Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 82
Chapter 82: 64. Genuine Attitude_2
Translator: 549690339
“Yes, Murphy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come in person.” The shadow nodded nonchalantly.
The figure, known as Morster, wore a silver mask that obscured his face and a black cloak wrapped around his body and most of his face.
There were no gaps in the silver mask, not even breathing holes or observational eyes, completely hiding this person’s appearance. His voice was quite immature; he didn’t sound very old.
Murphy stared at the metal box and said:
“Your guess was right, Morster. After Pim’s death, no one could use the Bone-mending Wand. The Death Herald Guild’s plan to assassinate Sterling naturally fell through. But I really can’t understand why Pim suddenly appeared on the third underground level and happened to be caught by me.”
Morster remained silent for a moment. motionless. Approximately half a minute passed before he spoke.
“Murphy, what do you think of Sin Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis?
“Hmm… a standard Imperial Scholar, a qualified history assistant teacher, a brave Imperial man. That’s my opinion.”
“I think you can add one more.” Morster paused for half a second:
“Such as, a patient wise man.”
Murphy frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled:
“A patient wise man? Patient, sure. If I had gone through what he has, I would probably have been overcome with a desire for revenge. He’s certainly learned a lot, but he wouldn’t be considered a wise man, right?”
Morster shook his head slightly:
“Real wise men know how to hide themselves. They prefer to control everything from behind the scenes rather than stand on the stage like Sterling. ”
Murphy laughed lightly, “Are you talking about yourself?”
“Hey, let’s just say I’m complimenting myself.”
Morster chuckled:
“Alright, Murphy. Since all the Death Herald Guild’s assassins who were to assassinate Sterling are dead, I should send Division Intelligence Unit Two’s soldiers back.”
“What about this metal box? Are you just going to leave the Bone-mending Wand inside it right here?” Murphy asked.
“Yes, leave it here. To be precise, I hope you can take it and stay out of the Legion Fortress, do not enter the Fortress, and do not hand it over to any member of Division Intelligence Unit Two. If possible, I want you to try and see if you can destroy this wand yourself.”
“Are you serious? Have me destroy the wand? Isn’t that supposed to be Division Intelligence Unit Two’s job?”
“I’m serious, Murphy.” Morster took a shallow breath, feeling a bit heavy in his heart:
“To tell you the truth, ever since the Emperor secretly transferred me from Place Six to Place Two, I’ve encountered many people and things.” “Do you know how it feels to be dizzy from all the confusion?
“Every day different people flash before my eyes, saying noble words, doing things that can’t technically be called wrong, taking care of every detail flawlessly.”
“It’s hard for me to tell how many of these slick people are aligned with the Death Herald Guild, but it’s obvious that those responsible for destroying the wands could also be problematic. I can’t fully trust them.”
“Alright, I’ll help you.” Murphy nodded, her eyes slightly indulgent, “After all, of all my brothers and sisters, you are the one I find most pleasing.”
Morster touched his nose: “Is that so? I also think I’m overly handsome.”
“Cough, back to the topic.”
“The high-level wizards in the Death Herald Guild have an inexplicable connection with this wand, and they can generally sense the wand’s location.”
“You need to be very careful when you’re roaming around outside. The people from the Death Herald Guild may not come looking for you themselves, but they can guide the people from Division Intelligence Unit Two to trouble you through spies they’ve planted in Division Intelligence Unit Two.”
“You should try to avoid the members of the Magic Wand Destruction Team. One of them is your foolish sister, brash and dominating, who only got involved in Division Intelligence Unit Two’s work because she is the youngest of the same batch of children and is particularly favored.”
A touch of disgust flashed across Murphy’s face, “If she dares to appear before my eyes, I’ll pull her hair out.”
Morster shrugged, “Nevermind, just don’t be too rough.”
“I know…” Murphy replied nonchalantly.
Morster snapped his fingers:
“Right, Murphy, about Sin Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, I have some thoughts. Although he is bait thrown in front of us by the Death Herald Guild, to some extent, I think he is an ordinary person who can be slightly trusted. The death of Pim is an example. Of course, I know you don’t quite understand what’s going on, but that’s okay, you just need to know that Noland Lee Jarvis can be trusted for now.”
Morster pondered for a half-second, and then continued:
“Thinking about it from his position, if I were Noland Lee Jarvis, what could be done to make me feel at ease?”
Before Murphy can answer, Morster answered his own question.
“Oh, I got it. Romance. Only romance can provide both material and spiritual enjoyment and can also dull the mind of a wise person.”
Morster clapped his hands, laughing:
“Then I’ll arrange a sibling romance for Noland Lee Jarvis. Hahaha. Filling him with the missing motherly love and affection. With this, he’ll be completely at “Romance, and sibling romance at that, you sure have a perverse taste…” Murphy muttered.
In fact, she was puzzled and couldn’t keep up with Morster’s thoughts, and she just blinked her eyes confusedly..
