Chapter 630 - 242: Oh, an Acquaintance?

"Whose student?"

"Legendary Mage Chahil, you should look at the signature on this report first."

"Feng Enliso Research Center, Research Institute No. 66, Director: Wei’en Loft? Feng Enliso? Isn’t that the place Boras Legend’s student, Little Josue, is in charge of?"

"So, this Wei’en Mage is Vice Chairman Boras’s..."

"It seems Legendary Mage Chahil has been focused on his research lately and hasn’t paid much attention to the school’s affairs."

Legendary Mage Chahil, who was seated near the front, was an old, short-haired Wizard with a wizened face. His skin was dry and his limbs were gaunt, making him look like a walking mummy. "I haven’t been out in a long time," he said. "Hmm... What’s his story?"

"This youngster is probably the most talented young Wizard our Ghost Soul School has seen in recent years."

"To talk about him, you have to bring up that incident in the Caster City State on the Eastern Continent a while back..."

"I heard he’s also the one who discovered the flaw in the Magic Runes we’re currently revising."

"And there was also the matter with the Dusk Sect..."

After quietly listening to the other Legendary Mages who were familiar with the name finish their accounts, he finally looked at Boras, who was seated at the head of the table. "So, he just comes from a background as an ordinary Intelligence Officer?"

"Chahil, that’s not the focus of today’s discussion."

"Boras, I don’t see it that way," Chahil said, shaking his head with a grim expression, his tone stiff. "Since he possesses such immense talent, he should have been brought back to the Ghost Soul School to receive more systematic training, not left to wander all over the world on his own like this."

"And worst of all, someone dares to hunt him? To actually hunt a genius Wizard from the Ghost Soul School—no, an unprecedented genius Wizard! This is something I cannot tolerate!"

"Legendary Mage Chahil has a point, Vice Chairman Boras. The school’s handling of this matter was not very elegant," a Werewolf Mage seated near the back said with a grin.

"Exactly. A Wizard like Wei’en should not only be properly protected, but we must also issue a stern warning to powers like the Dawn Church and the Dusk Sect."

"For example, sending their Saintess, the one who dared to lead the hunt for Wei’en Mage, back to the Dawn Realm... I think that would be appropriate for the current situation..."

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"..."

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...

Boras tapped the conference table with his Golden Staff. A faint, dark aura clung to his skeletal face, making the red glow in his eye sockets pulse with a soft halo. He was clearly angered by their words.

"I will reiterate, this is not today’s focus!"

A specially bound zombie appeared on the table. But only half of its body was a withered Undying Body; the other half was taken up by a complete mechanical structure.

"This is what we are here to discuss today!"

"Hrrgh..."

The Mechanical Zombie struggled twice out of habit, then immediately lay still.

’What the hell is this place? Why are there so many King-level Wizards?’

’Great Zombie King, please come save your pitiful kinsman...’

"Boras, I will resolve this matter in my own way." Chahil stared at Boras with his murky eyes for a long moment before saying slowly, "You may begin."

The other Legendary Mages looked at the two unyielding figures, exchanged glances, and chose to keep their mouths shut.

Unlike Legendary Mage Chahil, they were not approaching their body’s physical limits, nor had they lived through the Dark Era of the last age. They couldn’t understand his fervent desire to cherish talent.

But that didn’t stop them from offering some advice to Vice Chairman Boras. After all, a Wizard who could accomplish so many illustrious deeds before the age of twenty was a rarity in the entire Wizard World, let alone within their own Ghost Soul School.

"Alright," Anenep said, sweeping his gaze across the room and speaking at an opportune moment. "As Vice Chairman Boras said, what we’re here to discuss today is the research report on Mechanical Undead. Specifically..."

"I’ll do it," Boras said, raising a hand to interrupt.

Anenep hesitated. ’I was hoping to let this rather ill-tempered Vice Chairman cool down a bit more, but it seems that’s not going to happen.’

"Very well."

"You’ve all seen the preliminary report on the subject. I trust no one here still has any objections to the value of this Mechanical Undead research."

Boras seemed completely unaffected by the earlier disruption. He spoke with a series of clicks and clacks, "There are three main points to discuss next."

"One, whether the value of this Mechanical Undead research report is comparable to the ’Origin Trait Fusion’ report."

"Two, if it is comparable, should we choose to make this report public and use it to compete against the Shadow School."

"Third, and most importantly, do we need to fully disclose the results of this research to all Wizards in the Undead Magic discipline? Or, what standards should we establish for a partial disclosure of the report’s contents..."

The moment his voice fell, nearly every Legendary Mage present began to speak at once, unable to hold back.

"What kind of garbage research is ’Origin Trait Fusion’? How can it possibly compare to Mechanical Undead?"

"Never mind what’s at stake in the competition. Just releasing the parts involving mechanical bodies and Rune Array Board Cards would indirectly boost the power of those bastards in the Mechanical School, and you actually want to make it public?"

"Exactly..."

"Foolish!"

Chahil shot to his feet in a rage. His powerful, Legendary-grade aura instantly swept through the entire conference room. Tiny spatial fissures spread out, slicing through the space around him and causing the other Legendary Ghost Mages in attendance to frown.

"Boras, did your brain stop working after you turned into an Undead Creature? How could you even think of making this research report public?"