Everything in the world has a price, and the more abundant you get, the more expensive it will be - any wizard who has been awarded a necklace and ring by his mentor has already taken this sentence by heart, and has taken it as a warning, carefully using this seemingly magical, but also burdened with a certain price.

Cosimo Otovic was no exception – and he paid a lot of price on his way to becoming a wizard.

In Turin, the guilds of wizards, who have always been closely watched by the royal family and the Church, have always carefully passed on their knowledge, secretly carrying out some ulterior experiments or other actions, taking extremely great risks at all times, and worrying about whether they will be banned and deprived of their privileges, even though their roots are as solid as the ancient Church, and many kings have treated these wizards as guests and advisers.

In the city-states of Dominica, the rulers of the wizards were unscrupulous in demanding from their respective city-states - poor families with no money would send their dying relatives to the door of a wizard in the hope of resurrecting them, but more often than not, they would be poisoned alive by a new potion, or they would simply open their stomachs and carry out all kinds of bizarre experiments.

If such poor families still have a chance to receive some compensation, the slaves in the mines and the beggars without citizen status are even more terrified at all times—at least in Bright Star City, if a slave is illegally requisitioned and reported, the wizard can only pay the price of a sheep at most. And the wizards of the city are even more unscrupulous to use their various privileges, squandering gold and silver at will for those mysterious and unknown magic.

Of course. Even so, there are still many ulterior experiments lurking in the shadows. The incognito wizards of Dominica hid inside, working day and night to accomplish their magic and results beyond common sense and even ethics - just below the Palazzo della Signoria. In the middle of a dark and eerie dungeon, there was a laboratory, and Cosimo knew it well.

Enduring the strong smell of corpses and blood, as well as the poisonous substances that floated in the air for unknown reasons, Cosimo Otovik, who had changed into a wizard's robe, walked down the stairs step by step, and maintained the composure that a nobleman should have, and looked at the dungeon laboratory gloomily.

Glass bottles filled with colorful potions were neatly displayed on wooden cabinets, and rancid-smelling corpses were piled up in the corners of the lab...... As for those soaked in the preservative potion, it is naturally even less likely to be fragrant. Heart-pounding goodies.

Rotting livers, mutated rats, human arms with half-cut skulls and scaly horns...... Even inside one of the bottles, Cosimo could even see a heart that was still beating alive, cut to only three-quarters of it, still beating vigorously, and the blood spurting out stained most of the glass bottle.

Cosimo alone was already overwhelmed by the terrifying atmosphere in the entire laboratory - he was also a wizard, but to the point where it was no longer possible for ordinary wizards to reach such a point, it would not be an exaggeration to call it inhuman, even a demon!

However, now only demons have a chance to save Bright Star City. Only demons can stop the overwhelming force of the Turines, and the horrific fate that will face them in order to save their families and city-states. He would rather work with such people, even if the price is equally unacceptable.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong...... Oh, you useless stupid things, all stupid and fools, not even a single one of them can do what I tell you!"

On the spacious table, a Dominic young man lay there in chains, his hands and feet were tied, and he lay there dying, his hoarse voice could not even hear the screams, only the sound of breaking air and the tearing of alveoli, and the slight floating chest proved that he had not completely lost his life.

Several pale assistants trembled with the knives in their hands, and the purple flames on them slashed through the young man's body again and again, each time pulling out the body that was about to collapse, leaving behind a deep scorched black and faint green smoke.

And the young nobleman of Bright Star City in a wheelchair was standing next to him with great interest, mobilizing a few apprentices as if he was fiddling with a puppet, and from time to time he roared a word or two in a manic manner, and his sharp voice could almost penetrate the wall, making Cosimo frown.

The young nobleman was unaware of his performance, and even yelled and scolded even more hysterically. The satin robe on his body was already bloodstained, the fat hem was empty, and his legs were long gone.

"Can't you understand the difference between six and eight and six and seven nines?!, don't you understand even the most basics, what use do I want you?Maybe I should make you two crosses of dreadclaws, or maybe you're better suited to be bait for blood wolves?!"

Several apprentices who were so frightened that they immediately collapsed to the ground, their eyes trembling in a cold sweat, and even one of them noticed Cosimo standing on the stairs and immediately cast a look for help.

However, their actions could only attract the attention of the young nobleman: "Oh, Lord Cosimo, are you finally willing to come to my laboratory?"

Seeing that his attention was shifted, several apprentices quickly ran out with sad faces. Cosimo, whose mouth twitched a little, slowly walked down the stairs, and turned his head with a slight smile: "I originally wanted my subordinates to invite you up, but I decided to come by myself." Hope it doesn't bother you, Master Ernest!"

"Nothing, nothing, just some ordinary quizzes, boring stuff that happens every day. Ernest Ottowick, who was in a wheelchair, smiled and waved his hand: "Thanks to your patronage, Mistress Cosimo - without your endless supply of experiments, my project wouldn't have gone as smoothly as it was!"

The embarrassment on Cosimo's face became even more obvious, but he still maintained a considerable demeanor and only smiled: "Of course, but I paid so much to see that I could get the best value for my money, Master Ernest - I hope your experiment has some results and can make it work, let's see how wonderful it is!"

"Are you finally ready to use them?!" Ernest had a look of surprise on his face, "But I remember that you had always been against it. Oh...... And that damn old thing, all the time talking about betraying the traditions of an old wizarding family or something, it's so boring!"

"Now and then, I've changed my mind—why not let such wonderful magic shine and punish some traitors?" Cosimo said slowly, coming down the stairs, like ...... Our bastard brother, Landzel Ottovic!"

"But before I use it, I want to figure out one more important thing - how effective this 'gadget' of yours is. Which one is stronger than Gratoni?"

“...... These are two things entirely, and there is nothing to compare them to - of course, if it is more destructive than absolute destructive power, of course, Gratoni, after all, according to theory, that thing can even have the power to destroy the world, because it is extremely growing!" Ernest shook his head: "And my new toy is only disposable. You can think of it as a stone cannon or an arrow or something, and when you run out, it's gone!"

"But even then, it needs a fair amount of 'material' to be what it is, otherwise it might as well not be used. Ernest said in a deep voice: "Only thousands of 'materials' can make its power truly utilized!"

"......" There was a brief silence, and Cosimo slowly raised his head and breathed a long sigh of relief: "You will get what you want." (To be continued......)