Chapter 115: The Witch’s Burying Ground
Chapter 115 – The Sorcerer’s Burying Ground
Nick arrived at Black Castle that night.
As soon as he entered the Black Castle, before he had the chance to greet Mochi Mochi, he was pulled into the small dark room by Byron and Sol.
“Nick, is there a paper mission statement for the mission you asked Saul to check out in Mill Sail Town?” Byron got right to the point as soon as he came up.
Nick sniffed and immediately lowered his eyes and raised his hands in a dry gesture of surrender.
“No.” He said in a deep voice, “I admit that the mission of covert scouting was actually issued to Saul by myself.”
“Purpose?” Sol stepped forward.
Nick pursed his lips for a moment, “Lately it’s been getting harder and harder to apply for the Sound Grinding Fruit in the tower. I’ve pursued the matter, and the reason is that the amount of tribute itself is dwindling. I was supposed to take advantage of this departure from the tower to claim a quest to Mill Sail Town from Mentor Rum, and see if I could get some Ground Sound Fruit privately. But I didn’t realize that something came up halfway and I had to leave before I asked Saul to figure out the reason for the decrease in the production of the Grinding Sound Fruit.”
He looked up at Saul, “On a whim, sorry. But I’ll come up with extra payment for you. I wonder if you’ve found the reason, Saul?”
Saul and Byron looked at each other and picked up some facts, “The sorcerer in Mill Sail Town was refining the Grudge Spirit in an attempt to advance, and part of the reduced production of the Ground Sound Fruit should have been used by him to maintain his sanity.”
“A portion?” Nick immediately noticed Saul’s choice of words.
“The townspeople also trade the Grinding Sound Fruit with the barbarians for the peace of the town.”
A hint of doubt appeared on Nick’s expressionless face, “Barbarians? Why would barbarians want sound grinding fruit?”
“Would barbarians use sound grinding fruit to maintain their sanity?” Saul asked rhetorically.
“No,” Nick shook his head, “Barbarians are so keen on madness that even barbarian priests use their own methods to maintain sobriety.”
So why do barbarians need sound grinding fruit? Or were the barbarians just a facade?
Seeing Sol frown in thought, Nick once again lowered his eyes in silence.
Byron suddenly asked from the side, “What was it that made you leave halfway?”
Nick glanced at Byron, but didn’t hide it, “My father died, and the family’s people shouted at me to go back and sign the documents to give up my inheritance.”
This reason was too sufficient, and it was well checked, and Saul could not determine whether Nick left on purpose or not.
The room was a little quiet for a while.
Nick looked at the silent pair and spread his hands and said, “I’m not upset, don’t worry about it.”
Byron stood up suddenly, “In that case, you’ll have to transfer your due payment to Saul when we get back to the tower.”
Nick immediately said, “There’s no problem with that, there’s just one reward that a first level apprentice can’t receive, I can change it for him ……”
“That’s not necessary, Senior Nick.” Saul raised his hand, “I was forced to promote to second level when I fought with the barbarians in Mill Sail Town.”
Nick opened his mouth, the words he originally wanted to say clogged in his throat.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly pressed one hand against his chest, “I’m not surprised.”
After a pause, the hand pressing against his chest pressed slightly harder, “I’m not jealous.”
“Then it’s settled!” Byron hammered out, “Get ready tonight, and tomorrow we’ll set out for the Valley of the Drooping Hand.”
With that said, he stood up and headed for the door, halfway there and back, inviting Saul and Nick out of the room.
That night, Saul pondered Nick’s words of the day as he lay in his slender, coffin-like room on his slender, barely able to turn over bed.
Listening to Nick’s explanation, this mission, indeed, might have been his improvisation.
After all, that reason that made him have to leave halfway through was still quite good.
However, when Saul brought up the fact that the fields in Mill Sail Town had been destroyed by the barbarians, Nick didn’t show the concern he should have.
Again, this performance didn’t quite match Nick’s concern for the Mill Sonic Fruit.
Even if Nick was an extremely emotionally introspective person, his importance to the Grinding Sound Fruit still varied greatly back and forth.
Was Nick trying to send some message to Saul through the sound grinding fruit incident?
He closed his eyes and a face flashed in his mind ……
The next morning, the three of them got up early to pay their respects to the caretaker of the Black Fortress.
Instead of riding in the cramped Wizard’s Tower wagon, they took the Wooden Spider, a local token of transportation in Black Castle.
When Thor saw the Wooden Spider, he thought he saw a giant caravan with eight legs.
This was because the place they were going to this time was the Valley of the Drooping Hands, the place where the great war between multiple wizard powers had once taken place. It was a place that could not even be approached for ordinary people, so when wizards traveled there, they would not bring their servants with them. Large sorcery props like wooden spiders were their most commonly used means of transportation.
Just be careful when you drive it, it’s heartbreaking to pay for it if you break it.
Saul carried down his full set of soul research tools from the carriage.
Nick had brought a lot of rope from the inductor’s chair and some metal rings.
Byron, on the other hand, brought some odd parts and a few special bottles. Those bottles were used to store special soul bottles for evil spirits.
For a physical body, a soul bottle was fragile, but for a spirit it was incredibly strong.
Ordinary evil spirits and grievous spirits would have trouble escaping when caught in them.
For this mission, both Saul and Nick were here to assist Byron in catching evil spirits.
By the way, they would take the opportunity to do some research of their own.
The three of them seemed to have forgotten last night’s little friction, and looked as if they were working together as a team.
The Valley of the Drooping Hands, the former battlefield of the wizards, the place where the wizards buried their corpses.
The reason why the war was initiated in the first place is no longer known, only that too many witches died in the war, so that the western part of the northern continent was almost cleared of all witch forces.
There was a period of time in the western region could not even find a second-order sorcerer.
But this situation didn’t last long, because the eastern part of the northern continent and many forces in the southern continent had their eyes on this vacuum area.
After some open and shut battles, new sorcerer forces moved into the western region.
Among them was Golza’s wizard tower.
Therefore the sorcerers of the Sorcerer’s Tower were very vocal in the entire sorcerer community of the western region.
As long as they didn’t die, the three of them, Saul, who could almost walk horizontally, sat in the wooden spider and approached the entrance of the Drooping Hand Valley a little bit.
“The Draped Hand Valley is also the entrance to the western region into the Desolate Mountains. Ever since the War of the Draped Hand Valley, one of the western region’s passages into the Masterless Lands has been blocked.” Byron sat in the car and pointed out to Sol the destination to which he was heading.
“The Land of No Man?” Saul had heard the word in his All Things Awareness class, but there were only bits and pieces about it.
“Well, it’s a place where even full-fledged wizards have to be extremely careful going over there, and I’ve only heard it mentioned occasionally.” Nick said from the sidelines.
“It’s good not to go there.” Byron ended the discussion about the Masterless Land.
The wood spiders finally drove up close to the Valley of the Drooping Hand and began to climb downward.
What the Valley of the Drooping Hand originally looked like, Sol could no longer imagine, but the entrance here was like a large, extremely steep slide.
Pieces of debris descended steeply like a waterfall from the plain where Saul and the others were.
The angle of descent was almost seventy degrees, just like the angle of a person who fell against a wall with his arms hanging down helplessly.
A road like this was impossible for ordinary carriages to travel, but wooden spiders with eight legs could climb up and down like real spiders.
Moreover, the wooden spider’s carriage would also automatically adjust its angle to ensure that the bottom of the carriage was always parallel to the horizontal plane, and would not allow the people inside the carriage to roll around.
As the wooden spider climbed down a little, Saul saw a valley sandwiched between two high mountains.
A wind blew over, and the wind was mixed with the smell of blood that hadn’t subsided in how many years.
The temperature in the carriage was also decreasing with the height, and Saul unconsciously grabbed his sleeves.
“There’s no need to be nervous,” Nick reassured Saul, “The depths of the Valley of the Drooping Hand are where the Wizard Wars will be fought. We won’t be in much danger if we’re only catching evil spirits at the very periphery.”
Byron was also looking out the window, searching for a suitable place to set up camp.
Hearing Nick’s words, he nodded his head “hmm” in agreement.
Saul, however, peeked his eyes towards the diary.
As soon as he entered this valley, Saul always had a tingling sensation all over his body.
It was as if there were countless people, staring at him.
“It should be …… “Saul tugged on his collar to let himself breathe more freely, “An illusion, right?”
(End of chapter)