This Wizard is So Unscientific!-Chapter 178 - Tavern Outlaw Ramore_1

Chapter 178: Chapter 178 Tavern, Outlaw, Ramore!_1

Chapter 178 -178 Tavern, Outlaw, Ramore!_1

Ramore Street.

Aside from the slightly desolate time at the very start of the lighthouse war,

as the Spirit World Lighthouse was gradually lit,

the vitality injected by the incoming Transcendents,

and the local Transcendents gradually getting used to the native state of war, plus some profits to be made from exploring the Spirit Realm,

Ramore Street once again bustled with activity.

Even more so than before.

More and more Transcendents were arriving.

Disguised, Tuck was increasingly in his element here.

Especially these past two days, an extraordinarily large number of Transcendents had arrived from outside, coming to St. Land.

Many of them were arranged to stay on Ramore Street.

To recruit these newcomers,

the Ramore Street Office directly hung the recruitment signage for the Spirit World Lighthouse garrisons outside the tavern.

It detailed the basic requirements for stationing at the lighthouse, strength assessments, and salary benefits, among other things.

Manning the lighthouse was not a task for one or two, or even four or five people,

but for hundreds, maybe even several hundreds.

Centering around the Main Lighthouse with three to five satellite lighthouses serving as branching strategic nodes,

to confront, expel, and eliminate the corrupting darkness of the Dark Sun.

To resist potential assaults from dark creatures of the Spirit Realm, and even from half-werewolves and Blood Race Bats.

In reality, the domain of St. Land is a three-dimensional structural framework, with upper, middle, and lower layers.

Likewise, the Spirit Realm of St. Land Ecology also features a three-dimensional framework.

The difference lies in the fact that,

the “Tree Heart City” in the Reality Realm has a thick crustal layer, separating it from the Underground City.

Whereas in the Spirit Realm, such a strong defense layer does not exist.

Meaning, in the Spirit Realm, wherever the light of the Spirit World Lighthouse does not reach, is the frontline.

Although Tuck had not gone to fight in the Spirit Realm,

during this time, he also made quite a number of contributions.

For instance, a certain anonymous kind-hearted wealthy merchant donated 20,000 Magic Gold to Ramore Street,

to reward the brave Transcendents in battle.

He also donated a batch of top-tier Elite materials and Ordinary materials bought from the Dwarves,

to aid Transcendents in need.

Although this mysterious wealthy merchant never showed his face on Ramore Street,

legends about him had already spread within Ramore Street.

Today, the Treeheart Burrow Tavern was bursting with people.

Tuck ordered a large cup of Bloody Fang Rockfruit Wine and found himself with nowhere to sit.

“If you don’t mind, you can come sit here,”

Just as Tuck was about to leave the bar to look for a spot under the canvas umbrellas outside, a somewhat languid voice called out from not too far away.

Tuck glanced over and saw Carlos, who was reading a newspaper.

The once familiar duo of Armanti and Carlos now had only Carlos present.

Gauging by Armanti’s formidable skill in the Undead Territory, he was definitely a tower defense expert.

If Tuck’s guess was correct, Armanti must be at the Steam Lighthouse, working hard on tower defense.

Sitting opposite Carlos with his Bloody Fang Rockfruit Wine,

Tuck remained silent, savoring the fresh taste of the wine.

Tuck’s only substantial interaction with Carlos, under the identity of “Andre,” was the previous confrontation to see whether a gun or a short knife was faster.

Beyond that, there hadn’t been much contact.

Unable to enthusiastically greet Carlos, Tuck chose simply to keep silent.

Sampling the wine,

Tuck quickly considered the current situation.

Tuck had initially reached a cooperation with the Star Track Cult.

He would regularly send over perfectly refined Elite materials.

Although both parties had agreed on three months,

Tuck reckoned that in one month, or at most two, when the time came, he could put forth a request.

To get the “free” resources promised by the other party in advance should pose no problem.

Even if they were unwilling, Tuck could wait the three months.

By then, Tuck’s Transcendent ecology would probably have completed its sedimentation and transformation.

Tuck supposed that,

by that time, the Dwarf Clan, even if they did not unlock their family’s treasure, would probably seek to trade with Tuck.

The Third Rank Lord-level Dragon Crystal they were willing to part with must have significant flaws.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t readily offer it up.

It was possible that the Dragon Crystal was older than Tuck himself, and maybe… it could belong to Tuck’s grandfather’s generation, a true “zombie” Dragon Crystal.

Or perhaps, the will of the dragon had long since settled within, indistinguishable from the rest.

The kind that would cause you to explode on the spot if you dared to consume it.

Otherwise, they would not be willing to put them on the market.

Leader-level harmless materials are definitely a major weapon.

Tuck didn’t believe they could sit still.

Then!

There’s the currently important, yet not-as-important-as-imagined Light material crystal.

If it is a material that contains the power of Angel Sequence Attributes.

Then for Tuck, it might be worth more than Lord-level Dragon Crystals.

But if it’s just something like the Sun Eagle, bright but not thoroughly bright material.

Then it would be a wasted trip.

But no matter what, he was definitely going to go.

After all, he had already signed the contract.

When it came to robbing the airship, Tuck was an honest man!

However, before he officially commenced with the airship robbery.

Tuck would definitely need to perform an on-site assessment.

The waters here were a bit deep; Tuck needed to thoroughly explore them.

The worst outcome would just be Tuck withdrawing prematurely.

Then the constraints of that demonic contract would be nothing but waste paper.

Merely signing the contract and obtaining this information already made for quite a good deal.

“Not bad!”

When he had nearly finished the Bloody Fang Rockfruit Wine in his Triangular Martini Cup.

Tuck finally tasted something.

Carlos, sitting across from him and reading the St. Land Steam Daily, rustled the paper and folded it with exquisite skill before placing it aside.

Carlos appraised Tuck and said in an even tone.

“Wizards of your caliber are rare in Ramore.”

“And… I don’t seem to have heard of someone like you in Ramore.”

Tuck smiled and then lowered his voice to speak.

“If you’re willing to let me look at your newspaper, I can tell you a big secret.”

Carlos raised his eyebrows slightly and then pushed the newspaper closer to Tuck.

Tuck shook out the paper.

Soon, he found the information he wanted in today’s newspaper.

“Huff!”

After exhaling, Tuck refolded the newspaper and put it back in place.

He then looked at Carlos again and said in a lowered voice.

“Actually… I am not a resident of Ramore!”

“Damn it!”

As soon as Tuck said this, Carlos, who had been looking forward to some insight, showed a disappointed expression.

“I suppose you’ve guessed my identity,” Tuck said with a smile.

“Yes, I’ve guessed it, you bastards from Black River Valley,” Carlos said, hammering a fist onto the bar.

“That’s why I couldn’t find any information about you!”

“On this side, many of you from Black River Valley have been impersonating residents of Ramore,” Carlos said indignantly.

“You’re somewhat better, at least you know how to disguise your accent, but some don’t even bother.”

“But it’s not without its benefits. At least… you’ve gained a powerful wizard from Black River Valley,” Tuck said with a smile.

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“You… plan to fight for Ramore?” Carlos raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I intend to participate in the protection of the Ramore Steam Lighthouse and become a mobile battle wizard,” Tuck nodded.

“When the time comes, I’ll be a brick, moving wherever I’m needed!”

With those words, Tuck shook the Transcendent Steam Revolver [Execution], which had a caliber that carried significant deterrence power.

“This guy, it’s been itching to be used.”

“Although I hate to admit it, you do have the skills,” Carlos nodded and asked.

“Is it today?”

“Today I can register in advance. Once I’ve taken care of my current affairs and have the time, I’ll go over,” Tuck said.

“To celebrate the addition of a powerful wizard to the Ramore Light Lighthouse, I’ll cover today’s drinks,” Carlos said with uncharacteristic generosity.

“Then tonight, we shall drink until we can drink no more,” Tuck started to smile.

Someone pushed the door open, the wind picked up the newspaper, and it landed in an unused corner.

Within a small ad corner in the newspaper, there was an advertisement for recruiting airship pilots.

Between the calm lines of the text.

Blood, death, and disaster were quietly brewing.