The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Chapter 141: Chapter 87: A World Without Tier 7

She immediately shut her mouth and fell silent.

Sean, on the other hand, muttered to himself, "It’s not that I’d mind you trying to manage me, but you’d need some standing to do so..."

Elvire cut him off, annoyed. "Who wants to manage you? Go ahead and spend it all if you want. Let’s see what you do when it’s gone!"

’It’s easy to go from frugal to lavish, but hard to go from lavish back to frugal. Once Sean gets used to spending money like water and then can’t afford it anymore, he’ll realize just how foolish it was to have a feast on the train.’

"Simple," Sean said. "The Florist Family is huge and wealthy. We can just rob them again, can’t we?"

Elvire: "..."

’That actually kind of makes sense?’

’Like hell it does!’

’So he’d really do it again?’

Sean stifled a laugh. He was actually just kidding.

He wasn’t a professional robber; it was just a side gig he took on occasionally. This bank robbery was purely to collect a debt. After all, it was Zajik who’d pocketed his share of the publishing profits.

On the other hand, it also helped him play the part of a Wanted Criminal. Under normal circumstances, Sean wouldn’t do something like this. After all, in terms of sheer profit, robbing a bank was far less lucrative than raiding a warehouse or the Florist Family’s main headquarters.

For the upper class, money is the least valuable asset. For a major family like the Florists, a single collectible or a crate of Alchemy Materials could easily be worth more than twelve million.

As for the mysterious faction backing the Florist Family, their treasures would be worth even more.

"By the way," Sean thought of something and asked, "did you guys end up fighting that police chief? What was the situation?"

Kate shook her head. "We didn’t fight."

Koni added, "He never even came out."

Higgins had been the chief of the New Eldo police department for many years without ever being replaced. He was the chief when Kate and the others went to New Eldo a few years ago, and he still was now. This was proof enough that Higgins was outstanding at his job—at the very least, his superiors were satisfied. But to do this job well, just sucking up wasn’t enough. The foundation for navigating social politics was first and foremost having the requisite strength.

In all likelihood, the police chief had already reached Tier Six, with even more Magic Power than Sopea.

He was most likely on the same level as the Night Watcher and Adelf.

That’s why they had been so cautious at the time.

Not only were they prepared to gang up on Higgins, but Sopea had also set up a Dream Array in advance. They were just waiting for Higgins to come out so they could size up the chief who commanded the respect of core members of major families like Zajik and see just how powerful he really was.

It was also a way of sounding out that mysterious faction.

But in the end, Higgins stayed inside the police station for the entire night, refusing to take the bait.

They couldn’t just charge in and pick a fight with him.

What if Higgins had set his own trap, waiting for them to walk right into it?

They could only wait outside.

By the time Sean had finished his business, Higgins still hadn’t shown up.

It was hard to say whether he truly hadn’t noticed the trouble in the city or was just pretending not to, wanting to avoid a direct confrontation.

Sean mused, rubbing his chin, "Sounds like he’s deliberately hiding his strength, doesn’t it?"

Kate, annoyed that her night had been a waste, grumbled, "Either Tier Five or Tier Six. It’s an easy guess. What’s there to hide?"

"Couldn’t he be Tier Seven?" Sean asked.

"Impossible." This time, it was Sopea who shook her head.

Sean had only "awakened" recently and didn’t understand the current state of the world. Centuries had passed, and the world no longer had the abundant resources of the Era of Polymath. All Wizards faced two insurmountable hurdles—

First, the lost Forbidden Spells.

Not the kind of Meditation Techniques found in the library on the 3rd Floor of the Holy Hall, but genuine Taboo Spells and Magic.

Second, the unattainable levels of Magic Power.

The standard for Tier Six is for a Wizard’s Basic Magic Power to exceed 500 Lak.

Most people only knew the "exceed" part, not the specifics. Based on the tiered progression of Magic Power required from Tier One to Tier Six, they could only estimate the range for Tier Six to be 501 to 999 Lak, assuming that reaching 1,000 Lak made one a Grand Mage.

But in reality, the minimum Basic Magic Power for a Grand Mage isn’t 1,000 Lak, but 2,000 Lak.

This was a terrifyingly high number.

Especially when combined with Forbidden Meditation and Forbidden Spells.

Take Sean’s Forbidden Power, which multiplied his Basic Magic Power by 30 times: 2,000 Lak would become 60,000 Lak. And with each Lak of Magic Power being roughly equivalent to one hand grenade, you wouldn’t even need to detonate 60,000 grenades to kill someone—you could just crush them to death under the sheer weight.

The Power of every Grand Mage was terrifying.

It was no exaggeration to say they were walking bombs. If one went all out, they could easily destroy a city. And unlike a bomb, which was a one-time-use weapon, they were not. Aside from Forbidden Spells, which came at a cost, they had countless other ways to release their Magic Power and destroy everything in sight.

But by the same token, reaching Tier Seven to become a Grand Mage was not so easy.

Take Sean, for example.

Sean had once broken through from Tier One to Tier Two in half a month. That was an increase of 2 Lak in Basic Magic Power over 15 days, or about 1 Lak per week. That speed was already absurd. But even calculating with that absurd rate, and ignoring any bottlenecks, reaching 2,000 Lak would still take nearly 40 years.

Elvire was also a genius, and it would take her 80 years.

Even if a genius Wizard started their Meditation from inside the womb, they would be 80 years old by the time they became a Grand Mage—practically with one foot in the grave. And that didn’t even account for the body aging with the years. A Grand Mage like that could probably cast a single Forbidden Spell and then be ready for their own burial.