Chapter 195 – Into the Ancient Battlefield Once Again (1/2)

Entering the Imperial capital once again, Fatty submitted Lin Xi’s letter. With it, he got permission to visit the Imperial Palace and meet Grand Magus Laurent.

“Such a serious force of malediction and misfortune.” Laurent was shocked upon seeing Fatty at first glance, and he stood up to meticulously observe him.

After a long, long while, Laurent said, “There’s a way to resolve this, but…”

“But what?” Fatty loathed when these sorts minced words. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed a favor here, the elementalist would’ve definitely let this guy have a taste of his fist.

“If you want to solve the root of the problem, the best thing to do is give up everything, start over, and learn holy magic with me. After three months, you’ll definitely be capable of dispelling any evil force,” stated Laurent.

“Is there any other way?”

“Yes, but that method requires various materials as well as a great deal of my energy.”

Fatty carefully considered the prospects. Holy Magus was unquestionably a hidden class, but he still preferred Elementalist. Not to mention, it’d definitely affect his gameplay if he had to start from level 0 again.

“What are the materials? Is there a way to supplement your energy?”

Laurent revealed a smile at these questions. Obviously, he was anticipating Fatty asking. “Holy Spirit Stone, Sunshine Grass, Ghost Spirit Liquid, Holy Unicorn Horn…” Laurent immediately rattled off seven or eight items, all of which were required for a holy attribute class.

Finally, he took out a scroll and unfurled it. In an instant, an aura wrapped around Fatty.

“I used a high-rank holy scroll to suppress the evil forces within your body; it should make it easier for you to retrieve the materials. You can now do as you please without worry, but you must gather all of the materials within three months; otherwise, the scroll’s energy will run out, and the force of misfortune and malediction will explode. The consequences will be dire. Remember that,” he proclaimed emphatically.

Fatty was speechless. Apparently, this dude had prepared everything well in advance and had been waiting for an unfortunate fellow like Fatty to help him collect the materials. However, regardless of the credibility of Laurent’s words, if a condition was made, Fatty was naturally inclined to accept it.

Among the materials, the only one the elementalist recognized was the Holy Spirit Stone. In the past, for the “Sealing the Crack” mission, Fatty had specifically gone to the Ancient Battlefield and surmounted grave danger just for a single Holy Spirit Stone. If it wasn’t for the rogue mentor Sallip giving him several of those stones as compensation after their conflict, that mission would have been left incomplete even now.

“So, time for another trip to the Ancient Battlefield.”

Fatty didn’t dawdle after making up his mind. He walked around the capital to replenish his supplies, then entered the Ancient Battlefield once more.

The Ancient Battlefield hadn’t changed at all and was gloomy as ever. As far as the eye could see, a gray fog and an invisible pressure weighed upon the heart. The footsteps of monsters echoed in the distance, adding even more to the ghastly atmosphere.

With no hesitation, Fatty Stealth-ed his way in. He evaded several powerful bosses along his route until he arrived at a familiar place—the tombstones at the depths of the map.

Clink clink, twang twang… The elementalist had already caught wind of noises from quite a ways away. And, he was immediately delighted. An old friend!

As expected, Fatty found a small figure with a bag slung across its back in the graveyard. Squatting before a tombstone, the figure swung a pickaxe. However, upon hearing footsteps, the figure looked up to see the smiling Fatty approaching, and it immediately grew frantic.

Fwish! The Graverobber resolutely tossed aside the pickaxe, rose, and fled like lightning. Its extremely quick speed wasn’t something Fatty could match. Instead, he walked over to pick up the abandoned pickaxe. He was stunned to see that it was a Silver item.

Soil-Rotting Sharp Pickaxe

Level Requirement: 30

Attack: 1 – 2

Function: Turns the hardest earth into the softest of sand. Suitable for digging soil.

Notes: The professional tool of graverobbers.

Seeing as the grave was valuable to a Graverobber, it definitely had to have something good inside. Fatty caressed the pickaxe handle and nodded his head approvingly. Then, he summoned Wheat and started to dig.

The Soil-Rotting Sharp Pickaxe was much better than the Blacksmith’s Tool, as one would expect of a professional graverobber’s tool. Although Fatty had dug less than ten minutes, he’d already carved out a huge hole. Inside, the grave’s height, width, and length were all roughly five meters, and a coffin lay at the bottom. There were no other special burial objects.

“Forgive my offense,” Fatty apologized to the coffin, clasping his hands before his chest, and he pushed at the lid.

Creaaak… Even after an untold number of years beneath the earth, the coffin was still hard and solid. Fatty hacked, heaved, and pried until, finally, the lid opened a small crack. Dots of white light slipped through the crack from inside the coffin.

“Heh, the lid slides.” After prying open a crack, it was much easier for Fatty to pour out a bit of strength and slowly push it open the rest of the way.

Whoosh! A white light shot out, illuminating the entire grave, and Fatty jumped back in surprise.

After making sure that nothing else was out of the ordinary, he walked over to check the interior of the coffin.

Inside lay a corpse dressed in full armor. The head was covered by a helmet, so it was impossible to tell the occupant’s gender and age. The white light seeped from the covered head, possibly from an object held in the mouth.

Holy Spirit Stone! Fatty recalled that the Graverobber he’d met last time had, indeed, dug up a Holy Spirit Stone from a grave. Overjoyed, the elementalist reached out to pry off the corpse’s helmet.

Schwoom! With the helmet off, a white column of light beamed from the grave into the sky. The slightly opened mouth of the corpse revealed a small stone sparkling with white light. The warm glow that lit up the grave originated from this gem.

Indeed, a Holy Spirit Stone.

Pinching the jaw open with one hand, Fatty went for the stone with the other. Just as he snagged the stone with his fingers, a hand suddenly appeared on Fatty’s wrist, and the corpse opened its eyes. Swish!

Bang! Kicking a foot against the coffin, Fatty leaped away to escape the opponent’s grasp. The Holy Spirit Stone flew from his hand.

Klack… Klack… The snapping of bones rang out. The corpse’s hands grabbed at the coffin’s edge. With a bit of pushing, it stood up.