Chapter 51 - Chapter 51: Chapter 49 Mr. Humor_2 (1/2)
Chapter 51: Chapter 49 Mr. Humor_2
Viscount Bast sighed and crouched beside Mr. Gold, reaching out to close his eyes, then looked up at the middle-aged woman who followed.
“This is Madam Spirit Aura, an independent Extraordinary Exponent I have known for many years, a Level 2 necromancer-type Spellcaster. She can help us find the truth.”
Byrne looked at the so-called “Madam Spirit Aura,” aware that she was using a fake name.
“Madam Spirit Aura, hello, I am Byrne Fischer.”
“Hello.”
She responded indifferently, her eyes conveying a reclusive sense of social rejection.
Independent Extraordinary Exponents refer to those who do not belong to any organizations or have any family affiliations.
They act with less scruples, often only a thin line away from illegal extraordinaries and evil cultists.
“Madam Spirit Aura” was dressed in a dark purple robe, her hair still black and thick, with only the occasional grey strand surfacing, and moon-shaped earrings that glittered continuously on her ears.
Her face had a unique charm that had settled over the years, her skin slightly loose but still smooth and delicate.
Prophecy-type Spellcasters were rather rare, and using necromantic magic to investigate someone’s death was common, but the grand churches all believed that defiling a body without care was a bad thing.
In Claud World, research on Soul Power was almost nonexistent, yet the spellcasting talent of the necromancer type still existed, belonging to one of the eight major types that were the most difficult to find a tradition to practice.
Madam Spirit Aura did not make a sound, but silently closed her eyes to manipulate the Magic Power in the air around her.
A faint green light began to emerge from the body,
Viscount Bast quickly got up and approached his brother, Sheriff Renzo, and said rapidly:
“So what exactly happened, Renzo, huh, are you suggesting my beloved brother-in-law, fed up with his own corpulent figure after eating too much, shot himself? Bang! Just like that!”
Sheriff Renzo looked at his smiling elder brother, Viscount Bast, with an unreasonable gaze and said discontentedly:
“How can you still crack jokes under these circumstances? Have you completely lost your mind?”
Deep down, Byrne also felt that Viscount Bast, whether in public or private, was a man “too humorous and lacking in dignity,” even derisively referred to by members of the Eagle clan as “the clown viscount who feeds the lions in the circus.”
If it weren’t for the fact that the enemies of the Lion clan often ended up dead in ditches, or that on occasion some people would suddenly cry and apologize to Viscount Bast in public, people might truly treat this middle-aged lord of Fein City as a real “clown.”
“Ow!”
Suddenly, Mr. Gold’s eyes and mouth emitted a profound green light, and his hefty body started to float off the ground, making strange noises.
The body shouted hoarsely: “Help! Help! Byrne, save me!”
The voice was ice-cold and horrifying, and even Byrne could feel the dead man’s will eroding his own spirit, causing intense discomfort deep inside.
After the body spoke, Viscount Bast and Sheriff Renzo both turned to Byrne, who looked horror-struck.
Viscount Bast shrugged and said with a smile: “Byrne, actually, that sentence is good news for you; it directly clears half of your suspicion.”
“If he had screamed, ‘Ah, ah, ah, ah, Byrne, give me back my money!’, that would be bad because Mr. Gold’s money is my money!”
The viscount remained lighthearted, while Sheriff Renzo frowned and disapproved more than ever of his brother, but Byrne was far from able to laugh.
Madam Spirit Aura took a deep breath, controlling the necromantic magic wandering around, the mystical force that could awaken the deceased making Mr. Gold’s body speak.
She asked calmly: “Who killed you?”
“It was, it was… oh…”
The green energy on the body churned and boiled; it seemed full of hatred and fear, its raspy voice made Byrne feel a deep, eerie sensation from within, witnessing a dead man speak for the first time.