Night.
The laboratory, in the main lab.
Richard sat in front of a long experimental table, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the surface, making a "tap-tap" sound as he pondered.
Organization? The true identity of the organization?
It wasn't the White Stone Tower Wizard Association, nor the Frank Kingdom, which meant it wasn't a local power but rather an external one.
According to the conversation between the man and the woman, this organization had defined what was prohibited and what was not, and had even set classified levels for the forbidden items. This wasn't something that could be done haphazardly—it required the investment of time and effort from many people, working together to establish a reasonable list. This indicated a vast, well-functioning power.
Combining both inferences, it could tentatively be surmised that this group was a vast, formidable surreptitious force from elsewhere, extending its tendrils into White Stone City.
