The diary hadnât raised any warnings. Ralph was most likely done for.
Saul turned his head to look at the dazed knight Olaf, who floated beside him in stunned silence.
The resentment on his face had vanished. He stared ahead, dumbfounded like a child.
He even looked⊠a little sad.
Narrowing his eyes, Saul activated his mental energy and examined Olafâs soul closely.
To his surprise, a second face had appeared on Olafâs ownâa face that belonged to the butler, Hunter, like a mask strapped to the knightâs head.
All of Olafâs pain and hatred stemmed from that face.
âYour form is rather special, stronger even than many apprentice wizards Iâve met. Are you really just a powerless butler?â Saul asked curiously.
Hunterâs face first showed surprise, then turned venomous as his gaze locked onto Saul. âI underestimated you. You looked like nothing more than a wandering Second Rank apprentice, but youâve got a lot of nice toys.â
His expression carried a trace of sorrow. âI really am just a regular butler⊠But my intelligence far surpasses you man-eating wizards! If not for my poor magical aptitude, no wizard in the entire Bloodthorn Family could compare to me. That pack of idiots wasted so many resources and couldnât even comprehend the simplest rune constructs. If only⊠if only I had magicâŠâ
Lost in his self-pity, Hunter calmed down slightly, his vacant eyes fixed on Saul.
âYou win, kid. Youâre a lucky one. I couldnât protect the honor of the Bloodthorns. Now itâs fallen into the hands of a lowborn like you. But youâre smarter than I expected. Maybe the Bloodthorn legacy will truly thrive in your care.â
He let out a bitter laugh. âNow go ahead. Kill me.â
Saul stared at him in silence. At last, he realized that Hunter shared the same kind of talent he did: excellent mental aptitude but terribly poor magic potential.
Worse even than Saulâs. The man didnât even have the qualifications to step into the wizarding world.
With magic aptitude lacking, one had to find ways to enhance it artificially in order to keep learning and advancing.
Wizard knowledge wasnât simple knowledge. It carried its own radiation and contamination.
Had Saul not survived the transformation of his body, boosting his magic power, he wouldâve been stuck as a First Rank apprentice forever, unable to learn deeper knowledge.
And from what he later discovered, staying too long at any apprentice level would eventually lead to death by unknown contamination.
In other words, a First Rank or Second Rank apprentice over thirty could die at any moment, either consumed by madness or turned into a monster.
The butler, Hunter, probably knew this. Thatâs why he ultimately stayed outside the wizarding world, only daring to gaze longingly at its dangers and wonders from afar.
Ironically, only after death, or rather, after being turned into a wizardâs tool, did his impressive mental talent finally find a use.
Heâd helped his master escape Victorâs schemes and nearly tricked Saul, too.
Saul couldnât help but feel a trace of admiration for him.
He raised his hand. Transparent worms appeared on his arm, and one shot out, landing on Hunterâs face.
Facing death, Hunter showed a flash of fear, but a small smile also curled at the corner of his lips.
âItâs finally over⊠I can go be with my master.â
But the transparent worm didnât immediately dissolve his soul.
âNot quite,â Saul said with a sudden smirk. He took out the blood-red magic crystal and lightly tossed it up and down.
The wraith of the knight, still bound to the crystal, bobbed up and down in the air with it.
âLetâs talk about the magic crystal. Any other traps inside? Did you tamper with those scrolls?â
Hunterâs closed eyes snapped open. He stared at Saul with utter shock and a hint of horror.
âYou⊠youâŠâ
âHow did I know you tampered with them? Hm⊠maybe I watched too much TV in the past?â Saul said with a teasing grin.
Hunter didnât understand the reference, but he knew now, his final trap had been exposed.
He deflated completely, his soul flickering like it could collapse at any moment.
âNot going to talk? Well, you do seem the stubborn sort, ready to die rather than give up secrets. But thatâs fine. Iâve got ways to interrogate souls. Itâll help pass the time while Ralph finishes dying.â
Hunterâs soul trembled uncontrollably as if heâd just seen the most terrifying demon in existence.
Five minutes later.
The basement finally fell silent. Hunterâs soul dissolved completely, full of unresolved resentment.
Without Hunterâs mental energy to support him, Olafâs wraith vanished almost instantly.
Before disappearing, the knight gave Saul a glance filled with gratitude.
Poor guy. Ever since stepping into Ralphâs manor, heâd been used by everyone, both in life and after death.
This is why regular people should never get involved in wizard affairs. Even death doesnât spare you from torment.
Saul had originally planned to mention Sid just to spite Hunter before the end.
But he held his tongue. The manor was still dangerous. Victorâs status remained uncertain. Best to keep some secrets buried.
Thanks to his years of experience in the mortuary, Saul had skillfully uncovered Hunterâs final trap.
Turned out, the last third of each scroll within the magic crystal had deliberately been scrambled. One had to read them in a specific order, otherwise, the information would seem plausible but ultimately be false.
If Saul had followed the false knowledge, it wouldâve been like going mad from a cultivation error, ending in death or insanity.
âLooks like the informationâs safe now. Hunter had nothing left but instinct by the end, no rational thought. What he said was most likely true. And I still have the diary to verify it.â
Satisfied, Saul tucked the blood-red crystal back into his coat.
âThe legacy of a wizarding family⊠What a haul. Though I did have to burn that Second Tier scroll in the end.â He wiped the sweat from his chin with his sleeve.
Both the battle in the basement and the interrogation afterward had drained his mental energy.
Fortunately, Saul had a strong mental talent. Any ordinary Second Rank apprentice wouldâve fainted long ago.
Of course, the victory wasnât just his own doing. Heâd used plenty of external aids, too.
Before the mission, the Tower Master had warned him, this wouldnât be a simple trip. His life might be at stake.
So, after careful consideration, Saul had splurged on a powerful trump card.
He had just become a Second Rank apprentice and lacked a reliable killing move, thus, he bought a Second Tier spell scroll: Flame Pearl.
It was that scroll which had gravely wounded Ralph, allowing Saulâs antidote to work quickly.
Otherwise, the basementâs barrier, damaged by Mordenâs brute-force entry and barely stable for an hour, mightâve collapsed before the worm-man died.
So yes, sometimes itâs better to invest in a single strong item than to collect a bunch of smaller ones.
Besides, most items werenât as useful as Little Algae anyway.
Saul crouched by the door and placed his hand on the basementâs spell seal but didnât activate it yet.
Instead, he ran through a simulation in his mind.
The diary told him: the worm was barely alive, but still lying in wait with its mouth open, hoping to swallow him whole.
Saul frowned. The barrier didnât have much time left. If Ralph didnât die soon, Saul would have to retreat and come back later once it was safe.
But he hesitated⊠glanced at the diary again⊠and crouched down once more.
He silently counted to twenty, then placed his hand on the door again.
This time, the diary said: the worm was on its last legs. If Saul went down now, he could die along with it.
He waited several more seconds and tried a third time.
Now, the diary said nothing about dying. It closed itself with a bored flutter and flew back to Saulâs left shoulder.
Ralph was finally finished. He no longer had the strength to drag anyone to hell with him.
Saul smiled and carefully channeled his magic to unseal the basement door.
(End of Chapter)
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