This Wizard is So Unscientific!
Chapter 377 - 295: Crow’s Flame! Sight of the End!_2

Chapter 377: Chapter 295: Crow’s Flame! Sight of the End!_2

Tuck cradled the [Terror Level] Forbidden Crow, scrutinizing it closely.

"The power to destroy the world lies in my hands!"

Tuck murmured softly.

In the depths of the Transcendent World, there are many untouchable worlds, precisely because Forbidden disasters wreak havoc within them.

Do not open, for once opened, the power of Forbidden disasters spreads forth.

A surefire way to bring trouble upon oneself!

"This [Terror Level] Forbidden Crow can no longer fly out at will like before."

"Before, the Forbidden Crow could be made not to eat people, indulging only in ghosts or seafood, which was of no consequence."

"But now, should the Crow’s Flame touch the ground, even the slightest carelessness could trigger a swath of Forbidden disasters. The Death Seeder is not to be taken lightly."

Such were his thoughts.

Tuck examined the Forbidden Crow with great care.

"Caw, caw..."

The Forbidden Crow crowed twice at Tuck.

Immediately it transformed into a blaze of blood and rapidly poured into the depths of Tuck’s left pupil.

Upon closer inspection, one could see the flicker of blood-flame in the depths of Tuck’s left pupil.

Feeding the Crow through the pupil; this is the best method to control a [Terror Level] Forbidden Crow.

Having done all this,

Tuck pulled out a piece of magic parchment and, after a brief thought, began to write a Magic Letter.

The Magic Letter was for two people.

One was Dr. Stan Lee, and the other was Bishop Martha Clark.

Dr. Stan Lee was an old hand with a deep understanding of the Transcendent World.

While Bishop Martha Clark was a clergy member of the Three-Eyed God Church.

They could obtain more information about the higher planes of the Transcendent World.

In the following days,

Tuck began to deeply explore and integrate into Padlin New Navigation Island while posing as an ordinary Third Rank Transcendent Wizard.

......

The relentless rain that lasted three days finally stopped.

In the afternoon, the weather on Padlin New Navigation Island was exceptionally sultry and lively.

The sun had not yet set.

"Nine-Finned Fish Tavern" had already attracted quite a few Transcendent guests.

At this moment, a Second Rank Ranger carrying a Second Rank Transcendent sword and wearing a short Second Rank Ranger robe stood leaning against the tavern’s bar, animatedly recounting his experiences in the legendary city of St. Land.

Transcendent Sequence [Ranger], they are masters of swordplay or archery, using magic to assist in combat.

At the same time, by spreading many "deeds," the [Ranger] Sequence can receive feedback from the Transcendent ecology, thereby gaining more Origin Energy Experience.

Besides, writing Ranger biographies, legendary stories, serving as a newspaper editor, and having texts and information disseminated through them are all excellent ways to gain Origin Energy Experience and cultivate one’s power.

"The steam of St. Land truly seems alive."

"Even some Steam Spirits have started to breed on a large scale, given that the steam ecology of St. Land has been seriously polluted due to those unscrupulous factories."

"But even under such circumstances, a large number of Steam Spirits can still be bred, indicating just how potent the spirituality of St. Land’s steam ecology is."

"In fact, those Steam Spirits have even begun to attempt attacks on those unscrupulous factories..."

The Second Rank [Ranger] was using his hands and feet, vividly conveying his observations and experiences in St. Land.

Paired with some sort of "public speaking" supernatural ability,

many lower-Level Transcendents in the tavern were engrossed in his stories.

This Second Rank Ranger did indeed have a knack for storytelling.

Even Tuck, sitting in the corner and sipping on the local specialty "Rock Shell Wine," couldn’t help but listen intently.

Tuck had left St. Land almost a year ago and didn’t know as much about St. Land as these [Rangers] who had come from there.

As Tuck was drinking and listening to the Ranger’s stories,

a figure appeared beside Tuck’s table.

The newcomer was dressed in a white shirt with a black vest over it, and beneath the brown felt hat was a rather fair and handsome face.

This was the attire of the wealthy and influential Nobles of Padlin New Navigation Island,

Of course, some powerful Transcendents also equipped themselves with a set for similar gatherings.

At this time, the man who looked as if he belonged to high society was holding a glass of wine, standing beside Tuck with a tall posture.

"Mr. Mage, may I borrow some of your time?"

The man asked politely.

Tuck slowly lifted his eyelids and replied in a calm and soothing voice.

"My time is always precious; you have just one minute."

The man’s face showed a slight smile, and then he sat down and began talking.

"As you can see, I am a merchant."

"Recently, my ship’s Guards suffered heavy casualties in combat against those damned indigenous sea-farers."

"Currently, I need some competent Spellcasters to assist me with escorting."

"The route is from Padlin New Navigation Island to the Giant Eagle Bay on the western coast of the mainland."

"If you are willing to help, I can offer you a reward of 1500 Magic Gold."

"1500 Magic Gold?"

Tuck’s eyebrows rose.

"That is a very generous reward!"

"Does this mean... you agree?"

"Shush!"

Tuck made a shushing gesture.

"You have twenty seconds left!"

The well-dressed man, realizing he was not succeeding, stood up reluctantly.

"This is my business card; Mr. Mage, if you ever need it, you can come and find me anytime."