Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 303 - 302 Discovered
Chapter 303: Chapter 302: Discovered?!
Chapter 303: Chapter 302: Discovered?!
Moments later,
At the edge of White Stone City, Richard appeared in front of a courtyard. Under the cover of night, he looked at the courtyard, knowing this was Eva’s residence.
According to Angel, after Eva and other leading wizards from the Wizard Organization arrived at the White Stone Tower Academy, the Academy had specially arranged accommodations for them. However, many of them chose to rent other courtyards elsewhere in White Stone City. After all, wizards have their secrets to keep, and staying in the Academy could easily expose them.
Evidently, Eva was one of them.
“Let me see what secrets you’re hiding,” Richard muttered to himself, his body stealthily moving towards the courtyard.
After infiltrating the courtyard, Richard saw pitch darkness around him. He activated the “Pearce’s Neural Sensitivity Technique” on the No.1 Ring to enhance his perception and noticed complete silence. It seemed that Eva hadn’t returned due to some matter. Perhaps she had gone out to track down her target and steal books again—or something of the sort.
With these thoughts in mind, Richard approached the rooms in the courtyard, carefully and quickly searching for the items he wanted—the books in Eva’s possession.
Soon enough, on the desk in the courtyard’s study, he spotted the books.
Perhaps Eva had placed too much trust in the security of White Stone City, or she simply hadn’t considered the possibility of someone daring to steal a wizard’s belongings. The five books were laid carelessly on the desk.
Richard flipped the books to the last page and found, just as he suspected, the Black Spirit Empire’s symbol—a black circle, a triangle, and a vertical line.
“Hmm… it seems she indeed has an interest in the secrets of the White Stone Tower and the Black Spirit King,” Richard thought to himself. He hastily gathered the books and stowed them in the Space Iron Ring. After another thorough search in the corners of the other rooms, ensuring no other hidden books were missed, he prepared to leave.
Passing through the living room, he saw a wooden rack with a wooden cup on it containing a small amount of water and lip marks on the edge—it looked used. He paused.
Richard’s eyes twinkled, he flipped his hand, and from the Space Iron Ring produced a tiny glass vial, pouring some of the white powder it contained into the cup.
The powder added to the water was the infamous potassium cyanide. Only a dose the size of a rice grain was needed to ensure certain death.
Although Richard’s primary reason for coming to Eva’s courtyard was to find the books, considering Eva’s malice towards him, he didn’t mind killing her.
Killing someone by brute force, resorting to violence, was unwise—it was the last resort of the incompetent.
Sometimes, to kill someone, there was no need for a direct confrontation—just a secretive, small act, like now.
Seeing the white powder dissolve, Richard turned and left, feeling secure in the knowledge that as long as Eva drank the water from the cup, survival was impossible.
Of course, this wasn’t to say that potassium cyanide’s toxicity was insurmountable. Its toxicity was strong, but according to Earth’s medical treatments, it was treatable.
The treatments included inhaling Nitrite Isopentyl Gas, intravenous injections of Sodium nitrite or Methylene Blue, 4-Dimethylaminophenol, Hydroxycobalamin, Sodium Thiosulfate, and other antidotes, along with oxygen therapy, ventilator support, hyperbaric oxygen therapy, and diuretics as supportive measures.
If Eva could actually manage these, or achieve similar effects through magic, then Richard felt it was acceptable: If he didn’t kill her this time, there would be a next time. Currently, he was in the shadows and Eva was in the light; he wasn’t afraid at all.
Richard paced out, ready to leave the courtyard and go back to the laboratory, when suddenly his ears perked up, having caught something. He halted mid-step and swiftly darted into an inconspicuous corner of the courtyard.
“Tap tap tap…”
Not long after, footsteps sounded, followed by a “creak” as the courtyard door opened, and a figure entered. The person had a frosty expression, sporting a scarlet robe adorned with skull patterns, emanating an odor of blood—it was Angel’s teacher, Eva.
“Drip drip drip…”
Eva’s arms hung naturally at her sides as she walked towards the room, and with each step, drops of blood slid from her fingers and fell to the ground.
When she reached the door of the room, Eva’s arms shook slightly, scattering a string of blood droplets on the floor, leaving her hands clean. Clearly, this blood was not hers; otherwise, she would not have been so careless.
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“Tap tap tap…”
Eva walked into the room and with a wave of her hand, a glass on a wooden shelf flew into her hold, controlled by an invisible force, with a “snap.”
Eva’s lips parted slightly several times, the air stirred, and moisture from the air condensed into water drops that steadily fell into the cup, filling it halfway in a moment.
Carrying the cup, she walked to a corner, where a drawer opened automatically. The drawer slots holding barley grains and fresh flower petals animated like living elves, dancing into the cup.
Her lips parted again, and the water in the cup began to boil, billowing steam rising up. But as quickly as it appeared, the steam dissipated—bringing the temperature of the tea in the wooden cup down to the perfect drinking temperature.
After glancing at the petal tea that bore a medieval style, Eva nodded in satisfaction, not noticing anything amiss, and carried it to her lips. But the next moment, as if remembering something, she did not drink the tea and instead carried the cup into the study.
Upon nearing the study and seeing the empty desk, Eva paused.
With a sweep of her hand, “whoosh,” all the candles and oil lamps in the study lit up, brightening the room, yet there was no sign of any missing books on the desk or any corner of the study.
This!
Eva frowned, pacing slowly back to the courtyard with the cup in hand, her gaze sweeping the area with a hint of suspicion.
She was not one with an extraordinary memory, so she was uncertain whether the missing books had been stolen, or she had simply placed them somewhere and forgotten.
While frowning in thought, Eva brought the cup of tea to her lips, the cup tilted, her lips parted, and the liquid flowed towards her mouth.
But just antes the tea touched her lips, Eva’s gaze sharpened as if she had noticed something, and she called out sharply, “Who’s there! Come out!” As she spoke, she hurled the cup to her mouth with force, like a dart, aiming it at the doorway.
“Snap!”
The next moment a faint noise sounded, the air at the doorway twisted, a hand reached out and caught the cup steadily, not spilling a drop of tea.
A man clad in black robes appeared in the courtyard, his gaze chillingly cold as he looked at Eva, followed by a curvaceous woman stepping out from outside the courtyard gate, glancing at the man holding the cup, and with a magnetically masculine voice said, “Suo Men, I told you, pure visual disguises are easily uncovered, yet you didn’t believe it. You’ve lost our bet this time, don’t forget to transfer the points to me afterward.”
