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Chapter 226 - 158: The Craziest Man in the World, Hat Maker【Horakulas】Arrives!_1

Chapter 226: Chapter 158: The Craziest Man in the World, Hat Maker【Horakulas】Arrives!_1

Klauk quickly responded first, saying to all members of the Wizard Group, "Our mentor, Horakulas, always said that every magic has its flaw."

"Everyone calm down. There must be a flaw to this magic."

As the Water Elemental gradually recovered back to its original state, sweat covered Klauk’s forehead.

He suddenly said to his wizard companions, "I need to contact our mentor, Horakulas. He will surely help us find a way."

"You help me control that Water Elemental, don’t let it recover!"

He suddenly took out an old, crumpled hat from his clothes pocket.

Klauk rubbed the hat with both hands, and the hat quickly stood straight. The hat was soon free from any wrinkles.

A brand-new gentleman’s hat appeared on the ground.

Next, Klauk placed his hands above the hat and began chanting a complicated spell.

As he traced the hat counterclockwise, the brim of the black gentleman’s hat began to quiver. Like a rabbit twitching its ears, the hat seemed to come alive.

Two cracks appeared on the top of the hat, as if the hat had grown eyes.

The hat constantly vibrated its brim, as if it was trying to open its eyes.

All nineteen wizards of the Group were working hard to cast spells at the Water Elemental, trying to destroy the slight recovery it had made.

Objectively speaking, this Water Elemental was only a little stronger than an average Water Elemental.

The most troublesome aspect was that it could not be destroyed and had the ability to heal itself.

This made the Wizards feel as if they were fighting with the elders of the Witch Cemetery.

Is this Water Elemental really a product of an apprentice wizard’s spell?

A summoned creature of a wizard apprentice actually hel up against twenty of them!

In the study, through the mirror, Ivita and the Old Witch heard the apprentices mentioning the name Horakulas.

Ivita keenly noticed a change in the Old Witch’s expression. "You seem to have heard this name. Do you know this wizard?"

"More than know him," the Old Witch sighed. "So, he is from the Witch Cemetery."

"Oh yes, the Witch Cemetery always keeps itself hidden. Even I didn’t know about their existence before, so this is typical."

"Very reasonable."

"Hatmaker Horakulas... He has another nickname, the Mad Hatter."

"If it’s him, it might be interesting."

Ivita sat behind her desk, raised her eyebrows, and displayed a barely suppressed smile. Her handsome face and unique character began to radiate charm.

"Why do you say that?"

The Old Witch told Ivita, "Your Majesty, the Hatmaker is a very famous wizard."

"Their family has a long history of making hats, and their best magic is the family’s traditional hat trick."

"It is said that he has a family heritage hat that can travel through different spaces."

"But what made him famous was another thing. It is said that the Witch Queen’s husband—the foolish King of Potzstan, in his youth, invited the world’s best hat maker with twenty thousand gold coins to make him the most beautiful hat ever made."

Ivita raised her eyebrows and started to smile bitterly.

As expected from a king.

Such spirit.

Seven thousand gold coins would turn one’s luck, but the King of Potzstan spent twenty thousand gold coins to weave a hat.

Ivita said, "So he definitely got what he wanted?"

"After all, so much money was spent."

The Old Witch shook her head. "The reality was quite the opposite."

"At that time, the hat-maker Horakulas was young and energetic, received an invitation from the fool King of Potzstan kingdom to come to his court. He initially assumed that his ancestral craftsmanship would suffice for the job. Sadly, he overrated himself, as well as the intelligence of the Potzstan kingdom."

"The fool King of Potzstan was never satisfied with the hats made by Hat-maker Horakulas, believing they hardly deserved to be priced at twenty thousand pounds."

Ivita chuckled. "After all, when spending twenty thousand pounds, a customer naturally has the right to be picky."

"Yes, but this customer was also a whimsical and ruthless king." The Old Witch said with a sigh: "That makes this situation extremely dangerous. The fool King of Potzstan issued Hat-maker Horakulas an ultimatum. He had to create the best hat in the world within seven days, or he would be executed."

"Under such pressure, Hat-maker Horakulas racked his brain."

"Eventually, he came up with an idea."

Ivita looked at the Hearthstone Witch with curiosity.

What possible method could be used to create the best hat in the world?

It cost twenty thousand pounds!

That money wasn’t easy to come by.

The Old Witch murmured: "Hat-maker Horakulas hauled his hat-making machine to the royal court of Potzstan and started weaving the air in front of all the guests. He told the king that he is using an invisible magic gold thread only visible to those of high nobility, who have been blessed by the God of All Things."

"And then, he made a hat out of it on the spot and put it on the king’s head."

"No one could see the hat as it didn’t exist, and neither did the magic gold thread."

"When Hat-maker Horakulas asked if the noblewomen present could see the best hat in the world on the king’s head, they immediately declared that they could, each praising how beautiful the hat looked."

"They complimented the uniqueness of its design, the unparalleled quality of its color, and then their husbands stood up, applauded the king’s new hat, claiming that the nation would prosper because of it, and everyone will receive the blessings of the God of All Things."

"Then, when Hat-maker Horakulas asked the fool King if he was satisfied with the hat, the fool King actually told Hat-maker Horakulas — ’I am pleased with your masterpiece, I want to give you an Earldom.’

Ivita was both amused and appalled.

Those nobles and the king were just too vain.

To be fooled by such a trick.

No wonder the Old Witch said that if the tutor of the Wizard Group was Hat-maker Horakulas, he might be able to spot the flaws in his magic.

This man was clever and inventive.

At the brink of death, he used this method to weave the best hat in the world.

Even the most finicky person could only start nitpicking when they see the actual product.

If they can’t see it, then they can’t find faults.

However, since the king had already received acclaim from all the guests, perhaps, for the king of Potzstan, this was indeed the best hat in the world.

Ivita asked: "And then?"

"He might have fooled the king for a while, but he couldn’t keep it up forever."

"The king would realise sooner or later!"

The Old Witch said: "Correct, your highness. But before the king got wise, he had already sold all his properties and ran away with the twenty thousand pounds given by the king. Over the years, no one had found him. We didn’t expect that he would hide in the Witch’s Cemetery."

Ivita fell into thought as the mirror now showed the corridor on the second floor. The hat that Klauk enchanted started to spin virulently.

The Wizard Group was getting more and more scared. Their magic was potent, yet incapable of vanquishing the Water Elemental.

At this moment, all of them were looking at the wildly spinning black gentleman’s hat.

The craziest person in the world... Hat-maker Horakulas... was coming!