Chapter 691 - 1 Here Comes Trouble (2/2)

This gray-robed man snickered, then his head tilted and his eyes lost their light.

Huh?

In Roland’s perception, this man’s spiritual consciousness instantly disappeared.

This wasn’t right. When normal humans died, the spirit would undergo a process, going from strong to weak before finally disappearing completely.

Perhaps people had different life forces, and this process varied in duration, but it had to happen.

It was never like a bubble-pop, and then no more.

Roland cast a small Hand of Magic and removed the white wolf mask. He was greeted with a miserable, pale, gray face.

A dead man?

Roland immediately stripped the man of his clothes and found that his body, though well-preserved, was already covered with livor mortis.

Long dead?

A lich’s substitute?

No, no… Roland felt incredulous. Normally, the lich’s substitute could only use spells, and they couldn’t use Warrior skills.

Roland’s eyes narrowed for a moment before he walked over to the other corpse, the one he’d shot high into the air with his mental powers. It fell to the far side of the grass, all but flesh and mush.

Walking over to the side of this corpse, Roland noticed that there was a black bloody sludge flowing around the area.

A person who had just died couldn’t be in this state.

Another corpse that had been dead for a long time.

A corpse that could use Hunter’s skills? This was not a normal resurrection.

Because a corpse that was resurrected from the dead couldn’t talk even if it retained the skills it had in life.

Just like John Senior’s corpse, it would only growl and scream.

But in any case, it had to be directly related to the gang of dark Mages, or lich, who played with the corpses.

However, he never seemed to have provoked them.

Roland was puzzled, and then he snapped his fingers and teleported back to Delpon.

After finding Vivian and Christina and telling them what had just happened and warning the two to be careful on their own, he went to the Guild of Mercenaries and issued a quest for them to find the group wearing the wolf masks.

After that, he teleported to the Red Magic Tower and found Alfred.

He also told Alfred about this, and then asked him about the liches. After listening to Roland, Alfred sighed helplessly. “I don’t have much of a clue about this either, because the dark Mages and liches are very secretive and it’s hard to find them.”

“By definition, dark magic is also spellcasting, right, but it’s not under the jurisdiction of certain Magic Towers?” asked Roland.

Alfred revealed a helpless smile. “It is said that two or three hundred years ago, dark magic was also divided into two factions, one governed by the school of transmutation and the other by the school of conjuration.”

“Then differences arose?”

“Yes, because curses in dark magic are extremely powerful and vicious, despite being transmutations, and are avoided as taboos.” Alfred opened the drawer, took out a somewhat old book from it, and continued, “Then the summoning apprentices also felt that the necromantic spells were too evil, so they wanted to ban Mages from learning them. But spells are spells, and some people are just good at them, so how could you not let them learn them?”

“So they ended up running away and then huddled and merged into the school of dark magic?”

“Pretty much like what you said.” Alfred pushed the book in front of Roland. “I wrote this book when I was young. It contains a lot of trivia about the world of magic and some secrets that very few people know. You can read it, but don’t share it with others.”

Roland picked up the book and said, “I understand.”

Alfred smiled and said, “Recently you’ve invented the sugar-making spell. Very good, keep up the good work.”

“Thanks.” Roland smiled and said, “It’s all because the chairman has taught me well.”

“Don’t flatter me.” Alfred waved his hand. “You should have a son with Stephanie sooner rather than later and leave a proper heir for the Fareins royal family, that’s proper business.”

Roland rolled his eyes, ignoring the old unsophisticated man, and simply turned to leave.

He then made a trip to Stephanie’s territory, and after putting away a few magic bricks in the large underground cavern and making several more “solar systems,” he teleported back to Delpon. His body, which was already running out of magic power, was really dragging It didn’t take that long to build up magic power in half a day, but due to Vivian’s “disturbance,” the speed of magic power regeneration was greatly affected.

After accumulating magic power, he went deep into the mountains somewhere, found the Summoner’s Association that was under construction, and built them a Long Distance Teleportationon array.

It only teleported to Wetland City.

When it was done, Roland took a break just as the game server went down.

The world turned black and white as usual.

Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin and freshened up

His body was getting stronger and he felt more energetic.

Even a little too energetic, as he always wanted to find a girl to vent with.

It seemed that the body in the game and the body in reality were not connected.

This wasn’t a good thing. If he was too energetic, his efficiency would be reduced when he absorbed energy during meditation… Wait!

While thinking so, Roland suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He suddenly remembered a spell he had learned in the Transmutation Magic Tower.

Semen to Mana!

If this skill could be used in reality, he wouldn’t need to specifically go looking for energy to absorb.

This seemed worthwhile.

Roland’s eyes sparkled.

It was as if he had titanium in his eyes.