blueteamnovel Chapter 80: Speculation about the Eternal Tower and the "Gift" Given to the Mentor
Chapter 80: Speculation about the Eternal Tower and the "Gift" Given to the Mentor
After uttering that name, the second-level wizard Hobby felt the weight on his heart lift slightly. He let out a long sigh, then lowered his head deeply and remained silent.
"Hiss Peros?" The old man within the ring of flames repeated the name softly, his brow furrowed slightly, seemingly unable to grasp its meaning for a moment. But only for a fleeting instant—
"roar--!!!"
A furious roar, filled with the pain of being fooled and humiliated, exploded from the ring of flames like a tangible sonic wave!
"Do you think I'm senile?! Trying to fool me with someone who's been dead for who knows how many years?! Hobby! Are you all tired of living?!"
The terrifying pressure caused the flames in the entire hall to flicker!
Having anticipated this reaction, Hobby, under pressure that seemed to crush his soul, abruptly raised his head and explained in rapid but exceptionally clear words:
"My lord, please calm down! I find this extremely unbelievable! But the residual energy fluctuations at the scene—the kind of energy characteristic of extreme modification of living beings without any obvious side effects on the modifier—are absolutely unmistakable!"
"Looking across the entire Aikar region, and even the wider wizarding world, who else but that forbidden method could create such a powerful and evil 'wielder-body weapon' even at the apprentice level?! My lord, please investigate thoroughly!"
"Heh...hehehe..."
The old man, enraged to the point of laughter, let out a chilling laugh, his tone filled with extreme mockery.
"Good! Excellent! Hobby, you mean... a dead man, burned to the point where not even a trace of his soul might remain by the 'Fire of Death,' crawls back from hell just to kill my disciple?! What a perfect story! Huh?!"
Hobby did not back down at all. Meeting the old man's burning gaze, he threw out the most crucial information:
"My lord! Please think calmly! Leo is not only your personal disciple, but also a direct descendant of the Raeles family in this generation! He is one of the most similar direct descendants among the 'Fire of Death' surviving bloodlines!"
The old man's furious voice stopped abruptly, and his pupils contracted sharply!
The raging anger was instantly replaced by a chilling sense of surprise.
He stared intently at Hobby, his voice low and menacing: "...Go on."
Catching a fleeting moment of hesitation in her mentor's eyes, Hobby felt somewhat reassured and quickly pressed her advantage:
"The blood flowing through Leo's veins is extremely similar to the original bloodline of Lord 'The Flame of Death.' Within the entire Raeles family, aside from a few second- or first-level members, his bloodline purity is top-tier!"
He paused slightly, carefully observing the old man's reaction. Seeing that the man was deep in thought, he continued in a deep voice:
"More importantly... my lord, Lord 'The Flame of Death' killed the previous 'Lord of Silence,' and the remains of the previous 'Lord of Silence'... their whereabouts remain unknown! Equally mysterious is the corpse of Lord 'The Flame of Death'..."
A sharp glint flashed in the old man's eyes! Like two tangible flames!
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if trying to see right through Hobby: "You mean... they found... the corpses of the previous 'Lord of Silence' and... Qaboos?"
Hobby felt immense pressure; his Adam's apple bobbed, but he gritted his teeth and stuck to his judgment.
"Your subordinate... believes this possibility is... extremely high!"
"Heath, who 'came back to life'..."
The old man muttered these words to himself, his eyes flashing with a complex light—shock, doubt, and intense killing intent.
But then he firmly shook his head:
"Impossible! 'The Flame of Death' is no ordinary name! If Heath Perosse were struck by that flame that originates from the very source of his bloodline, there would be no chance of survival! His soul would be utterly incinerated!"
"Your subordinate is well aware of the divine power of Lord 'Fire of Death'!"
Hobby's tone was unusually firm, almost as if he were gambling with his own reputation.
"But the unique aura left at the scene—a cold, deathly stillness, yet imbued with a precise sense of control—that manipulates life and alters bodies... I swear on my soul! That was definitely the work of Heath Peros!"
"That's enough!"
The old man suddenly raised his hand, interrupting Hobby. His voice was now devoid of any hesitation, filled only with icy decisiveness and overwhelming killing intent.
"Then investigate! Use all available resources! Thoroughly investigate all registered and even reclusive official wizards in the Tower of Silence! Dig three feet into the ground! Even if this wasn't done by the 'resurrected' ghost himself, it must be related to those rats lurking in the shadows!"
His gaze was piercing, fixed directly on Hobby:
"And you, Hobby! Immediately go and examine the core archives of the Raeles family—all the scrolls of secret arts concerning bloodline connections, bloodline curses, and bloodline tracking! See if there are any forbidden arts that can only be performed with a specific bloodline! If you encounter any obstacles..."
The old man's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable authority.
"Tell them it's my order! This isn't just about one person's grudge anymore; it's about—a matter of utmost importance concerning my Eternal Tower!!"
Hobbit's heart skipped a beat, feeling the mountain-like weight in those words. He straightened his posture, his voice resolute:
"Yes, sir!"
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A few days later, deep within a secluded and secluded cave, where only the sound of dripping water echoed.
Hick (in raven form) stood on a protruding rock, his beak slightly open, and a simple, unassuming ring was silently spat out, landing in his shadowy claws.
"Sean." Hick's voice sounded exceptionally cold and clear in the cave.
Sean, who stood like a giant to the side, responded in a dull voice, "Yes, sir."
As he responded, the enormous body of the white spores began to emit a low, teeth-grinding sound as it slowly contracted, like a mountain sinking.
As his body gradually shrank, several pale, lifeless bodies—Leo and the white wizard apprentices—were squeezed out by an invisible force, falling heavily to the ground with a thud and stirring up dust in the cave.
Hick's cold gaze swept over the corpse on the ground, without any ripples.
The ring in his claws flashed with an eerie light, and an invisible suction force instantly enveloped the bodies—the next instant, the corpses had vanished without a trace.
"Regarding this matter,"
Hick's voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable penetrating power, echoing throughout the cave walls.
"I don't want anyone outside of this area to know. Understand?"
Sorey, Brown, and Sean (who had returned to normal human size) immediately bowed, their voices in unison and filled with reverence: "Understood, sir!"
"Now, let's go." Hick's gaze turned to the dark eastern exit of the cave. "Head east. I'll be waiting for you there."
"Sir, then you..." Sorey subconsciously looked up to ask, but before he could speak—
On the rock, the raven's silhouette had vanished silently into the shadows of the cave, like ink drops into water, leaving no trace.
Meanwhile, in a distant forest to the east, Hick, surrounded by a group of his men, had a slight smile on his lips.
"Mentor, I hope you like the gift I prepared for you. It must be quite interesting to be remembered by a level three archmage!"