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Chapter 713 - 606: The True Wish

Chapter 713: Chapter 606: The True Wish

Gustavo Flint was stunned by the words of the goblin bank manager.

Wishing Spell, this was the Spell mortals could touch that was closest to a Deity.

Compared to that waste of a Spell, Kalsass’s Deification Technique, Wishing Spell was the true thing capable of fulfilling wishes.

Originally, countless human and material resources were spent by Alchemy City in hopes of letting mortals possess this Power, but ultimately, it failed for various reasons.

If that group of top Alchemists had spent such a long time and still failed, how could a bunch of Goblins have come close to success in so little time?

Gustavo Flint said in disbelief, "All you lack is a Legendary Alchemist to preside over the ceremony?"

Donald Grant chuckled and said confidently, "Money is a very powerful force, capable of buying not only materials but also knowledge. Master Flynn, you probably don’t realize how many Alchemists are working with our bank, and many of them haven’t even joined the Alchemist Association."

"This isn’t something that can be solved by sheer numbers alone."

Gustavo Flint said this, but internally, he was quite curious.

Had the Goblins truly replicated the entire design of Alchemy City?

He could no longer care about the trivial matters of the Alchemist Association; he was more eager to see with his own eyes whether what the Goblin had said was true.

Donald Grant was very pleased, but it seemed his tactics still had some minor flaws; had he known that the Alchemist’s curiosity was so intense, perhaps he could have saved a considerable amount of money.

"Master Flynn, since you’ve agreed, come with me. However, I must state beforehand that you can still choose to back out now. Once you see everything, you must join in, with no room for second thoughts... or else..."

Gustavo Flint understood this rule; some secrets, once known, required one to either be silenced or to join. Alchemy City had operated the same way in the past, only Alchemy City had been able to sacrifice an entire capital city as an offering. Could this group of Goblins really be planning to sacrifice the Dwarf Capital?

Did the Dwarf King know about this?

Whatever the case, the Dwarf King was not a particularly pleasant character anyway.

Gustavo Flint had no sentimental attachment to the Dwarf Kingdom; from top to bottom, it was all a matter of interests, and the Dwarf King had taken his fair share of advantages from him.

The Goblin bank manager, clad in opulence, personally lifted a lantern and led Gustavo Flint into the secret passage.

It wasn’t surprising to find a secret passage in the manager’s office, but what startled Gustavo Flint was that the passage led downward, and the depth was dangerously profound.

The issue wasn’t ventilation; such minor problems could easily be solved with a bit of magic.

But common knowledge held that one must not dig too deep anywhere on the continent.

Because beneath the continent lay the endless expanse of Gloomyland.

This was a space even more vast than the surface world, and to date, no one knew just how large or deep Gloomyland truly was. Even Her Majesty, the Undead Queen of Gloomyland, only occupied a few gigantic spaces, which, compared to the entirety of Gloomyland, were just a small portion. They were simply closer to the surface, which was why most people had to deal with this Undead Queen.

This secret passage that stretched downward, weren’t these Goblins afraid of breaking through into Gloomyland?

There, anything might be encountered, perhaps even monster incursions.

Every nation had similar legends: accidental subterranean passages unearthed, followed by mysterious deaths in the village, which were actually the result of reaching into Gloomyland.

The current depth had clearly exceeded the safety line, and even the colors of the rocks around were changing. Gustavo Flint could sense the subtle Dark Magic Power beginning to pervade the air.

This place definitely fell within the bounds of Gloomyland. Had they constructed a huge Magic Array in Gloomyland?

This conjecture was swiftly confirmed as they passed through a long corridor and finally came upon a vast space.

The stench of rotting blood assaulted him, and Gustavo Flint knew without looking that this was the effect of a blood sacrifice, with large amounts of flesh and blood being offered up as the core to activate the Magic Array.

Originally, Alchemy City had done the same, utilizing the city’s sewer system to spawn a multitude of dangerous magical creatures with Magic Potions, then luring Adventurers down to explore and accumulate sacrificial offerings little by little.

What was being used as an offering in Gloomyland?

Gustavo Flint proceeded forward and soon saw numerous slaves bound and tied up.

"Subterranean Dwarves and Dwarves? How dare you..."

Gustavo Flint was shocked; these Subterranean Dwarves and Dwarves were considered close kin to the surface Dwarves. How could they dare to use such races as offerings?

Donald Grant said, "There’s no need to be so surprised, Master Flynn. To you Alchemists, all life in the world is the same, each can be used as specimens for experiments, can they not?"

"But in the Dwarf Kingdom, that is against the law!"

Although outwardly a Kingdom of multiple races, as the dominant Race, Dwarves naturally had many privileges. The simplest being that although the Kingdom had slaves, Dwarves could not be enslaved. To dare harm a Dwarf or a close kin of Dwarven bloodline, the punishment was nothing less than death.

"Don’t get too worked up, Master Flynn. Strictly speaking, we’re no longer within the territory of the Dwarf Kingdom here. Gloomyland has never belonged to any Kingdom."