Akinbade already understood what Vaughn meant!
"...No technology appears out of thin air. It must leave traces of its evolution... Developing technology also requires vast numbers of samples and consumable materials..."
He muttered the words Vaughn had said earlier.
Right!
First of all, was it possible that America had cracked the secret of the soul?
Akinbade did not dare say it was impossible for certain, but it was simply too difficult. Over thousands of years in the wizarding world, countless exceptionally gifted wizards had fallen into the enormous pit of "deciphering the soul."
The most famous people still alive were Nicolas Flamel and Albus Dumbledore!
It could be said that, in the wizarding world's mainstream understanding, the soul involved magical power, magic, mystery, and even the essence of this world.
This was also one of the reasons why he and the International Confederation of Wizards had been so urgent and terrified upon learning of something like "artificial wizards."
If his previous feelings had been like falling into darkness, enduring unbearable torment, then at this moment, as Akinbade repeated Vaughn's words, it was as though he had seen the light again.
Even the various bloody diagrams spread across the parchment before him suddenly looked adorable in his eyes.
His eyes gleamed as he looked at Vaughn. "How likely is that possibility?"
Vaughn shrugged, somewhat speechless. "How could I be sure? But for now, it seems like a relatively likely and easily achievable option, doesn't it?"
That was right!
Akinbade already understood Vaughn's meaning. The possibility Vaughn had raised was not much different from their previous line of investigation.
Both involved investigating traces of "technological development and evolution"—in other words, experimental consumables.
The difference was that the consumables they had previously focused on were missing wizards, while Vaughn's new line of thought