Philia, your next task is to patrol the area…”

Everyone received their respective tasks, and even Armanti was assigned to tackle the influx of Black Mice.

As people tasked with missions continued to leave,
soon only Mr. Aubrey, Tuck, and Taniru were left in the conference room.

The Necromancer “Aubrey” seemed to be pondering something.

Tuck sat steadily in the corner.

Taniru, on the other hand, seemed to be suffering considerably.

After a long moment, Aubrey finally opened his profound eyes and looked at Tuck.

“You obtained the Steam Core?”

“Yes!” Tuck nodded.

“Good!” A smile appeared on Aubrey’s face, rare for those days.

“If possible, I would be pleased to take you near the ‘Steam Furnace’ and ‘Steam Sequence’ of the Steam Tower and guide the power of the Steam Tower to assist you in completing the Steam Upgrade.”

“But now… The Steam Tower is fully resisting erosion.”

“If you want to advance here in Ramore, I’m afraid you’ll have to rely on your own strength.”

“I understand!”

Tuck nodded gravely.

Truth be told, Tuck had thought of relying on the Steam Tower.

But… Tuck had also prepared not to rely on the Steam Tower at all.

After all, an SSS Level Talent was not just for show.

If external forces could not be relied on, then he would rely on his talent.

“Additionally!”

Aubrey looked seriously at Tuck.

“I have a private matter to discuss with you.”

Taniru, hearing this, let out a big sigh of relief.

After all, if Mr. Aubrey were to cast blame, he would surely be the first to be sacrificed.

It now seemed that Mr. Aubrey obviously didn’t care about him.

Taniru stood, bowed, and retreated swiftly.

After Taniru had fled the meeting room,
Aubrey turned to Tuck.

“What… are you going to do with him?”

“Even though this guy betrayed Ramore, now he has taken enough blame.”

“Using him to attract attention and scrutiny is a good choice, after all…”

Tuck paused.

“The true traitor of Ramore has not been ferreted out.”

This statement made Aubrey’s heart stir slightly.

It took a while before Aubrey nodded slightly.

“Yes! The traitor has never shown himself from the beginning to the end.”

“When we opened the Gate of Steam, not only did the traitor flee, but he also wiped clean his tracks.”

“The reason I have kept you behind is… can you help us find that traitor again?”

In Aubrey’s expectant gaze,
Tuck’s answer was sincere and straightforward.

“Sorry, Mr. Aubrey, I can’t do it.”

“The last time I discovered that A Grade Evil God Talent, it was just at a crossroads.”

“That sensation was as if… it was a confluence of destinies.”

“Aside from that Evil God Talent, I encountered several wizards with notable talents.”

“It was precisely because the Evil God Talent did not perfectly digest the power of the Dark Sun that I managed to perceive it.”

“If it were the Old Wizard, even if he stood in front of me, I wouldn’t be able to see much.”

Aubrey listened quietly.

“A confluence of destinies, huh?”

“Such an opportunity is indeed rare, and it was exactly this confluence of destinies that, to a certain extent, saved Ramore.”

“But…”

Aubrey glanced at Tuck without saying more.

He believed that, with Tuck’s keen Insight, there was no need for him to elaborate, as Tuck should have already understood.

Taking a deep breath, Aubrey slowly calmed his emotions.

It took a long time before he looked at Tuck again.

“There is another matter of great importance for which I sought you.”

“It is that Ramore has its own secret, and it is an astonishingly huge secret.”

“Very few people know of this secret, and over the years, only I, Belled, Oswaya, and Ramore, a few of us, have been aware of it.”

“Currently, it’s uncertain how much longer Ramore can last.”

“According to Count Ramore’s instructions, this secret can be made known to more people to explore.”

“You… are one of the individuals I have chosen.”

“Whether you can explore it depends on your ability, means, and luck.”

Ramore’s secret?

Tuck’s thoughts suddenly escalated to a new level, as he had never known that Ramore had such a well-kept secret.

After pondering for a while, Aubrey’s slightly coarse and husky voice rang out.

“Listen carefully, in Ramore’s…”

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