Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 99 Night of Slaughter

Every part of a monster is a treasure.

Monster meat is an important resource for accelerating martial arts cultivation. Monster hides are materials needed for mid- to high-level spell scrolls. Even bones and teeth can be made into necklaces and bone carvings, and engraved with inscriptions.

The book "Unveiling the Secrets of Inscriptions" details the differences between inscriptions on different materials.

First, biological and plant-based materials.

Commonly found are paper made from various leaves and animal hides, which have the advantage of being able to directly absorb free magic elements to activate.

While seemingly more convenient, it actually has many drawbacks, including shelf life, material load-bearing capacity, and wear and tear caused by frequent use.

Secondly, metallic materials.

Undoubtedly, the more robust the material, the more durable the inscription.

A frequently used set of inscribed weapons only needs maintenance once a year, without worrying about wear and tear from repeated use. Carefully stored in a warehouse, the inscriptions can still be reused even after hundreds or thousands of years.

Ancient artifacts are frequently unearthed around the world, all of which testify to the durability of weapons with metal inscriptions.

The downside is that metal cannot absorb free magic energy, so an energy-storing magic stone must be installed to use it. Furthermore, the difficulty of inscribing on metal is much higher, and the time required increases by hundreds or thousands of times.

In between are gemstones and jade.

Because the material is too brittle to be used directly as a weapon, it is mostly used as a component of ornaments.

Depending on the quality of the gemstone or jade artifact, the amount of magic energy it automatically absorbs varies. Generally, when inscribed with mid- to low-level buff spells, its durability is close to that of metal materials.

Tai'an greedily absorbed knowledge, turning the pages of the book at lightning speed.

Spellcasters generally possess memories far exceeding those of ordinary people. Even if they cannot reach the level of photographic memory, they are not far off.

Time slips away unnoticed.

After the guests left, Musophie, a retainer, and Larkin, a hired goblin, set up a table for themselves and enjoyed a quiet drink together.

Perhaps, because they were both outcasts, the two grew closer.

"Mr. Larkin, what have you been up to today? I haven't seen you much."

"I took the weekend off, went out to deposit some money at the Union Bank, and then went to the Adventurers' Tavern to see some old friends and tell them that I had found a decent new job."

"Oh, I see..."

West of the city, Bell Street.

Compared to Grey Mouse Alley in the east of the city, the environment is indeed much cleaner. At least you don't have to worry about stepping on suspicious objects while walking in the middle of the road, and the houses on both sides of the road are all built with bricks and tiles.

Although there is still no sewage system, there is a certain level of planning and management, so the air is not permeated with an unpleasant sour smell all year round.

At the alleyway near Agrea's house, several different groups of suspicious-looking faces have appeared.

"It's getting dark! She still hasn't come back. Are we going to have to spend the night out? This weather is so cold..."

"Be patient. Everyone who catches someone will receive ten gold coins, and the person who makes the first contribution will receive an additional twenty."

"That noble young master is really generous. He's willing to spend so much just to have some fun with a woman."

"The woman in the portrait is indeed very beautiful. Five hundred gold coins is definitely not a loss. If you put it in the club, you can break even in no time. It would also be a good gift for important people."

"Yes, nobles would never do business at a loss..."

The henchman who was keeping watch at the intersection rushed over and informed the leader that the target had appeared.

The young swordswoman, dressed in a blue-gray frost-blue fur coat, moved with the speed of the wind, her hands on the hilt of her sword, her eyes scanning warily as the men surrounded her from all directions.

The burly man at the head of the group had a hideous scar on his face, and his voice was deep and resonant: "Miss, please come with us. We promise we won't hurt you!"

What if I say no?

"I'm sorry! I didn't want to hurt your beautiful face."

A vicious gust of wind swept in from behind, a merciless blow that could break a person's spine.

Aglaia instinctively drew her sword and turned around. However, before she could act, everything came to an abrupt halt.

The next second, everyone was decapitated.

A sword strike so fast it was invisible, tracing the perfect path to death.

The thugs' sinister and excited expressions froze, slowly witnessing the world tilting.

Ovisca lowered her bone sword as if she had done something insignificant.

"There's another target on lookout not far away. Should we eliminate him completely, or give chase..."

Aglaia's heart pounded, and she was speechless, her pale lips slightly parted. In the blink of an eye, six or seven lives had vanished, and she deeply felt the cruelty and ruthlessness of the undead.

Life is like grass, harvested at will…

"The body must be cleaned up first, otherwise it will cause trouble for the young master."

With her last shred of reason, Aglaia realized the key.

The white bone sword pierced the bodies of the thugs, and at a visible speed, their plump flesh withered and decayed, turning into a pile of black ash, and even their bones turned into fine powder.

The scene was so shocking that Aglaia couldn't bear to watch any longer. She picked up the handbag she had thrown on the ground and hurried back home.

Fortunately, these people chose a very secluded location for their ambush. In addition, it was already past 10 p.m., and most of the neighbors were asleep.

"I hope no one will notice..."

Aglaia stood dejectedly in front of her house and gently knocked on the door.

Who is it?

"It's me!" Aglaia said, confirming her identity.

"Sis! You're back so late. I thought you weren't coming home this week..."

Aria opened the door, only to find Aglaia standing there, not going in.

"I need to get something else. I'll be back in a bit." Aglaia handed over the bag, gently stroking her sister's hair. Then, she turned and went back to the scene of the killing.

"Tell me your decision." Ovisga released a cold, emotionless wave of mental energy.

White ghostly flames burned the clothes and bloodstains. The skillful technique gave the impression of a repeat offender.

Using the light of the ghost fire, Aglaia noticed that her blue-gray coat was stained with blood, and she looked quite distressed.

Oh no! I haven't even worn the clothes the young master lent me for more than a few days. How am I supposed to explain this?

"I'll give chase! Are you sure you can eliminate the mastermind behind this?"

Ovisga didn't answer. She took off her black gloves, and her white, skeletal hands, like vacuum cleaners, sucked up the blood molecules from Aglaia's body: "You must come with me. My primary responsibility is to protect your safety."

"good!"

Aglaia gritted her teeth. Since she had already started, she might as well go all the way and eliminate the potential threat completely. Because she wasn't sure if the other party would harm her family.

Moreover, the person who escaped might cause trouble for the young master.

We must not let this opportunity slip by, no matter what.

Ovisga sensed the determination emanating from Aglaia's mental fluctuations.

Although she still cannot hear sounds, she can perceive the other person's thoughts through mental fluctuations.

After a qualitative leap in strength, abilities become more comprehensive.

(End of this chapter)