Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 183 The Best Sacrifice
Upon hearing that it was related to a magic festival, Beta realized that this was no small matter and his expression became serious.

"The White and Grey Schools are developing a potion that will allow people to more accurately locate the magic of the God of Magic in their sea of ​​consciousness."

Ron pointed Beta in the direction of the investigation.

Upon hearing this, Beta looked down at the step block in his hand.

"They plan to sell this potion to other colleges."

Ron said.

"Would they be that generous?"

Upon hearing this, Beta's first reaction was, "Would the two academies really be so kind?"

If they had such good intentions, they wouldn't have opened branch schools and openly poached students.

"Today, while strolling around the magic capital, I came across an alchemist being chased..."

Are you alright?

Before Ron could speak, Beta asked nervously.

"What can happen to me?"

Ron asked with a smile.

"It was my fault for being so dull."

Beta bowed his head to apologize for interrupting Ron.

Upon asking the question, she immediately realized that with Lord Kong's strength, no one could kill him silently in the Magic City.

"It doesn't matter."

Ron raised his hand and said, "We are a family, and it's only natural to be worried about the safety of our family members."

"Please continue."

Family...hehe, I'm family with Master Kong...

Beta's joy was palpable.

"Today I encountered an alchemist being chased. This alchemist was from the Grey Magic Academy. Before he died, he told me not to participate in the Magic Festival, because the Magic Festival is a trap."

Ron continued what he had just said.

"So you suspect there's something wrong with the potions concocted by the two academies?"

Beta looked at the piece of cloth in his hand, which was stained with dark black ink and had dried and hardened, and brought it to his nose to sniff it gently.

"Yes."

Ron nodded.

When an alchemist is being hunted down, any normal person would suspect the magical potions he concocts.

"This smell..."

Beta frowned slightly.

"what happened?"

“It’s very peculiar,” Beta said. “It’s a mixture of various high-level herbs and… some kind of indistinguishable inert mineral powder, as well as… a very faint trace of soul fluctuation.”

Beta's professionalism allowed her to immediately grasp the key information.

"This doesn't seem to be the combination of materials used in a typical healing or enhancement potion. It's more like... a byproduct of some forbidden potion used for mental penetration or contract enhancement."

She analyzed.

“Soul fluctuations?” Ron caught the key phrase: “Soul-transfer potion?”

“Yes.” Beta nodded: “It has a similar effect to the Soul-Transforming Potion, but these ingredients… are more extreme.”

Can you analyze its specific effects?

Ron's expression turned serious.

He knew perfectly well that the "soul" summoned by the Soul-Transfer Potion was the legendary god of magic.

If the two academies are developing the same type of potion, then it would be a strong indication that they are using the magic festival to set up a scheme.

Thinking back, Barton had shown a strange reaction when he asked him to help concoct the Soul Transfer Potion.

That expression... was as if he had seen a similar prescription somewhere before.

"It will take time, Master Kong."

Beta replied respectfully, "Moreover... the specific effects still need to be tested."

"Take it for testing."

Ron understood, took out the Heart of the Red Lion, and handed it to Beta.

The Lionheart is the best tool for testing the Soul-Transfer Potion.

"Note that you must first deploy the barrier during the test."

he warned.

Beta's apothecary in the magic capital, and the commotion caused by the Soul-Transfer Potion, could very well alert the masterminds behind the two academies.

"Yes," Beta replied earnestly.

……

The next day.

“Professor Ron, I hope you can go to Grey Mage House and help investigate the cause of Professor Barton’s death.”

The vice-dean of the Grey Magic Academy personally came to the White Magic Academy early in the morning to extend an invitation.

"Of course, Your Excellency the Vice Dean."

Ron looked at Derek, the Grey Mage's Vice Dean, who had a serious expression and spoke in an official tone, and readily agreed.

The fact that the White Enchantress let him in indicates that they are willing to have him cooperate with the Grey Enchantress in investigating the matter.

Furthermore, by cooperating with the investigation, we might be able to gather some new clues from the Grey Demon House.

He had no reason not to agree.

"Master Barton once brewed potions for me. He was an excellent alchemist. I am deeply saddened by his unfortunate death."

Ron sighed in regret.

I still need to make up a reason.

Otherwise, being too proactive could attract unwanted attention and become a target of surveillance.

His attitude was impeccable. Derek gave him a deep look, though it was unclear whether he believed him or not.

The two academies are located on either side of the Demon God Altar, not far apart, and the flight distance is about twenty minutes.

Before long, Ron arrived at the Grey Magehouse with Derek, the vice-headmaster of the Grey Magehouse.

Glover was also with them, since she was present at the time.

The content of the investigation was simple: meet with each person in the Grey House who had the ability and opportunity to kill Barton, and see if they could identify the real culprit.

Yes, Derek suspects that the killer of Barton is in the main courtyard of Greymother's House.

Because on the day Patton died, he was called away from the main house by someone from the main house, and was killed on his way to the main house.

How could there be such a coincidence?

Therefore, the murderer is most likely in the main courtyard.

However, this method of identification is obviously impossible to identify the real culprit. Anyone who has reached the upper class and has a brain would choose to hire someone to kill rather than do it themselves.

Ron and Glover searched around but couldn't detect the same magical aura as the killer who had chased Barton that day.

After the identification, the routine questioning followed.

Derek led Ron toward the core area of ​​the Grey Mage's House.

Glovi instinctively tried to follow, but was politely but firmly stopped by the two grey-robed mages behind Derek.

“Miss Glovia, this inquiry is only for Professor Ron. Please wait here.”

Derek's tone was calm but undeniable.

Glovi didn't speak, but his natural magical energy fluctuated slightly.

Ron gently shook his head at her, signaling her to calm down.

"I'll be back as soon as I go."

He spoke casually, as if he were just going to have a cup of tea.

Glover held his breath and silently took a step back, but his gaze remained fixed on Ron.

The questioning did not take place in a serious setting like an interrogation room, but rather in an elegantly furnished reception room, even with calming incense burning.

Derek poured Ron a cup of hot tea himself, then sat down opposite him, placing his hands on the table with his arms crossed.

“Professor Ron, please don’t be nervous, this is just a routine inquiry.”

"Hmm." Ron picked up his hot tea and took a sip, showing his trust in the Grey Demon House.

"Please tell me in detail what happened after you met Mr. Barton that day."

Derek said.

Ron nodded.

He then recounted in detail the process of encountering Barton and being chased in the dense forest that day, but he did not mention Barton's warning regarding the magic festival.

He should wait until the other party asks the question before answering, so that he can glean more useful information.

Derek listened very carefully, interrupting several times to ask for details.

"You mean those two pursuers left immediately after seeing you and Miss Glovia?"

"Yes." "Are there any easily identifiable features? For example, the school of magic they use, or any special markings on their bodies?"

"No, they used ordinary wind magic, and all of Professor Barton's injuries were caused by ordinary magic."

"...We discovered that before Mr. Barton died, he suffered a backlash from the contract. What did he say before he died?"

Derek paused for a moment before finally getting to the point.

"You yourself said he suffered a backlash from the contract, what could he possibly say?"

Ron asked with a smile.

"I don't suspect you of stealing Greymage House secrets, I just want to know what message Professor Barton desperately wanted to convey before he died?"

Derek said.

"He did say other things."

Ron said.

"What is it?"

Derek immediately asked.

"He told me not to participate in the magic festival."

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in Derek's eyes.

"The magic festival is a trap."

Derek looked up out the window.

"Everyone who participates will die."

Derek frowned.

"The potions brewed by the Grey Mage's Institute are for turning other people into puppets."

"What nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Derek finally lost his temper. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, glaring angrily at Ron.

With a confidentiality agreement in place, Patton would never have said such a thing.

This was clearly something Ron made up.

Ron shrugged and spread his hands, giving off an expression that said, "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

"That potion was made by the Grey House and the White House together. If the Grey House had such intentions, the White House would have exposed it to everyone long ago."

"Or do you think that the White Magic House and the Grey Magic House have joined forces to eliminate the other houses?"

"Derek asked in a cold voice."

“I didn’t say that,” Ron said, looking shocked.

"However... Barton signed a potion confidentiality agreement with you. The only thing he wanted to say before he died but couldn't was about this potion."

Derek remained silent.

A moment later, as if he had thought of something, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Thank you for your cooperation in the investigation. That's all for today," he stood up. "Professor Ron, please let me know as soon as you have any new leads."

"If I find anything, I will."

Ron stood up and responded with a smile.

……

late at night.

Ron, disguised once again, visited Ting'en Pharmacy.

Inside the pharmaceutical room, a barrier was set up, and Beta was being tested.

Ron didn't disturb him. He sat down on a chair in a corner of the lounge outside the lab and closed his eyes to rest.

I also organized the clues I had collected.

Based on these clues, the new magic potion must contain a trap.

Are the two academies colluding? Or is one side secretly plotting something?

This cannot be confirmed.

However, the vice-dean of the Grey Demon Academy's reaction to the same question was more suspicious.

As for the Vice Dean of the White Magic Academy, either she's a highly skilled actress, or she was genuinely kept in the dark.

The Headmaster of White Mage's House is in seclusion most of the time, and Wendy is in charge of most of the house's affairs. If even she is unaware of the conspiracy, then the core of the conspiracy is likely deeper, or more inclined to side with Grey Mage's House.

Magic Festival...

Time passes in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Beta's voice broke the silence: "Lord Kong, the test results are in."

Ron opened his eyes.

Beta approached, carrying several solutions shimmering with different lusters and a piece of parchment filled with data, and said with an expression of accomplishment.

"Analysis confirms that this dark black substance is a residue of a compound drug, the main components of which include Awakening Grass, Dream-Calling Vine, and Spirit Essence..."

She read out the analyzed components.

Ron became more and more confused as he listened.

These high-level medicinal herbs all seem to be beneficial without causing harm.

"This potion does indeed have the effect of enhancing mental perception."

Beta gave his approval.

"Although it is only incomplete, I infer that its full effect is to provide spiritual resonance."

she speculated.

"Spiritual resonance?"

"Yes, after drinking this potion, as long as you find one spell in your mind, you can easily find other spells through mental resonance."

Beta Road.

"Oh?"

Ron was surprised.

Am I judging others by my own petty standards?

"Are there any side effects?" he asked.

“No,” Beta shook his head, “but there is a hidden threat.”

"Its effects are entirely positive, but overuse of mental resonance can cause the magic and spirit within the body to converge and transform into the power controlled by the legendary god of magic, which is the element."

"The transformation of magic into elements is a qualitative leap in strength. Through elemental affinity, they can learn advanced magic more easily."

"They won't lose themselves because of this, nor will they be subject to any restrictions on their cultivation; it can be said to be entirely beneficial, however..."

"If that god of magic wants to take back his 'power,' they simply cannot resist, right?"

Ron said the second half of what Beta hadn't said.

"Yes."

Beta's expression turned slightly serious: "If the God of Magic withdraws his power, all those whose magic has been converted into elements will die."

“That god of magic is dead. Under normal circumstances, it's impossible for him to reclaim his power, but…”

“But if someone wants to resurrect the god of magic, they would be the best sacrifice,” Ron said, expressing Beta’s concern.

"Yes."

Beta paused, his tone heavy: "This potion is less of a mental boost and more of an 'anchor' and 'sacrifice catalyst.'"

Everyone who participates in this magic festival will die as a sacrifice... This is probably what Barton wanted to say before he died.

Is it really possible for anyone to resurrect the god of magic, such a fantastical idea?
Whether or not it can be done, this hidden threat must be eliminated.

Ron tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"Is it possible to work backwards to deduce a way to break this anchoring effect, or to create immunity to this drug?"

he asked.

"Extremely difficult, Professor Kong."

Beta shook his head.

Ron knew he was asking too much of others.

That's the legendary god of magic.

They are no longer capable of fighting against others.

It seems the safest solution is not to take this medication.

The problem is, if the two colleges make it mandatory or the temptation is too great, how many people can refuse?
Moreover, people from other colleges know nothing about this and will even rush to buy it.

"I see."

Ron stood up: "Continue your research, and let me know immediately if you make any new discoveries."

"Yes, Lord Kong."

Beta bowed in response.

Ron walked out of Ting'en Pharmacy and looked up at the dazzling night sky of the magic capital.

The magic festival will begin in less than 24 hours.

(End of this chapter)