The Wizard Path From The Simulator Chapter 174 – Chapter 174: Chapter 130 “A Huge Spatial Magic Device” and “The Fresh Blood of the Pureblood White Raven (Subscription Wanted)_2

Chapter 174: Chapter 130 “A Huge Spatial Magic Device” and “The Fresh Blood of the Pureblood White Raven (Subscription Wanted)_2

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“However…”

Is there a chance?

Milton Cheney halted his steps, ready to leave.

He turned to see an old man with a beaming smile.

Does he want money?

Milton Cheney pretended to hesitate for a moment, finally waved his hand, and neatly piled up a thousand pieces of purple magic stones in front of the old man.

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

A considerate bookworm.

“The woman who replaced the pure white raven is here, but as a representative of the Ouroboros Ring, she is attending this exchange meeting.”

“You can wait a while, you may have a chance.”

“Of course, she would give some fresh blood to the Guardian Sea out of courtesy, but it certainly won't be enough to break your limit.”

“Even the full pure white raven bloodline could only push your bloodline limit to a level 3 bloodline wizard.”

Since he was paid anyvvay, the old man wasn't shy about speaking his mind.

Of course, he didn't have much hope for Milton Cheney.

After all, that woman is also a bloodline wizard with the white raven bloodline. It's highly unlikely that she would give away the pure white raven.

Even if this youngster in front of him brokered a deal for some fresh pure white raven blood, it would be a drop in the bucket when it comes to breaking the bloodline limit.

Upon hearing this, Milton Cheney's expression remained calm as he gave a nod.

This information was crucial for him.

He wasn't a stranger to the woman in question, he could guess who she was.

This involves a level 3 wizard, so he is naturally cautious.

Even if it costs him a pretty penny, as long as he could exchange it for the fresh blood of a white raven, it will all be worth it.

Stanhope Thompson had given him credit. Right now, he could gather a hundred thousand magic stones if he really tried.

It would be absolutely ridiculous to hope to trade these magic stones for a pure white raven, but it's not impossible to get some fresh blood.

The next moment, Milton Cheney left the tower-like structure.

The exchange meeting lasted for ten days, but as far as Milton Cheney was concerned, this exchange meeting was over.

He had to keep some magic stones for necessary expenses.

Simply put, he'd save the magic stones, cease trading for other things, and try to buy some fresh white raven blood at the end.

Milton Cheney didn't know what his simulated comportment in the text would do, but he had to consider all possibilities in real life.

A living person wouldn't hold the pee until death, right?

Even though he decided not to broker a trade, it didn't mean he would stay idle.

Having finally attended an exchange meeting held by a realm-level wizard organization, Milton Cheney was set to explore properly.

As time slipped away, he wandered around the Ninth Rift during the remaining days.

He visited nearly every trade spot of the realm-level wizard organization, but didn't make any purchases.

Milton Cheney inquired the traders whether they had a pure white raven or fresh white raven blood. As expected, their answers were all negative.

After all, this sort of commodity only interests bloodline wizards.

And even those bloodline wizards have to belong to the same bloodline.

Among these realm-level wizard organizations, very few were cultivating the path of a bloodline wizard, hence naturally, none had pure white raven. Although a little disappointed, Milton Cheney somewhat expected this.

After all, if any organization had ready supplies, his simulated self in the text simulation would have gotten it already.

Only purely bloodline wizard organizations possess pureblood magical creatures.

The wizard realm does not have many realm-level wizard organizations like tnls.

The Ouroboros Ring, the Black Lizard Scholars Association, and the Goshawk's Eye.

Only these three organizations are realm-level wizard organizations that specialize in bloodlines.

There are certainly no shortage of organizations specializing in bloodlines, but there are only these three at the level of realm-level wizards.

The reason is simple; being a realm-level wizard organization does have its lower limit, which is a level 5 wizard.

The challenge for bloodline wizards to become level 5 wizards is remarkably high.

As a consequence, there are very few realm-level wizard organizations specializing in bloodlines in the wizard realm.

Milton Cheney has already visited the Ouroboros Ring.

As for the Goshawk's Eye, they only cultivate a single bloodline, and their members have been groomed personally since they were young.

So naturally, they can't possibly own a pure white raven.

As for the Black Lizard Scholars Association he encountered on the Mudom Plane last time…

They didn't attend this realm-level wizard's exchange meeting.

The theme of this exchange meeting was presumably how to wipe out these seditious wizard organizations, so of course, they wouldn't dare to show up.

Why would they come? To commit suicide?

Just as Milton Cheney was planning to continue his wanderings, a figure in a white robe suddenly appeared beside him.

“Let's go, kiddo.”

Penarin spoke, preparing to take Milton Cheney away.

The exchange meeting was over, so naturally, everyone would return to where they came from, given that time was precious for most of the individuals present.

“Wait a moment, I…”

Milton Cheney quickly explained his situation.

Upon hearing Milton Cheney's words, Penarin nodded with a smile: “Then let's go, I will accompany you on your trip.”

With those words, his hand lightly rested on Milton Cheney's shoulder.

In a split second, the two disappeared from the spot.

The moment they reappeared, they were on the ninth floor of a tower-like building.

Only an old man was there, taking a nap.

Upon seeing Penarin and Milton Cheney, the old man opened his eyes.

“Tucker. ”

Penarin smiled and greeted him.

They were all level 4 wizards, and moreover, there were only five level 4 wizards in the Ouroboros Ring. Naturally, he wasn't a stranger.

The man he referred to as Tucker was the old man. The old man stood up and nodded in acknowledging, “Penarin, we haven't seen each other for hundreds of years..”

Chapter end