Chapter 41: Haunted Manor

Chapter 41 – Haunted Manor
Arthur didn’t ride a horse, he ran all the way here.

With the strong physique of a level 4 warrior he could indeed do so, but he was pale and the blood light on his body fluttered as if it might go out at any time.

The one being carried on his shoulders was no other than George.

Dylan tried to step forward to check, and was forced back several steps by the blood light on Arthur’s body.

“Hai, Heine!” Arthur roared in a muffled voice.

Probably because the toxins in his body hadn’t been detoxified yet, his mouth was askew and he couldn’t speak well.

It was similar to those neurotic cadets in the Buried Bone Land who were infested with death gas.

Heine immediately stepped forward.

“I’m here.”

“Here, here!”

Arthur fished a crumpled piece of letterhead from his person.

Then staring dead at Heine, two lines of tears suddenly flowed down his hideously twisted face.

“Save, save him!”

He bit his words very hard and fell to the ground with a plop after uttering these words.

…

A necromancer was also considered half a doctor, and with the addition of parsing spells, checking the body wasn’t a difficult task.

Everything was fine with Arthur, only that the toxin had not been removed plus the physical exhaustion had led to unconsciousness.

But George ……

“His soul has no fluctuations, but his flesh shows no signs of being infested with death, and is still healthy and alive.”

Dylan tapped his brow, his tone complex.

“There are several methods that can cause this result within my knowledge, but none of them are below level five. Have you found anything?”

“Meta-spirit contamination.”

Heine whispered, also closing the pupils of the dead.

He had found a silver spot of light on George, but he was clearly alive.

He handed the letter to the other man.

“Keep your ravens on guard around the area, I’m going to try the meta-spirit spell.”

Dylan took the letter with a grave expression on his face.

There were only two lines scribbled on it:

‘You are right.’

“Take Arthur and run.”

He wanted to say something, but when he looked into Heine’s eyes, he had a shuddering feeling.

Those eyes were gloomy like the sky before a storm.

…

Seeing Heine leave, the three skeletons exploded.

Mr. Sa: “Holy shit, what kind of plot is this? I haven’t seen it before!”

Catch the Goat mused, “I don’t know what that letter says, but it looks like there aren’t many words.”

Teacher Xia: “Doesn’t this state of George’s look familiar to you guys? Why do I feel a bit like the ‘lost souls’ on the Zanla Plateau?”

Mr. Sa: “You mean those Orcs who had their souls extracted and made into bitter servants? But isn’t that something only a soul priest can do? How could there be a level 6 spellcaster in Ebony Town?”

Catch the Goat: “Is it possible that it’s Soul Loss Water? It’s a level 4 solvent, an alchemical material, and has a similar weakening effect. It’s very ineffective against people with resistance, but it’s hard to say about ordinary people like lords.”

Teacher Xia: “Who knows, anyway, the iron of the Veritas Yard intervened in this matter, and only the Lion King can get his hands on these things in the entire mountainous region. I just hope Heine doesn’t get on top of it this time, an opponent like that isn’t something we can handle at this stage.”

General Sa: “What’s the big deal about being a wimp, the big deal is Rune! Thirty years east of the river and thirty years west of the river, going somewhere isn’t better than staying here?”

Catching Sheep sighed.

“In that case, what’s the difference with the players in the beginning?”

Both of them fell into silence.

…

It wasn’t long before Heine returned to the lab from the cellar.

The spells below did not work for George, and it was clear that for a “lost soul” such a bridge was meaningless.

Worse news comes when Dylan’s raven sees three carriages approaching the estate.

They are obviously not good.

“To flee?” Dylan asked him.

There was no way he was going to escape on his own.

To him, the plateau to the west was a rift in the sky, and going east and south was a death wish.

Dwarves believe that the dead pass away in the dirt as a return to the arms of Mother Earth.

The elves believe that death infests the forests, and the people of gold regard necromancers as mortal enemies.

As for going north it is even more impossible.

His ancestors were traitors who fled from the tundra because of philosophical disagreements, and returning to the Shadow Temple would be easier than having him burned by holy light.

Heine shook his head as he asked rhetorically: “Is this house of yours resistant to burning?”

Dylan frowned, not understanding what this had to do with the house being resistant to burning.

Heine laughed, “Since they didn’t bring the large apparatus here, they will definitely stand outside and set a round of fire first, can your castle withstand it? You must not tell me that this manor was never designed with this day in mind?”

Dylan was stunned at first, then revealed a wry smile.

“The Gitilers have been waiting for this day for a long time.”

…

It turns out the Gitilers have indeed waited a long time.

Dylan activated all the traps and prohibitions in the manor, and the originally quiet and peaceful old castle instantly turned into an eerie haunted mansion.

Even the bunches of bloodsucking vines sun-dried into dried chili peppers on the exterior wall suddenly became full, rustling and wriggling along the walls as they shrank back inside.

Dylan emptied the fodder box and locked Arthur and George inside.

Then he took all the combatants to the attic at the very top.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the three skeletons directly climaxed!

Mr. Sa: “F*ck, why is this touching the equipment before the fight even starts?”

Mr. Xia: “And it’s still the boss himself bringing it to touch, and it’s even neatly stacked!”

Catch the Goat: “This is a lot more than what we saw when we went into the loot room after the boss fight, how much equipment did the fucking NPC gross us out?”

Sa General: “Don’t say it brothers, this wave even if the opposite side to ten regiments can’t bury us, I said! Thanatos can’t even save them!”

This time the two didn’t retort, because they also thought so.

Dylan was ready to fight to the death, opening up his inventory for Heine to pick at will.

He also applied special potions to the foreheads of all three skeletons and Heine.

This was so that most of the organs and puppets in the manor wouldn’t injure them by mistake.

This was a haunted manor after all, and the jars on the shelves could all be attached by wandering spirits and fall down on you head first in the cold.

Though Heine knew this was purely redundant – these three guys were probably far more familiar with the mechanisms than Dylan was.

But it was good to have an explanation for everyone.

Listening to the trio in his head reviewing the equipment as if they were reporting the names of the dishes, Heine also started the attentive serving service.

He put on the first vestments of his life, and took two more rings, a necklace and a staff.

Catch the Goat changed into a set of blood-red armor, said to be made of blood-dissolving wood.

When he put it on, it was as if his Flesh and Bone Connection had been activated.

The original faint blood light was red to black in an instant, and the whole person looked not much worse than the warrior brother in his heyday.

Mr. Xia, on the other hand, discarded the leather armor that was lightly enchanted, and instead let the bloodsucking vines wrap around his body, outlining a lightweight bodysuit.

Nice guy, massacre huh?

Not only that, but he also bagged most of the poison bottles.

Those potions were protected by the blood-sucking vines that branched out into thin branches wrapped around his body, like vesicles growing on the surface of a banyan tree, making him look as scary as he could.

As for Chief Sa, he wore a vestment over his lock armor.

Dylan had given him a strange look when Heine had initially done so.

It wasn’t until he watched the guy insert at least 100 arrows by utilizing the magic pocket’s ability to hold multiple scrolls that he was deeply impressed that people’s brain circuits were not the same.

In the end, Heine had distributed almost all of the equipment props in the attic.

Mr. and Mrs. Gitil were already numb to this.

The three of them didn’t suspect anything either.

The sheep-catching one was clearly a suit, and anyone could tell.

Teacher Xia and General Sa, on the other hand, had their order switched by Heine – the blood-sucking vines were what General Sa wanted, and the poison vials were a certain wanderer’s favorite.

But it didn’t matter, everyone was armed to the teeth anyway.

Instead, they marveled at Heine’s ability to “make the best use of what you have, and the future is bright”.

After that, they all retreated to their respective areas under Heine’s arrangement, waiting for those who didn’t know how to die to come to their doorsteps.

…

“Honestly, I wasn’t even this excited when we were the first in the world to walk into the Decadent King’s Palace back then.”

Mr. Sa could hardly hide the perversion in his tone, if it wasn’t for the fact that his bones were unable to secrete adrenaline, he was afraid that he would have been trembling with excitement by now.

Teacher Xia laughed, “It’s normal, after all, that was brushing a boss, how can it be as exciting as being a boss now?”

Catch the Goat: “Brothers, there’s only one request – don’t die, bring Heine along and survive, ok?”

“Ojbk!”

“No problem!”

…

With a bang, the iron gate of the manor was smashed open.

Defense of the Haunted Manor ……

It has officially begun.

(ω), I was going to do one more chapter, but I suddenly had an engagement at night, so the copies will start tomorrow! (Cheeky to ask for a wave of votes ah)

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