Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

In the private dining room.

Blood was all over the place, and a female body lay in the middle of it. There was a pentagram drawn in blood on the body, and there was a mysterious symbol at each of its points.

The scene looked very evil.

If it didn’t work, Thulhu would be accused of being a cultist on top of being a murderer.

Thulhu’s face looked cold. Using ancient Heber, he chanted,

“I pray for the blessing of darkness…

“I borrow the power of the moon…

“Thou, who keeps lingering in the darkness! In the name of the caster, Thulhu Botley, please come back to life!”

The use of ancient Heber in the casting made his tone sound mysterious and eerie.

Thulhu’s voice even sounded abnormally low and hoarse.

The candles on the table suddenly went dim, but a second later, they flickered back to normal, as if nothing happened.

He failed?!

Thulhu started to get a bad headache and the look on his face was very serious.

But he had to admit, this result was completely within his expectations. He wasn’t an extraordinary yet, and his skill level was rather low. A failure was well within expectations.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

Someone was coming down the corridor.

If Thulhu were the murderer, he would definitely send someone here to catch him at the scene.

Thulhu felt very dizzy and nauseated, but he forced himself to cast the spell again.

He had already set everything up, and he would try until the very last second. This sort of perseverance was part of his personality.

Also, his casting was much smoother the second time round.

It sounded like he was singing a song, a paean for the world of the dead.

“Sir? Do you need help?”

It was the waiter outside the door. The noise in the room had caught his attention.

Thulhu’s head was buzzing badly, and there was only one sentence left now.

He was afraid that he was going to fail again.

He was almost out of breath from anxiety.

The waiter was already banging on the door. He could barge in at any time.

“In the name of the caster, Thulhu Botley, please come back to life!”

The last sentence consumed all of Thulhu’s remaining strength.

Somehow, when he recited the last sentence in a low voice, another voice joined in.

With the additional voice, the pentagram on the floor started glowing with a scarlet light.

It worked!

Thulhu was thrilled, and his brain instantly felt reenergized. He wondered why. He recalled the voice he heard…

The look on his face suddenly changed.

At the end of the ritual, he heard the owner of the other voice murmur, “In the name of the moon!”

He had no idea what that was about.

But he couldn’t change anything now.

The pentagram on Beatrice’s body was shining and the light suddenly became even brighter.

Thulhu almost lost his balance and fell to the floor. “Damn!”

In that moment, he realized once again that he wasn’t an extraordinary yet.

Although his casting had worked, he didn’t have any “mana points,” so the spell had literally pulled out his life force!

On the panel, his constitution value suddenly dropped from 0.9 to 0.6!