Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 254 - 254: 115. Knowledge Windfall—5

For example, Sector 8, controlled by the Meow Meow People, was clearly aligned with the law-abiding and good-hearted side. They definitely wouldn’t welcome the permanent presence of wizards from villainous factions.

Other Sectors also had their own stance and would explicitly oppose the appearance of wizards from certain factions.

Wandering wizards who had just arrived would stay in Sector 7 under the Golden Commerce Guild for a while, and as soon as they connected with the corresponding Alchemy Society, they would leave immediately…

In this way, Sector 7 of the Golden Commerce Guild often became a stepping stone for wandering wizards…

Noland Lee Jarvis didn’t know about this unspoken rule before, only now understanding the procedure for wandering wizards visiting the local area.

It was quite the coincidence.

After arriving here, the first force he encountered was a subsidiary of the Golden Commerce Guild, which saved him from a lot of unnecessary friction and disputes.

Had he stepped into a sector that didn’t welcome wizards from the Death Series, he would have been in real trouble. Upon closer consideration, Noland found the philosophy and position of the Golden Commerce Guild quite to his taste.

His Deconstruction technique didn’t limit the wizard factions or alchemy factions he targeted. He was able to deconstruct anything, making it highly versatile.

Placing him within a single wizard faction would inevitably limit the diversity of his deconstruction results.

Only a colorful social platform like the Golden Commerce Guild could satisfy his deconstruction needs.

Upon deeper reflection, it wasn’t difficult to realize…

If one day, Noland had to choose his faction affiliation…

An absolute neutral wizard faction would be his first choice.

Only in that way could he encounter the broadest variety of people and objects, and have diverse deconstruction results.

This coincided with Noland’s grand plan to peddle knowledge in the future.

If he didn’t possess enough diverse knowledge himself, how could he live up to the role of a “knowledge broker?”

As he pondered deeper, more ideas and thoughts emerged from the depths of his mind.

Noland took a light breath.

Waving goodbye to Cindy, his mind was filled with internet platform-related words like “platform,” “catch,” “channel,” “flow,” as well as “broker,” “commission,” “confidentiality,” and more.

A vague and massive plan was quietly taking root in the depths of his heart.

On the afternoon of the second day.

Sector 7, First Avenue 101.

This was a standalone building with a garden and pool.

Inside the wardrobe in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Noland Lee Jarvis was standing in front of a floor mirror, getting dressed.

While Cindy was arranging his accommodation, she also sent a talented lady-housekeeper.

Noland Lee Jarvis asked her to go to the marketplace and, within a morning’s time, brought him the clothes he needed.

The shirt was a white Empire cashmere dress shirt in the style and design of the Tatis Empire. It was quite formal, perfect for visiting the Cat Society Manor.

The material of this dress shirt was very soft, easily wrinkling with a pinch.

So, you had to keep your back straight while wearing it. Otherwise, it would look cheap and ruin your image.

The pants were herringbone pinstriped dress pants in dark blue, giving them a textured, granular feel while maintaining a solemn appearance due to their dark color.

After putting on the shirt and fastening the collar and cuffs, Noland took out a dark red patterned necktie, nylon suspenders, silver tie clip, and a dark blue herringbone formal jacket.

Wearing these clothes and accessories one by one, an image of Noland that was long absent appeared in the mirror.

“It’s so nostalgic…”

Standing in front of the mirror, Noland gazed at his reflection with a misty look in his eyes.

He removed the face towel and sunglasses from his face, activated “Disguise as a Living Corpse,” and changed his facial contours while his flesh writhed.

Half a minute later, Noland saw his pre-crossing appearance in the mirror. It was a handsome man in a suit who worked daily between an office building and home.

He never thought he would see this appearance again in this world.

The only regret was his eye color.

Before crossing, his eyes were black, and now, even with the help of “Disguise as a Living Corpse,” they remained the icy blue of “Noland Lee Jarvis.”

Noland picked up the brown sunglasses on the table and put them on to cover his Empire-colored eyes.

He lifted his hands and gently rubbed his face, pinching into existence another visage.

Since he was going to formally visit the Manor, wearing a face towel would undoubtedly be impolite.

A presentable face was essential.

After some preparation, a face with prominent brow bones and deep eye sockets characteristic of a local from the Federation appeared on Noland’s face.

He opened the door and left the standalone building walking on the spotless stone, passing through the front courtyard garden, and got on the waiting steam locomotive outside the fence.

Cindy had informed him that he was going to the Cat Society Manor, and in advance, had sent a special car from the Golden Commerce Guild.

Noland ignored the Commerce Guild emblem outside the carriage, got into the car, and followed the steam locomotive through the streets to enter Sector 8.

The Cat Society Manor occupied a vast area, located in the city’s core area close to the Great Rift.

Behind the metal fence gate was a long garden passageway shaded by trees, with delightful animals and fountain sculptures spraying water on the lawns on both sides.

After the exclusive car of the Golden Commerce Guild entered the Manor Gate, it continued driving deep into the Manor and ultimately stopped in front of a castle-like building.

Noland got out of the car, his gaze moving upwards along the steps in front of him.

At the castle’s entrance, ten meters above the ground level, he saw Philia wearing an off-the-shoulder long dress and a shawl..