Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

Chapter 536: Chapter 147 Arrival_1

New grievances add fuel to the old grudges.

Link now had another reason to kill Zoran Lucia.

Even though Link knew that Zoran’s sneak attack was most likely orchestrated by Lady Lisandra.

Probably while carrying out some plan of the academy.

But what does that have to do with Link?

Link believed that when Zoran assaulted him, he did so with the intent to kill him, showing no mercy.

Those three shots from the Star-annihilating Cannon were not only precise but also full-force, full-power.

Precisely hitting their target the moment the “Phantom Coupe” decelerated from 8 times the speed of sound to subsonic speed.

Directly piercing through Link’s multiple layers of defense, creating a through-and-through hole from his chest to his back.

All of these pointed to Zoran’s careful planning and his intent to kill!

Considering this, Link dared not act rashly.

What if Zoran was stationed within the Mixed Corps, or had some backup within?

He decided not to act hastily, and to observe the situation a bit longer.

He would make a decision based on the circumstances at the time.

If all else fails, he would retreat into the Fairy World.

Losing face is minor, how much is dignitary worth anyway?

Prioritizing self-preservation was more crucial.

The Mixed Corps Monitoring Department.

During a break, Sophie Lucia took out the encrypted inter-dimensional communicator, preparing to contact her cousin Zoran.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Tracey Lucia suddenly appeared behind Sophie, with her eyes firmly fixed on the communicator in Sophie’s hand, she coldly asked.

“None of your business.”

Sophie put away the communicator to prevent it from being snatched, retorting, “You have no say in this.”

“None of my business?”

Tracey suddenly erupted in anger, “Would our family be in such a state if it wasn’t for you? Huh!”

“What does this have to do with me?”

With her eyes flashing red, Sophie fiercely glared at Tracey, “Yes, I made mistakes. But don’t push all the blame onto me! Everyone in the Lucia family is responsible for its downfall!”

“Say whatever you like.”

Tracey’s expression became indifferent, her tone even colder, “Don’t do anything stupid, and certainly don’t cause any more trouble. Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”

Having said this, Tracey turned around and left.

Left behind, Sophie felt a chill from the palpable murderous intent in Tracey’s words, and was greatly shocked.

She gritted her teeth, anger welling up in her heart.

Why did everyone have to make things difficult for her, why was everyone against her!

Immediately, Sophie took out the encrypted inter-dimensional communicator, and sent a message to her cousin Zoran: “Link Grande is here with me, what do you want me to do?”

After quite a while, just before the end of the break, a reply came.

“Don’t act rashly.”

Zoran’s reply left the hopeful Sophie greatly disappointed.

She had thought that even if her cousin couldn’t make it personally, he would arrange for someone else to take action.

Either directly assassinate, or capture alive.

In any case, they had to deal with Link Grande.

But, she was told not to act rashly.

Was this the same cousin who viewed Link Grande as the greatest future threat to the family and felt it necessary to kill him at any cost?

“Everyone’s changed.”

Sophie muttered to herself, her face full of desolation.

She then took deep breaths, adjusted her mindset, concealed her disappointment, and nonchalantly returned to the monitoring department.

Tracey was intently staring at the thirty surveillance screens under her jurisdiction, not looking at the returning Sophie or saying anything harsh.

Anyway, her mind was made up.

If that stupid Sophie caused any more trouble, implicating the family, implicating her.

She would kill Sophie at any cost, even if it meant putting everything on the line,

The worst-case scenario was death by Zoran’s hand.

If things really came to that, Tracey would very much like to ask Zoran, is this how you plan to revive the family?

The Wizard World.

Mesopotamia University.

Zoran Lucia looked at Dean Frist, who had somehow ended up here, waving the encrypted inter-dimensional communicator in his right hand, and calmly asked: “Will this suffice?”

Dean Frist didn’t speak. He simply gave Zoran a meaningful look, took a step forward, and disappeared.

Crack.

Zoran’s left hand, which was resting on the stone table, unconsciously exerted force, leaving a clear palm print on the surface of the table.

One can’t achieve freedom without becoming a Sage!

Wanting to kill someone but not being able to was indeed frustrating.

And having to be manipulated like a puppet.

But with a goal in mind, one had to make compromises, conforming to circumstances.

All these circumstances, how infuriating!

Dean Frist abruptly entered the office of the Chancellor of Mesopotamia University.

The chancellor was waiting. As soon as he saw Frist, he immediately asked: “Have you finished your work?”

“It’s temporarily wrapped up,”

Frist sat down nonchalantly across from the chancellor, with a resigned look on his face, “But there are always unexpected incidents, almost causing another disaster.”

“That’s normal, no pain no gain,”

The chancellor also had a troubled expression on his face, “My anti-corruption campaign has also hit a snag, we’re facing heavy resistance.”

“That’s not my problem,”

Frist said with a grin, “I’ve advised you not to drag it on and make a clean break. But you wouldn’t listen.”

The chancellor waved his hand to change the subject: “Let’s not talk about this. The next phase of the plan is about to start, are you ready? I’ve received some news, the Flame and Metal Trading Company, the White Tower Alliance have shown some unusual activity recently, it seems they are targeting you.”

Frist replied with a stern tone, “We’ve noticed it on our end too, but we’re not sure which point they’re targeting. They did an excellent job keeping it confidential, making it impossible to gather any specific information or make any preemptive protective measures. We can only take it one step at a time and adapt to the changing situation. We can only hope the losses won’t be too great.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om