Brenas and Lamolek have the highest spellcasting level, which is LV26.
Next are the twins Matiq and Vatiq, both at level 25.
The last one left is Desud, whose spellcasting level is LV23.
As for the other Ghost Princes, although their overall professional level is also quite high, and they have all crossed the legendary threshold without exception, because they have too many part-time jobs, their single spellcasting level is often not high.
For example, Yada's profession is a warrior and a warlock, plus two advanced professions, and the combined level of all professions is LV32.
Another example is Coraribonas, who is not only a warrior and warlock, but also a level 3 rogue.
Therefore, the importance of Brenas to the City of Ghosts is self-evident.
It can even be said that he is one of the heirs chosen and favored by Telamante.
If he dies accidentally one day, the successor of the Ghost City will only be chosen from the four Ghost Princes: Brenas, Lamolek, Matik and Vatik.
As for the eldest son, Revalan, who was ambitious to gain more power and was loyal to Shar, he was not included in the scope of investigation at all.
To be precise, from the moment this guy became a voter and a devout believer, he was destined to be excluded from the list of heirs.
After all, according to the tradition of Netheril, the future ruler of Shade City must be the most powerful legendary arcane spellcaster, rather than a priest who is easily influenced by the gods.
In this regard, as a great arcanist, Telamante still has his own persistence.
Therefore, after learning that Brenas had been captured, he immediately sent people to Askatla to gather information.
After confirming that his son was detained by Zuo Si, he immediately sent diplomatic envoys to try to get him back through negotiations and payment of ransom.
After all, the current Ghost City is not ready for a head-on collision with the West Coast Empire, a force with a large population, vast territory, sufficient financial resources, strong military strength and many wizards and warlocks.
What's more, as the supreme emperor of the empire, Zuo Si had just completed the feat of killing gods.
To show his sincerity, Telamante even sent an envoy to present a sub-artifact forged in the Golden Age of Netheril - the Storm Star, and personally performed a series of enhancements to upgrade its enchantment level from the original +3 to +5.
This is an electric morningstar hammer that is favored by the princes of the City of Ghosts, high-ranking priests of Shar, and elite officers.
When someone holds this weapon, they will instantly be covered by dazzling arcs of electricity from head to toe, but it will not actually harm the holder. Instead, it will inflict severe additional lightning damage to the enemy.
In addition, the holder can use lightning spells three times and call thunder spell once per day.
Even though this thing isn't very powerful, and even doesn't live up to its name of "sub-artifact", it can be mass-produced.
This is one of the few sub-artifacts that has been clearly recorded as being able to be mass-produced in the continent of Faerun, and the number of them is far beyond the imagination of most people.
The City of Ghosts alone has two dozen of them...
Yes, you read that right.
It's two dozen instead of two.
However, as an apology, the enhanced version of [Storm Star], in addition to the most basic functions, also has an additional permanent eight-ring energy-shaping spell [Lightning Ring].
After activation, this spell can give the caster a certain degree of lightning resistance, while causing continuous damage to all nearby creatures, a bit like an electric shock aura, and will shoot two lightning arrows every few seconds.
Just from this weapon, it can be seen that Telramante has definitely spent a huge amount of money to avoid conflict and redeem his son as soon as possible.
But what he didn't know was that the real Brenas had disappeared long ago.
To be precise, he was made into a summoning creature card by Zuo Si, and then summoned out and intended to be put back to be used as a spy.
At this moment, he was standing in the laboratory, playing with the Storm Star, which he had just used the special ability of the Creator profession to forcibly shape the Morning Star Hammer into a long sword. He asked with interest, "What kind of conditions did the Ghost City offer?"
Davian answered without hesitation: "They claim to be willing to share some research data on the Shadow Plane, related spells, and experience in using the Shadow Magic Net."
"Haha, it seems that this ghost prince is worth a lot.
It was surprising that Telamante was willing to give up so many things in exchange.
Especially about the Shadow Plane and the Shadow Magic Web.
I'm afraid there is no other force in the entire continent of Faerun that has conducted more in-depth research than the City of Ghosts."
There was undisguised ridicule in Zuo Si's tone as he put down the Storm Star sword in his hand.
It has to be said that among the many weapons with additional energy attribute damage, fire, lightning and ice are always the coolest in appearance.
Especially when holding the [Storm Star], the dazzling electric light surrounding the blade and the holder can make one pretend to be Zeus, the king of gods.
As for the specific power...
All I can say is that it's far inferior to the lightning breath of the blue head in dragon form.
For Zuo Si today, the [Storm Star] longsword is a complete toy. There is no room for him to use it when facing truly powerful enemies, but it should be quite good for bullying weak enemies.
"Do you need to raise the price a little more during the negotiation?"
Davian asked in a not very sure tone.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, that's not necessary, let's just leave it at that.
After a little bargaining for two days, they released Brenas and all his captured men.
I have no plans to engage in direct war with the City of Ghosts for the time being.
So it is better to leave this matter to Ovo to deal with.
And do you think that given the attitude shown by Ghost City at the moment, their expansion direction will be to the west to invade the north?
Or head south and invade Cormyr? Or head east and fight Furzol Chamberlain, who has conquered the Moonsea?"
"Hmm - I think the City of Ghosts will clash with Fuzzol Chamberlain first. Because they both want to establish regional hegemony and launch foreign wars to expand their rule."
Davian stroked his chin and expressed his point.
As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain.
When two highly aggressive forces come into contact with each other, they will inevitably feel that each other is a huge threat, and fierce confrontation or even war will break out.
In the original history of the continent of Faerun, Fuzor Chamberlain once fought a "Battle of Shadow Bane" with the City of Ghosts, and also contacted Netheril's mortal enemy, the Phalanx, as an ally.
But in the end he was defeated and died due to his lack of strength.
The only result was killing a ghost prince, that's all.
Zhentil Keep was also completely razed to the ground during this period of time.
Later, the God of Tyranny Bane resurrected this Chosen One because he was quite diligent and conscientious, and promoted him to the position of Bishop of the Divine Realm, which was a demigod to some extent.
Therefore, it can be predicted that before the City of Ghosts really begins to expand, it will inevitably destroy Zhentil Keep and the Moon Sea surrounding areas controlled by the Church of Bane.
Otherwise, just one Zhentarin would be causing trouble behind the scenes every now and then, which would be very troublesome to deal with.
After all, there are only so many people who are truly loyal to the City of Ghosts, at most a few thousand to about ten or twenty thousand.
It is obviously unrealistic to rely on such a small number of people to manage hundreds of thousands or even millions of civilians scattered across towns and villages. The decentralization of functions in small administrative units such as towns and villages allows for local autonomy.
Autonomy means that rule is completely non-existent at the grassroots level.
This undoubtedly provided excellent opportunities for many intelligence organizations that were good at infiltration, such as the Zhentarim and the Harpists.
Especially the former who have no bottom line, they can easily create conflicts and riots by inciting hatred or directly using charm control spells.
In addition, the ruling style of Ghost City is consistent with that of Netheril. Both do not treat the lower-class people as human beings. Compared with civilians, they obviously prefer slaves.
Therefore, simply suppressing the uprisings and resistances that arise one after another will constantly consume one's own strength.
By then, the more lands are conquered and the more people live under the control, the weaker Ghost City will become.
Even though they possess extremely powerful strength and can easily destroy most of the countries on the continent of Faerun, they are like a giant with its feet stuck in the quagmire, and will continue to sink no matter how they struggle.
Therefore, even if it is to reduce the pressure of ruling, the City of Ghosts must destroy Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim and remove the nail that poses the greatest threat to itself.
Zuo Si was undoubtedly very clear about this, so he nodded slightly: "You are right. There will be a battle between Telramant and Fuzol Chamberlain.
However, this war will not break out too early in the short term. It will take at least several months or even years.
Both sides will first test each other's strength until one side is sure that it can win.
I imagine that Fouchel Chamberlain must be feeling quite miserable right now.
After all, he had just conquered the Moon Sea with great difficulty, but before he could complete the integration, a dangerous neighbor suddenly appeared. "
When saying this, Zuo Si's tone revealed undisguised gloating.
Because if the Ghost City had not returned, Fuzol Chamberlain would definitely have integrated all the cities along the Moon Sea into a country in one or two years.
Then he declared himself a king or emperor, and then went south to annex the long-coveted rich lands such as Comandor and the Valley.
But now, he had to stop these actions and start to engage in militarism and frantically strengthen his military power.
Otherwise, if Ghost City realized that the Tyrant of the Moon Sea was a soft persimmon, the Floating City would fly over in a minute and raze Zhentil Castle to the ground completely.
"Are you going to support Fuzor Chamberlain in this war to deplete the power of Ghost City?" Davian asked in a low voice.
"Of course. But not now. We have to wait until they start a real fight."
While speaking, Zuo Si carefully took out the new type of sparkling oil that had been adjusted for several days on the laboratory bench from a special jar, picked up the magic wand that had not been used for a long time, and recited the spell he created.
moment!
The shiny oil in the jar began to boil first, and then was constantly shaped into various forms under the control of the magic wand.
When the metal inside was corroded by the shiny oil and gradually formed a soulless semi-mechanical life form, he suddenly chanted another spell.
In a flash!
The mechanical life form that had just begun to develop self-awareness quickly collapsed and disintegrated, once again decomposing into a pile of messy parts and soaking in the container of shiny oil.
There is no doubt that these two spells were specially created by Zuo Si so that the wizards on the magical earth can influence the technological creations of ordinary people.
The first spell is to manipulate, while the second is to destroy and disintegrate.
In this way, no matter how fast the social technology of ordinary people develops, as long as the bottom layer is still constructed by sparkling oil, wizards will never have to worry about their small magical world being exposed.
As for those new models of Shuo Oil, the magical part has been completely removed, retaining only a large amount of knowledge about materials, machinery, genes, energy, biomedicine and other aspects.
Scientists only need to keep trying to extract the information stored in it bit by bit and apply it to various industries.
Of course, the inventions and creations they made on this basis will also be recorded and become learning and reference materials for the floating city of Plantia and the New Phyrexia in the Mirrodin space.
"Okay, I think I see what you mean."
Davian was obviously not interested in these research matters. He quickly bowed and turned away.
After his figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Zuo Si divided the oil into eleven portions, put them into smaller containers, and then made it into a card for preservation.
It was obvious that he intended to create multiple oil pools in different places on the earth, not just one.
Otherwise, the major powers will inevitably start wars for their own interests, or even grow mushrooms on each other, causing massive deaths and the decline of civilization.
This is not the outcome that left-wing thinking wants to see.
Therefore, there must be enough oil pools, at least one for each of the most powerful countries.
In this way, we can maintain the progress and prosperity brought by full competition without having to worry about the outbreak of devastating wars.
With this thought in mind, Zuo Si quickly stored the clone in the most secret room in the Mage Tower, and then transferred his soul and consciousness to the main body of the Doomsday Bunker.
After just a few seconds, he opened his eyes again and slowly walked out of the closed container like a closet, activating equipment cards one by one at a very fast speed.
In less than ten steps, the originally naked body was dressed again, and the whole person stood in the center of the huge circular magic circle.
When the portal leading to the upper level was activated, the surrounding walls and ceiling suddenly burst into dazzling light.
The next second...
Zuo Si finally returned to the living room of his house in this world.
Although I hadn't been back for a long time, the surrounding furniture, floors and walls were still wiped clean.
Next to the sofa where he used to sit was a thick stack of wizarding newspapers, neatly bound and arranged according to the date of publication.
"Master, welcome home."
The house-elf North appeared first, bent down and bowed politely.
"Meow--"
Crookshanks appeared from somewhere and gently rubbed his master whom he had not seen for a long time.
"During the time I was away, nothing major happened in the wizarding world, right?"
Zuo Si reached out and teased the cat and asked casually.
North quickly shook his head and replied, "No. It's as if the mysterious man and his followers disappeared and never appeared again.
Apart from some minor disturbances caused by the wizards who came back from the dead, all was peaceful.
Oh, by the way, the Ministry of Magic recently resumed the Triwizard Tournament after being suspended for centuries.
Miss Granger participated in the event as the champion of Hogwarts and won the final victory.
She also demonstrated the enhanced magic she invented in the first competition and was hailed as the second rising star in the magic world after you.
Here is a report from the Daily Prophet for your perusal."
As he spoke, North pulled out a newspaper from a thick stack and handed it to him with both hands.
Zuo Si took it and flipped through it, and soon noticed the shocking dynamic magic photo on the front page, as well as the long report. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
Because what the photo shows is a beautiful young girl beating up a fire dragon from this world with her fists and feet, causing it to be severely injured and vomit blood.
The sense of power and impact of punches hitting flesh and feet drawing blood is simply vivid on the paper.
Based on his years of combat experience, Zuo Si could basically determine that the unfortunate dragon's internal organs must have been severely damaged.
If you don't get treatment in time, you won't live long.
As for the audience in the stands, most of them had their mouths wide open with expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces. Even the headmaster, who never showed his emotions, couldn't help but stand up.
If you dye the girl's hair in the photo black and tie it into two ponytails, and then change into a red jacket, a short skirt and black stockings, she will definitely be another melee magician Toosaka Rin.
Needless to say, after a period of wild development, Hermione has developed a system and characteristics of enhanced magic that suits her.
And from her punching and kicking movements, it is not difficult to see that she also spent time learning practical fighting skills.
If an ordinary wizard was hit twice at close range and didn't have time to cast the armor spell, he would probably be beaten to death.
"It seems that Hermione has changed a lot in the past few years when I was away." Zuo Si put down the newspaper and sighed with a chuckle.
"Maybe it's because we haven't seen each other for a long time. I don't think there has been much change. Miss Granger always comes to stay for a while during each vacation. In addition, she asked me to write to her as soon as I have any news about you."
While he was talking, North had already skillfully brewed tea and poured a cup for his master.
Zuo Si took a sip of the drink, then casually placed it on the table next to him and replied nonchalantly, "No need to notify her. I will go to Hogwarts to visit her in person later. Before that, I have something more important to do."
"Oh, what is it? Can I help you?"
North asked impatiently with his big eyes wide open.
As a house-elf, he has a desire to serve his master and his family.
Especially after being left alone for several years, this desire not only did not subside, but became even stronger.
"Hehe, sorry, you can't help me with this matter. You should stay home and prepare dinner. Remember to make something hearty. I might bring guests back."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and disappeared on the spot.
Just a second later, he arrived at a desert that looked desolate.
After roughly confirming his position, he used magic to dig a small but deep hole in the ground, then took out a portion of shiny oil and poured it in.
Whether it is the worthless yellow sand or red soil, or the hard rocks and various minerals buried under the soil, they are all disappearing at an incredibly fast speed, and are replaced by an extremely huge underground oil lake.
After expanding to a certain extent, Zuo Si stopped the input and manipulation of energy, and used magic again to create a not very strong earthquake.
It was obvious that he was deliberately using this method to lure government officials over so that they could discover the oil hidden underground.
For most modern countries, detecting geological activities, especially natural disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis, is no longer a difficult task.
It can even provide an early warning a few minutes in advance.
The facts are just as expected.
Not long after the earthquake, an airplane flew across the vast Gobi Desert.
After about an hour, vehicles carrying people began to drive over from a distance, raising clouds of dust.
They obviously couldn't see Zuo Si who remained invisible, so after getting off the car, they immediately took out various instruments to collect data. Some people picked up the broken stones on the ground and took them back for more testing.
While everyone was busy with their duties, a middle-aged man who looked to be about 40 years old, with a wrinkled face and a very weathered look, seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly bent down and inserted the long stick in his hand directly into the crack in the ground.
When he stood up and pulled out the stick, he was shocked to find that the lower half of the stick was completely covered with dark, sticky grease.
Stone...oil? !
The man's face suddenly showed an expression of disbelief, which quickly turned into ecstasy. He shouted to the others around him: "It's oil! We found oil!"
moment!
Everyone in the car was in an uproar. They all rushed over to look at the black sticky liquid on the stick and started arguing about it.
"What? Oil!"
"How is this possible? We have already done geological surveys on this desert and there is no trace of oil at all."
"Maybe it was buried too deep and formed a fault?"
"Don't we normally have natural gas associated with oil? But there is no natural gas detected here? This is really strange."
"Never mind. Let's call our superiors first, then take samples back for testing. If this is really an oil field, then we've done a great job."
With the concerted efforts of the group, half of them stayed where they were and watched, while the other half drove back.
Since the timeline of this world is still at the end of the 20th century, battery technology is still relatively backward, and oil is still the undisputed king of energy and chemical industry.
Whoever controls the most oil will become the world's hegemon.
What's more, for an oil-poor country, if a large oil field with rich reserves can be discovered, its strategic significance can even be directly equated with the country's destiny.
So after only about ten minutes, fighter jets once again streaked across the sky, conducting close monitoring from high altitude.
After about an hour and forty minutes, green trucks carrying organized troops arrived and quickly surrounded and blocked the surrounding area.
The leading officer asked the geologists who stayed here directly: "Are you sure there is an oil field here?"
"Um - we can't be sure for now. We just found a substance similar to petroleum. The real result will have to wait for the test results to come out." A young man with heavy glasses answered cautiously.
"How long will it take?"
The officer continued to ask questions emotionally.
“Should be soon.
After all, it doesn’t take too long to detect chemical composition.
But I have to warn you that the situation here is very strange, and not even a trace of natural gas leakage can be detected, so it's best not to hold out too much hope.
Maybe it's just some unknown substance that looks like oil."
The young man gave a preventive shot without making any expression.
Seeing such a big scene, he was actually a little panicked, fearing that he would make a mistake and end up getting scolded by his superiors.
Even as the two were talking, the Geological Research Institute, hundreds of kilometers away, was in an uproar.
Because several gray-haired old professors were watching in amazement as the shiny oil in the container decomposed the reagents and other minerals poured into it at an extremely fast rate, and its own volume also increased significantly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This... this is unbelievable! What on earth happened?"
An old man rubbed his eyes hard and exclaimed.
Another old man beside him smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Today really opened my eyes! This is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing in all my years of research. By the way, quickly take out some to test whether the oil can still burn."
Under his command, several younger assistants quickly took a few drops from the container and placed them in another container, which was then lit with an open flame.
moment!
Boom! A scorching fireball flew into the air, almost burning the operator who was unable to dodge in time.
The violent release of energy completely overturned everyone present's understanding of the substance "petroleum".
A young female assistant accidentally touched the optical microscope next to her in panic, and the microscope fell into the container of shiny oil with a snap.
Just when she reacted and wanted to reach out to fish it out, she suddenly found that the entire microscope was quickly corroded by the oil.
However, this time it was not a simple swallowing like before, but a reshaping and transformation that could not be explained by science.
By the time everyone reacted, the optical microscope, which was worth very little, had completely transformed into a sci-fi look.
"Oh my God! Professor, we seem to have discovered something extraordinary."
The female assistant only felt her mouth dry, and her whole body was already soaked in sweat.
Of course, this situation did not only occur to her, but also to other people in the laboratory in a similar situation.
Because for a world that still relies on oil as its main energy source, shale oil is like a god-like creation.
Not only can it be used as fuel, it also has the ability to swallow and absorb other substances to increase its own volume.
In other words, whether it is domestic waste or sand, sea water, and gravel in the desert, they can all be converted into energy that can be used efficiently.
In addition, the transformation ability that cannot be explained by science makes people suspect that this thing is the creation of some kind of advanced alien civilization.
Some people also believe that there really is a super prehistoric civilization on Earth, and that Shuoyou is what they left behind.
Because too many phenomena beyond understanding were discovered during the experiments, the institute and its staff were quickly blocked and isolated.
Even if you just want to call home to check your safety, there will be someone watching you.
But the interesting thing is that no one complained about it. Instead, everyone was more excited than the other.
They knew that they were involved in a major event that would go down in history, and that they might appear frequently on television, in newspapers, and even in textbooks in the future.
As for Shuo Oil, it was classified as the highest level of confidentiality, and the area within a radius of hundreds of kilometers was designated as a prohibited area for fear that the news would be leaked and known to other countries.
At the same time, the most powerful experts in various fields also received emergency orders, and they put down their original work and gathered in the desolate Gobi Desert.
It is foreseeable that something shocking will be hatched here in a short time.
At the same time, Zuo Si also created nine smaller oil lakes in other parts of the world.
However, he was not so kind as to inform the local government about the earthquake and simply made a not-too-conspicuous mark.
As for whether the other party can find it, and whether they can keep it after finding it, that is none of his business.
Anyway, this new type of oil is definitely a generous gift to all human beings on Earth, enough to be worth dozens of times what Zuo Si obtained from this world.
As long as the ruling class still has some conscience, the living standards of the lower-class people will increase exponentially, and we will enter a new round of population explosion.
Especially in the fields of genetics and medical drugs, almost all diseases can be cured.
After all, the founder of Phyrexia, Yawgmoth, started out as a doctor, and later created many new races through genetic technology.
All this knowledge and technology is stored in the oil, waiting to be discovered by the right person.
“The history of the world took a turn from this moment on.
Maybe when I come back next time, this place will look completely different.
I just don’t know whether it will be a cyberpunk society where capital runs rampant, or a slightly better orderly society.
But it doesn’t matter. I don’t intend to interfere too much anyway. I will just let them choose and develop freely.
I can accept either outcome."
Zuo Si was eating the ice cream in his hand while strolling along the busy street.
After achieving the most important goal of this trip, we went to a cathedral with a lot of traffic and a bit of history to recharge the impact staff that had exhausted its faith power.
Perhaps because he had stayed in Faerun for too long, he missed this once extremely familiar living environment very much, and even the smell of car exhaust sounded particularly sweet to him.
This is not an exaggeration.
It’s because gasoline of that era generally contained lead, and the taste of lead is sweet.
Combined with the dragon's sense of smell which is more sensitive than a dog's, it can naturally smell the sweetness in the air.
If a normal person always smells a sweet smell in the air, it is best to go to the hospital to check whether it is lead poisoning.
But the nostalgia didn't last long.
After finishing the ice cream in his hand, Zuo Si returned to his usual rational and calm state and was directly teleported to the woods near Hogwarts Castle.
Ignoring the couples who were making out around him, he walked straight through the country road and the castle lawn, heading towards the principal's office under the gaze of countless eyes.
Although he had disappeared for several years, many senior students still recognized this legendary figure who had once taken the British and even the entire wizarding world by storm. They stopped and saluted in shock.
Some students from Slytherin House even took the initiative to bend down and bow to express their respect.
You don't need to ask to know that although Zuo Si has not appeared in the past few years, he is a legend throughout the entire magic world.
Whether it is the Philosopher's Stone that can bring the dead back to life, or the technology that can store spells in scrolls or other objects, it has had a profound impact on the wizarding world.
Not to mention that he publicly humiliated the Dark Lord, who was known as the most powerful and whose name he dared not even mention, causing him to completely lose the deterrent power he had established through killing and creating terror.
However, Zuo Si did not stay in the lawn and corridor for too long. Instead, he learned the correct password through the magic of prophecy and walked directly into the principal's office through the magic guard. He saw Dumbledore holding a cockroach in his hand and putting it into his mouth.
Apparently, the old man with the white beard was stealing his favorite cockroach pile of candy again.
I have to say, it's a miracle that he still has such a sweet tooth at this age and hasn't developed diabetes.
Of course, it is also possible that he had the disease but was later cured by potion.
"Dear Principal, long time no see.
You look well.
You know , I always wondered how you would react if you put two real cockroaches in a pile of cockroaches and ate them.
Should I eat it as if nothing happened?
Or is it that you can't help but dry heave when you spit it out? "
Zuo Si was the first to greet in a half-joking tone.
The reason why he used "half" as a joke is that he really had such an idea, but did not put it into action.
"Hahahaha! I think the former is more likely. If you really eat a live cockroach by accident, it would be a good experience and adventure, isn't it?"
Dumbledore threw the cockroach in his hand into his mouth and laughed happily.
Zuo Sishen nodded in agreement: "I also think that if this happens, you will probably pretend that nothing happened. Maybe I can try it next time."
Hearing this, Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "Please forgive me.
If I really eat a live cockroach, I may never eat a pile of cockroaches again in my life.
For an old man who is about to die, this is a bit too cruel.
By the way, where have you been all these years? Why haven't I heard from you at all?"
"I went to a very far place, so far away that it was beyond the knowledge of anyone in this world. This time I came back mainly to solve a problem that has troubled the magic world for thousands of years, that is, how wizards can completely hide themselves from ordinary people with increasingly advanced technology."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took out the last portion of oil and placed it on the old man's desk.
"This is..."
Dumbledore stared at the sticky dark liquid in the transparent container, an expression of great surprise appearing on his wrinkled face.
"You should have heard of oil as an energy source in the ordinary people's world, right?" Zuo Si asked very straightforwardly.
"Yes, I have heard of it. They even fought each other for the black liquid."
Dumbledore had obviously been paying attention to the technological development in the ordinary people's world and quickly gave a positive answer.
"Now that you know about oil, it's a lot easier to explain.
What is in front of you is called Shuoyou. It is a substance that can be used as fuel like petroleum, but can also strengthen itself by decomposing and absorbing other substances, and can also be controlled by magic spells.
In other words, it is a super-enhanced version of oil combined with magic.
With this thing, ordinary people's world is equivalent to obtaining nearly unlimited energy, and can easily overcome technical problems caused by unqualified materials.
Wizards can directly use magic spells to influence and change all technological products developed based on the oil.
This way, the wizards can continue to hide themselves and feel safe.
The world of ordinary people can also continue to develop in great strides, and even go beyond the earth to start the era of space colonization. "
Zuo Si listed all the advantages of Shuo Oil in one go.
As for potential pitfalls and flaws...
He simply omitted them all.
"Say oil?"
Dumbledore carefully opened the lid of the container, raised his wand and cast several spells in succession, trying to figure out the ingredients.
But unfortunately, apart from the fact that it can burn, no useful information was obtained.
In the next ten minutes or so, he made many attempts, including adding magic potions into the oil, throwing some things in for the oil to devour and decompose, or transforming them.
Finally, when everything on the desk in the principal's office was thrown away, the old man stopped with a sense of satisfaction. He stroked his thick white beard and said with emotion: "What an interesting and incredible creation. Did you create it through alchemy? Just like the Philosopher's Stone that can bring people back to life?"
Zuo Si calmly shook his head: "No, it's not entirely alchemy, there are many other things in it.
I hope to use your prestige in the International Confederation of Wizards to tell this news to everyone in the wizarding world.
At the same time, it promotes spells that control Shuoyou and destroy Shuoyou creations.
In this way, wizards can interfere with and manipulate the technological products in the ordinary people's world.
They no longer need to worry about being exposed.
Because with just one spell, all the oil-shielding devices will automatically block the wizard.
In fact, before I came to you, I had already built ten oil lakes in various corners of the world."
"Using magic to guide and control technology? After being silent for a few years, are you going to stir up a storm as soon as you show up?"
Dumbledore had obviously realized how drastic changes the oil would bring to the world.
He couldn't even confirm whether this change was good or bad.
But what is certain is that officials and politicians in the entire wizarding world will surely be in ecstasy...
(End of this chapter)
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