I flew on a sword at the magic academy

Chapter 48 The Sloppy Old Man

Shi Daohan stepped closer. There was a peculiar pattern painted on the iron gate, which contained a kind of Taoist charm that blocked her divine sense.

"There's a living person?!" Shi Daohan narrowed his eyes, sensing a faint life force.

"Splash!"

Suddenly, a strange noise came from inside the iron gate, like the sound of iron chains breaking.

"Is that Urgarette?" Shi Daohan called out from the doorway.

Silence fell instantly inside the iron gate; there was no response.

"I'm here to see someone named Urgarette. Do you know him?" Shi Daohan knocked politely on the door.

"roll!"

A hoarse roar came from inside the iron gate, accompanied by the sound of heavy iron chains snapping, like a ferocious demon from hell roaring.

"Don't be so irritable. Why are you here? Are you being held captive?" Shi Daohan asked several questions in a row.

Silence fell inside the iron gate until, much later, an aged voice finally rang out.

"You're a cultivator from the Eastern land of China? Who sent you here?"

Shi Daohan was secretly alarmed. The iron gate blocked her divine sense, preventing her from exploring the environment inside, while the other party could see through her.

"It was Headmaster Donaldson who sent me here."

While observing the peculiar pattern on the iron gate, Shi Daohan answered casually.

"Donaldson? This old man... why do you call him the headmaster?" The old man inside the iron gate seemed to dislike Headmaster Donaldson very much, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"He is the headmaster of the Horagaka Magic Academy. Isn't it only right to call him headmaster?" Shi Daohan replied.

"Holagaka Magic Academy... Ha, that old bastard Donaldson has become a lackey of the Laurent family. He's still as lowly as ever." The old man inside the iron gate spoke with utter disdain and contempt for Dean Donaldson.

Shi Daohan frowned slightly, her tone turning icy: "And who do you think you are? Dean Donaldson is at least the head of a college, while you? Just a prisoner, do you even dare to point fingers at him?"

She is now a student at Horagaka Academy, and Headmaster Donaldson is her senior and mentor, so naturally she cannot tolerate such belittling and mockery.

"How dare you speak to me like that?" A chilling killing intent emanated from the iron gate.

"What? I'm going to hit you again!"

Shi Daohan showed no mercy to the other party and directly released the pressure of his Nascent Soul Realm Great Completion.

"I'm very curious, why did you, a cultivator, come to the West instead of seeking enlightenment in your Eastern lands? And what is your relationship with Donaldson?"

Sensing Shi Daohan's imposing presence, the old man inside the iron gate softened his tone considerably.

Shi Daohan: "I came to Horagaka Academy as an exchange student to study Western magic. What do you think my relationship is with Headmaster Donaldson?"

Silence fell once again inside the iron gate.

"Why are you locked up here?" Shi Daohan broke the silence first.

"Don't you know?" A questioning voice came from inside the iron gate.

"If I knew, would I need to ask you?" Shi Daohan rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless.

As they were talking, a "click" was heard, and the restriction on the iron gate was broken. Shi Daohan kicked the iron gate open and walked in.

The room was not large, only three or four meters long and wide. Apart from an iron bed and an iron table and chairs, there was nothing else. There wasn't even a window, so it was completely dark.

Sitting on the iron bed was an unkempt old man with a face covered in wrinkles as thick as a mountain. His white hair was disheveled like wild grass, and a thick beard covered most of his face.

His hands, feet, and neck were shackled, and he was chained to the bed with several thick, cold iron chains that rattled with every movement.

The room was dark and damp, with mold growing all over the walls and floors. Shi Daohan was immediately turned away by the unpleasant smell as soon as she stepped into the room.

The old man, who had lived in darkness for many years, felt a blinding light when the iron gate was opened. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes tightly.

Shi Daohan conjured a purple-glowing protective aura, stepped into the room, and looked the disheveled old man sitting on the iron bed up and down.

"You, how did you get in?!" After his vision adjusted to the light, the old man looked at Shi Daohan with disbelief.

"He just walked in through the door," Shi Daohan replied casually, toying with the Wan Shuji in his hand.

[The methods of cultivators from the Eastern China are truly unbelievable; they can even break the Avarosa Restriction.] The disheveled old man was shocked.

"Just now outside, you asked me so many questions, but you didn't answer a single one of my questions." Shi Daohan looked around with disdain and said, "Who are you, and why are you imprisoned here?"

The disheveled old man acted as if he hadn't heard her question, saying, "What did that old bastard Donaldson send you here for?"

Shi Daohan frowned slightly: "You haven't answered my question yet. Also, if you dare to speak rudely to Dean Donaldson again, believe me, I'll slap you across the face!"

The disheveled old man was stunned by what he heard. In all these years, who had ever dared to speak to him like that, let alone threaten to slap him across the face?

The old man was indignant, but after feeling the natural pressure emanating from Shi Daohan, he dared not retaliate.

"My name is Hersbrand. I was imprisoned here by the dark sorcerer Urgarette. I don't know how many years have passed since then," the disheveled old man sighed.

"Oh? You were imprisoned here by Urgarette? Why did he imprison you?" Shi Daohan was somewhat surprised. She had only come to try her luck, but she didn't expect to actually find a clue about the dark sorcerer Urgarette.

"Ugarette wanted a treasure map from me, but I refused to give it to him. So he imprisoned me in this tower. To prevent me from escaping, he chained my hands and feet and sealed my magic."

At this point, the disheveled old man suddenly burst into tears, sobbing so loudly that the entire tower rumbled as if it were about to collapse, and the whole sky trembled.

"What are you doing?" Shi Daohan asked, embarrassed.

"Do you know how I've been living all these years? Just in this closed little room, I can't see a ray of sunlight, I can't hear a sound, I can't even feel the passage of time... Waaah! I'm so miserable!" the old man cried out, his cries sounding like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down the spines of those who heard them.

"Hmm...it is indeed a bit torturous. How about I help you get rid of it?" Shi Daohan said.

"These chains were forged by Urgarette himself, and they are imbued with his dark magic. Can you break them?" The disheveled old man wiped away his tears, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"When did I say I would help you break these chains?" Shi Daohan blinked.

The old man was taken aback: "Didn't you just say you were going to help me find relief?"

"The liberation I'm talking about means ending your miserable life sooner. Look, you've been imprisoned here for so many years, you're already out of touch with the world, and you probably have serious mental problems. Even if we release you, it will only add trouble and burden to society and yourself. Rather than that, it's better for me to finish you off and let you go to paradise sooner."

Shi Daohan wore an innocent smile, but his words sent a chill down the spine of the disheveled old man, who then launched into a tirade of curses.

"You're insane! You're the one with mental problems! You're the one with a mental illness! Your whole family has mental illnesses!"

"Mental patients will not admit that they have a mental illness."

"Get out! I'm not mentally ill!"

"Sigh, a short pain is worse than a long one. Rather than suffering this physical and mental torment, why don't I give you a quick death? It seems you really have a serious mental problem."

Shi Daohan sighed softly, feigning regret, and then summoned his natal flying sword, placing it against the old man's neck.

"Let me send you to paradise as soon as possible, oh no, in your Western world system, it should be to meet God, right? It doesn't matter, meeting anyone or going anywhere is a kind of liberation anyway."

"Go to hell! I'm not sick! I don't want to die!" The disheveled old man shouted and screamed on the verge of collapse, desperately struggling to break free from the chains and get away from the natal flying sword in Shi Daohan's hand.

"Hmph!" Shi Daohan snorted coldly, sheathed his natal flying sword, sat down on the iron chair, and looked at him like he was an idiot.

"You really think I'm that easy to fool? You said the person who imprisoned you is Urgarette, right? But as far as I know, he's a dark magician. Although I've never been exposed to so-called dark magic, I imagine it's similar to the evil cultivators in China—dark, eerie, and almost demonic."

"But the power that imprisoned you possesses a kind of divinity, so we can conclude that the person who imprisoned you must be a person or a group of upright individuals, and certainly not that black magician—Ugarette."

Shi Daohan's analysis was very logical, and the facts seemed to be exactly as she had deduced.

The disheveled old man's eyes darkened and became menacing, and he said in a hoarse voice, "That's right, the person who imprisoned me was not Urgarette."

"So what exactly is your relationship with Urgarette, or rather, are you Urgarette?"

The disheveled old man's eyes were cold, and he let out a chilling laugh: "Aren't you very good at guessing? Keep guessing."

Shi Daohan slapped him across the face: "Can't you speak properly?"

"you!"

The disheveled old man's eyes were almost spitting fire. Not to mention that he was once a high-ranking person, at his current age, he should be treated with respect when he goes out.

But now, he has been taught a lesson by a girl who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old. How can he save face?

"What do you want with Urgarette?" The old man suppressed his anger and murderous intent, trying to ask in a calm tone.

Shi Daohan said, "Didn't the Magic Guild join forces with several transcendent families to besiege Urgarette before? In that battle, Urgarette was seriously injured and fled. It is said that the last place he was seen was in this city of Herhanco. So, Headmaster Donaldson asked me to come and investigate whether he is really dead or not."

"He's dead. He died not long after that battle ten years ago." The disheveled old man's voice sounded somewhat dejected.

"Who are you to him? Why are you so sure he's dead?" Shi Daohan looked up and observed the changes in his facial expression.

"I am his brother, Urgas. Ten years ago, he managed to escape from that battle, but he was seriously injured. Even the strongest healing mage in the city could only extend his life by six months."

"In the end, this is just your side of the story. How can I believe you?"

The disheveled old man sat on the metal bed, leaning against a wall, and glared at Shi Daohan with displeasure, saying, "Why would I, a nearly crippled old man, need to lie to you?"

Shi Daohan laughed: "That's hard to say. Didn't you already lie to me once just now?"

The disheveled old man didn't want to argue with her and urged her to tell him the second thing.

"There's a student in our academy named Lockandor who has a strange, unpredictable power parasitizing his body. Headmaster Donaldson suspects that Urgarette did something to him after killing his parents, so he sent me here to investigate."

Shi Daohan did not hide anything and revealed the two purposes of his trip.

"Lockandor..." The disheveled old man seemed to be pondering something, and after a long while he spoke, "I have never heard my brother mention these things. Perhaps it is just a curse."

Shi Daohan shook his head: "That power is very strange. I have never seen it before, and it seems to have consciousness. I have no idea what it is."

"Ha, someone as capable as you, don't you even have a single solution?" the slovenly old man sneered.

"You want another slap, don't you?" Shi Daohan slapped him again, not hard, but extremely insulting.

The old man trembled with rage, wanting to devour Shi Daohan alive, but a restriction had been placed on his body, preventing him from using any magic, so he could only endure it.

"I do have a way to forcibly expel that evil power from Locke's body, but the risk is too great, because that evil power has penetrated deep into his bones and merged with his body and soul, becoming a part of his body. If there is the slightest mistake, Locke may be completely destroyed."

Shi Daohan sighed helplessly, "Even if I really expelled that evil power from Locke's body, I still wouldn't be able to clean up the mess. Its strength is far more terrifying than that of a thousand-year-old demon. Not to mention me, even if my cheap master personally went down the mountain, he would probably have a hard time dealing with it."

"Unfortunately, Urgarette is dead. No one but him can solve the problem with that kid."

The disheveled old man seemed somewhat gloating. Seeing Shi Daohan raise his hand, he quickly changed his tune: "What a pitiful little kid! That Urgarette was absolutely despicable. It's a good thing he died young, or I would have skinned him alive!"

(End of this chapter)