Franz rejected the demands of all forces, insisting on staying in the Mozambique slums.
The conditions in the slums are self-explanatory, with even basic living conditions being a concern, let alone supporting a wizard’s practice.
Yet, even in such circumstances, Franz still advanced to beco a Crystalization Level Wizard.
Achieving such a level of practice in dire lack of resources speaks volus about Franz’s exceptional talent.
Others do not understand why Franz insists on staying in that cesspool of Mozambique when clearly there were better prospects ahead.
But Franz believed it was his hotown, and he wanted to stay to make a difference.
If he left, Mozambique would remain that sa slum, with nothing changed.
After all these years, Franz has remained in the Mozambique slums continuously.
Besides providing free dical treatnt to the residents, he also imparts knowledge to all the children.
If a child is found to have wizard potential, he would personally teach them, and if they develop well, recomnd them to Serlandir or other small forces.
Many talents have erged from Mozambique, yet Franz has always stayed here and never left.
Franz has nearly beco the spiritual leader for the people in the Mozambique slums, earning everyone’s respect.
People who left Mozambique occasionally return, just to visit Franz.
"Dinner’s ready." Franz said in a deep voice after stirring for a while when he saw it was cooked.
Residents of the slum held all sorts of bowls, waiting in an orderly line.
Franz scooped food into everyone’s bowl with a spoon.
After receiving their food, each person would bow slightly to Franz in respect.
After the food was distributed, a young man beside Franz began instructing others to tidy things up.
Usually, Franz wouldn’t personally distribute food every ti; he only ca midday every Wednesday.
Ordinarily, these tasks fell to these young people.
Franz was now getting older, his body not as fit as before, and he rarely appeared in public now.
The usual lifespan of a Level 1 Official Wizard is around three hundred years, and at one hundred seventy-eight, Franz isn’t really that old.
Typically, at this age, a Level 1 Wizard would appear middle-aged.
But Franz is particularly aged, for reasons unknown.
"Brown, co over to my place once you’re done here, there’s sothing I need to tell you." Franz said.
Brown was the head among these young n, an orphan whom Franz had raised since childhood.
He also has wizard potential, though not very strong, and is currently a Third Class Wizard Apprentice.
Although so small forces wanted to recruit him, Brown claid Franz’s health was not good and he needed to stay to take care of him.
Franz no longer went out much, and many things were left to Brown to handle.
In the Mozambique slums, Brown represented Franz’s will.
Brown glanced at Franz, recognizing there was sothing important to discuss.
He nodded, "Alright, I’ll co over after handling things here."
Franz lay on a bench in his backyard, basking in the sun.
This was one of the few courtyards in Mozambique, very tidy, vastly different from anywhere else.
Two young n stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard.
These young fellows were all raised by Franz from a young age, loyal to him without question.
Franz closed his eyes to rest, the surroundings quiet and undisturbed by noise.
This area was a forbidden zone in the Mozambique slums, and idle people dared not approach.
After a while, Brown ca in, and the two guards nodded when they saw him.
Brown entered the courtyard, kneeling on one knee as he asked, "Master, what do you need to do?"
Franz opened his eyes and looked at Brown, saying, "A few days ago, I received a divine command again."
Brown raised his head sharply, "What command did the divine give?"
His eyes were filled with a fervent glow, extrely excited.
"The divine reproached , saying we did nothing of value. But the divine is forgiving, granting an item that we must put to proper use."
As Franz spoke, he took out a red claw, indiscernible as to what animal’s claw it belonged.
"This is..." Brown looked at the red claw with reverence, though puzzled about its use.
Franz explained, "By sacrificing six people, it can be activated. Once activated, the divine will gaze upon us and cast a strike containing a faint fragnt of their power here as well."
Brown was sowhat excited.
In his heart, the divine was sacred, the most powerful existence.
Even a faint fragnt of their power was unimaginable to mortals.
Brown thought for a mont and said, "How should we proceed to fully utilize this item?"
Divine gifts cannot be wasted; they must be fully utilized, or it would betray the divine’s favor and disappoint them.
To these followers of the divine, causing disappointnt to the divine was the greatest sin imaginable.
Franz said solemnly, "The day after tomorrow, at Silver Sand Avenue, at the ho of Level 2 Wizard Israel, there will be a dance party. Many Witch Array Masters will attend. Witch Array Masters are crucial to these abhorrent wizards, and if we can eradicate them at once, it will be a small deed for the divine."
Brown nodded, "I understand."
"Rember, arrange soone to accomplish this, but do not do it yourself, nor involve our people, understand?" Franz stated.
"Understood." Brown nodded.
Brown well understood these matters, first considering the consequences of a failed mission.
If the mission failed, neither he nor Franz could be implicated, nor let this matter trace back to them.
Therefore, Brown could not accomplish this himself, as his relationship with Franz was public knowledge in Mozambique.
If sothing happened to him, Franz would be implicated too.
Moreover, their divine faith must not be discovered, or they would be thoroughly investigated by the wizards, exterminating root and branch.
"Rember, both our powers co from the divine, and we must not disappoint." Franz reiterated.
Brown silently nodded, placing the blood-red claw into the space ring before retreating to start arranging specific plans.
Franz lay on the bench, looking at the sky, murmuring to himself, "Sinister wizards, one day the divine will descend and completely cleanse this world."
A glint of blood flashed in his eyes but disappeared in a mont, unnoticed by anyone.
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