Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 188 Before the Feast
Not right.

Ten or even nine points are wrong.

Wu Chen had a clear understanding of his own abilities—he knew that he could learn intermediate and lower-level magic almost instantly. As for higher-level magic, it basically only required a lot of time and effort, which was why he could use willpower or source power to give it a super acceleration.

He is indeed a talented spellcaster.

However, when it came to summoning magic, Wu Chenchen wasn't entirely clueless; in fact, he was completely ignorant. He hadn't yet figured out the specific reasons, but he felt it was related to his past experiences and self-awareness to some extent.

Probably.

Because summoning magic basically requires learning annihilation script, unlike the magical theories that are completely new to him. He had actually studied languages ​​on Earth—from elementary school to high school, learning English took him a great deal of effort. So when English was replaced by annihilation script, his learning naturally became more difficult.

He could only summon items that didn't require annihilation language, and with some effort, he could use them. In Nirn, in Mondath, necromancy was clearly within the realm of summoning.

After all, the Soul Tomb is also annihilation, and it is the source of all necromancy. Communicating with the Soul Tomb also requires mastering the corresponding type of annihilation language. Therefore, after a brief attempt, he stopped spending his energy on this area.

"Well……"

Wu Chen frowned slightly.

The necromancer's amulet was still in his pocket, but he had neither formally equipped it nor activated its function.

It's a bit strange—it can't be that even partial unsealing of this thing has such remarkable effects. Or is it that my knowledge is actually insufficient, to the point that I'm mistaking a simple necromancy enhancement for some kind of extraordinary talent?

Or perhaps the high-level vampire's body provides too much of a boost?

"Hey, what mischief are you plotting now, you monster?" Leme, on the other side of the carriage, began to employ his negotiating skills again. "You were all cunning and treacherous just now, what, not pretending anymore?"

Her voice was clear and bright, her neck slightly raised. Her eyes held no fear, clearly indicating she was prepared to accept any consequences and would never yield. And naturally, before Wu Chen could act, this personal maid sensed anger first.

"Please allow me to tear this wretched woman's mouth apart right now, Lord Dust." The maid's eyebrows shot up; the word 'tear' was clearly not a figure of speech, but a literal description. Veins bulged on her pale palms, and her fingertips shifted towards the shape of claws.

But Wu Chen only slightly raised his hand.

He stopped the maid from improvising and instead watched Lemère with great interest.

"You just said I've become cunning and treacherous. What evidence or reason do you have?"

"It was...it looked really bad!" She raised her head, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Just now, when you were waving at the window...you...you must have done something bad!"

bad thing.

Wu Chen raised a finger, and the slightly closed window opened immediately. The hellhound, which had been trotting behind the banquet carriage since its resurrection, let out an excited growl. It swiftly leaped out, successfully landing in the carriage and obediently stopping in the center.

Lemère let out a small gasp.

The hellhound responded with a low growl.

“It likes you very much.” Wu Chen’s gaze lowered. He had indeed understood the howl of the hellhound, and even the rough model of the corresponding language immediately appeared in his mind. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he mastered this special language, which could perhaps be called an annihilation language.

This is not something Wu Chen should or could do.

"Here you go." He raised his hand and gently pushed it out. An idea surfaced in his mind, only to instantly transform into a tangible, usable object. A small spell, or rather, a small skill, was created.

The technique involves transferring ownership of a low-level summoned creature. Just now, he successfully relinquished control of the hellhound from his grasp and handed it over to Lemère—who thus gained a ferocious pet capable of foraging for itself and sustaining itself. Aside from its appearance, it's quite a good pet.

"Gurgle—" the blonde girl made a sound of dissatisfaction. But she did not refuse the gift because of this—she cautiously reached out and gently touched the dark-skinned undead dog—she hesitated slightly when her fingertips touched the dog's head, but quickly found the courage to let her fingertips lightly glide across the dog's head.

Her features seemed to soften a bit, and if they weren't inside the carriage, in front of Wu Chen, she might have let out a small cheer. This behavior was somewhat beyond Wu Chen's expectations.

She's clearly using Ramaya's alternate account, yet she's portraying herself as an innocent young girl—not that her current persona is inappropriate. The key point is—

—There are no illusions.

There were no ears or eyeballs that suddenly appeared. This might mean that Ramaya's gaze was not directed in this direction at this moment.

It seems she's quite satisfied with her current situation?
Wu Chen didn't say or move much. He simply leaned back quietly in his seat, watching the blonde girl opposite him clumsily interact with her pet dog. Until, after a dozen seconds, her movements stiffened almost imperceptibly, and a very faint blush appeared on her neck and ears.

A conjecture surfaced in Wu Chen's mind.

But before that thought becomes a concrete idea—

The carriage stopped.

Leimei stopped teasing the hellhound—the banquet venue had been reached, and she was destined to spend her days there as a 'dance partner'—the previous little interaction was nothing more than an illusion at the end of her life. From beginning to end, the relationship between Wuchen and her was that of a diner and food.

At least that's what she thinks.

She raised her head again, her delicate face tense with effort.

"Lord Duster, we've arrived." The personal maid spoke in a cheerful voice, opening the carriage door for Wu Chen. Wu Chen nodded slightly, stepped forward, took Lei Mei's arm around her waist, and led her out of the carriage.

The banquet venue was even grander than expected.

The building in front of us clearly resembles the palace of the kings.

Unlike Valhach Castle or other vampire lairs, which are barbaric, bloody, and littered with bloodstains and bones, the feast venue arranged by Ramaya was clearly much more 'civilized' than her kind.

Many elegantly dressed gentlemen and nobles walked among them. They all carried a faint, unmistakable stench of blood, perhaps imperceptible to ordinary people, but instantly recognizable to their own kind. Each was accompanied by one or more beautiful young men and women. Most of them had dazed eyes, clearly under the spell of vampires. A few, however, wore eyes of terror, a fear that the vampires found strangely appealing.

Morag Bal's familia indeed looked exactly like this. Those vampires who had no recollection of Wu Chen, or whose identities were only vaguely recorded in the intelligence files, greeted him warmly. They chatted for a bit, teasing him about how 'Dust has finally learned to bring a dance partner to a banquet.'

Dealing with them took Wu Chen a lot of time and energy. In the corner of his eye, he saw Callisto and Belfago.

Callisto's injuries had been treated to a minimum. He stood in a corner of the banquet, wrapped in a black cloak.

Meanwhile, Belfago, the vampire who should be second only to Ramaya, took an interested step toward Wu Chen after observing his aura of power several times.

“You’re here quite early, Dust.”

(End of this chapter)