Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems

Chapter 416: Eric Loses All His Ghostwriters

In the White Dragon Tower, Eric had an independent office at the Magic Gem University and an independent research team. Of course, the wizards within this research team were basically all in cahoots with him.At this moment, Eric suddenly slammed the table. His pupils turned pure black, demonic patterns appeared on his skin surface, and tremendous dark energy spread outward in all directions with him as the center. That magical pressure transformed into devouring dark caverns, from which scorpion-like tails extended, trying to drag surrounding objects into them.

In fact, quite a few tables and equipment in the entire office were directly swept into the dark caverns by the scorpion tails and suppressed by the heavy dark energy within the caverns.

The Plutarch family's Scorpion Woman bloodline could create dark caverns. Inside the dark caverns was a place where dark energy was highly condensed, so magical pressure there would become extremely exaggerated. One's own magical pressure would be amplified ten times or even twenty times there, then form a force like gravity to crush wizards or objects swept into it with magical pressure.

It was said that Grand Wizard Sulla's research on the Dark Cave Scorpion Woman could create a dark cavern that amplified one's magical pressure a hundred times. Once that dark cavern formed, it would produce world-destroying results.

At that moment, Eric was incomparably furious. Even though quite a few wizard confidants and friends around him wanted to persuade him to stay calm and not destroy the office, there was no way.

Many magical items people had placed in the office were directly absorbed into Eric's dark caverns and damaged.

Waves of magical energy were released from the dark caverns. Those were magical fluctuations caused by damaged magical items, which offset the dark caverns, making Eric's dark caverns disappear.

Only then did Eric calm down somewhat, "Damn Locke Augustine. A mere outsider actually throwing his weight around in our Plutarch family. Just a civilian wizard, what difference is there from those lowly commoners?"

"He actually dares to pull one of my commonly used ghostwriters into his ridiculous research group."

"I only found out a week later. No wonder during this week, that ghostwriter hasn't come to find me once." Eric's face showed a cold expression, "Damned ghostwriter. Does he think he's found a new patron? He was quite useful, and quite well-behaved too. Recently he's been increasingly obedient to me. How could he suddenly do this kind of thing? He must have been instigated by that Augustine."

Eric's cousin, Julian Plutarch, said, "What can you do? He's currently a favorite by the acting family head's side, specially opening projects to accumulate wealth for Alicia. Look, recently they're doing some Cloud Marsh Cup thing, a magical plant competition I've never even heard of before. Isn't this deliberately accumulating wealth for Alicia?"

Fury flashed in Eric's eyes, "So what? My son is about to marry a witch from the Basil family. After marriage, I'll have another Jackal Leopard bloodline refinement factory in my hands. That's a First Circle rare-level bloodline transformation manufacturing factory, an important asset of our Plutarch family. As long as this Jackal Leopard bloodline refinement factory comes into my hands, it's better than ten projects he and Alicia create."

When Eric thought about Locke stealing his ghostwriter from him, his expression became ugly, "Forget it. After I topple that yellow-haired little girl, I'll settle accounts with that wizard from outside."

Eric originally wanted to use his authority to transfer Montgomery back from Locke's research group, but he suddenly recalled the scene when Locke came to visit last time. His heart immediately became afraid, so he gave up this idea.

"I have plenty of ghostwriters. I'm not lacking him. There are plenty of civilian wizards willing to serve me in exchange for those laughable resources that flow from between my fingers." Eric sat back down and nodded slightly to the wizards in the office, "Sorry, everyone. I really lost my composure just now."

The wizards couldn't say much and could only act as if everything was normal.

Eric then said to Julian, "Those civilian wizards are very easy to use. Their appetites aren't large. They're very easily satisfied. I just give them a little something, and they'll be deeply grateful to me. I have plenty of ghostwriters. This year I'm still planning to publish several more Association A-rank articles. I have a bloodline studies-related project in hand, also managed by one of my ghostwriters. If she can produce results this year, I estimate I'll get an S-rank article related to bloodline studies this year."

Eric smiled, "At that time, I can use this S-rank article as a reputation, attract large amounts of family funding, and get a large sum of money from that yellow-haired girl. With that money, I can buy people's hearts."

"It's far from time for a little girl to be in charge of the Plutarch family. Oh right, recently my sister also seems to want to persuade Alicia to let her several brothers, especially her eldest brother, help. Hahaha, that eldest nephew of mine is just an idiot." Eric conversed cheerfully.

The next moment, a first-class wizard apprentice delivering letters placed several letters on his desk.

Eric scanned the letters, immediately stood up anxiously, and once again fell into rage. The Scorpion Woman demonic patterns on his body flickered in and out of visibility, "Damn it! Is that Augustine guy deliberately targeting me?"

Julian asked puzzledly, "What's wrong with you now?"

Eric was extremely furious and prepared to leave the office to reason with Locke, "That guy didn't just poach one ghostwriter from me. He poached two other ghostwriters, and one of them is the witch I just mentioned who helps me write S-rank articles."

"That witch isn't even a breeder. She's a bloodline refiner."

"Is Alicia actively declaring war on me? He actually poached almost all my ghostwriters." Fury flashed in Eric's eyes, "Without these ghostwriters, how can I produce high-quality articles? Although those three are all civilian wizards, they're indeed useful. All my articles were written by them for me."

He walked to the door, suddenly stopped, and looked at Julian, saying, "Julian, why didn't you stop me?"

Julian looked completely puzzled, "Why should I stop you, cousin?"

Eric recalled the cold magical pressure on Locke, and that gaze as cold as a black wizard's. The way he looked at him was as if he wasn't looking at a First Circle wizard of distinguished status, but at a stray dog.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Eric still chose not to go find Locke, "Forget it. No need to use force with those civilian wizards. When that civilian wizard's projects all blow up and his prestige plummets, letting the Plutarch family wizards all see his true face, that's when I'll settle accounts with him."

Eric frowned, saying, "It's just that this year, I have no one to write articles for me. To cultivate new ghostwriters will require time."

"How is it that ever since Locke Augustine came to the Plutarch family, as a member of the Plutarch family, the master here, I feel uncomfortable doing anything and feel constrained in everything?"

"In the end, it's all that yellow-haired little girl Alicia's fault."