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Chapter 14 Sleeping Curse (Part Two)

The person outside the window became clearer and clearer, until their entire face was pressed against the glass.

Its nose, jaw, and cheeks pressed against the glass, blatantly peering into the room.

Anika, sitting on the bed, trembled uncontrollably upon seeing this scene, feeling both angry and helpless.

"Damn it, what are you doing in front of my house!"

Suddenly, angry voices came from outside.

The person pressed against the window moved away. "Hey buddy, is this your house?"

"Get out of my way! If I see you loitering in front of my house again, I'll kill you," the man said angrily.

Another man left outside the door.

Soon, the door was opened.

Two figures, one tall and one short, entered the room.

"Annika, I chased that man away." The man who walked in was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties.

The man had a full beard, short black hair, thick eyebrows, a square face, and a tall build.

It was Annika's husband, Hamilton.

The boy standing next to Hamilton, though with a youthful face, was a robust and sturdy boy, their second son, Borg.

"Dad, I've seen him loitering around my house several times these past few days," Borg said.

"I know, how about we find somewhere else to stay?" Hamilton said.

"But houses in the city are too expensive, and I'm worried that if we move, that person might come looking for us again," Annika said worriedly.

Hamilton remained silent.

They've been here for almost half a month and have learned quite a bit about things.

It is said that in this area, there are people who specifically target pretty and cute children, and these people specifically target refugees from other places.

As for the kidnapped children, it is said that some were sent to brothels and others to the mansions of nobles.

Some nobles have bizarre tastes, specifically targeting delicate and adorable little boys.

Over the course of the past two weeks, they have gradually come to understand the atmosphere in Bangor Port.

This place is very developed and has an extremely open atmosphere. The bustling streets are all small houses that are five or six stories high, and everywhere you look there are wealthy merchants and nobles from all over the world dressed in exquisite clothes.

This is a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.

Fortunately, the port of Bangor is developing and needs a lot of labor.

He and Borg found a job as porters at the docks, which was tiring but paid quite well.

For porters, the more they do, the more they earn.

If you work hard, you can now earn about four or five silver coins a day.

"It's alright. You should focus on getting better these next few days. I'll try to come back as soon as possible. As long as Ava doesn't go out, they won't dare to barge into the house during the day," Hamilton said. "Once Borg and I have saved up some money, we'll move to the city and find a new place to live."

"I'm afraid Lynn won't be able to find us," Annika said after a moment of silence.

This is a slum, and most refugees who have fled here come here.

Lynn had no money on her; she and Hamilton had given all their money to each other while they were fleeing.

If Lynn comes to Bangor Harbor, he might be able to find them there.

"It's alright, I'll ask someone I know here to keep an eye out for us. Please let us know if they see Lynn."

Hamilton said.

Some familiar faces from their hometown also came to Bangor with them.

In this unfamiliar place where no one knows the people or the land, people from the same hometown are always more likely to come together.

The carriage stopped in front of the inn.

Just as Ted said, the journey was peaceful and uneventful, without any unexpected incidents.

Everything went smoothly.

After closing the door, Lynn went to the bathroom to wash up, then took off her coat and sat on the bed.

Picking up the notebook beside him, the new notebook the teacher had given him was more like a diary of recording various experiments, with even less content about his own emotions.

Through this notebook, Lynn seemed to see a naive yet earnest young man experiencing setbacks step by step in the wizarding academy.

"The Seventh Wizarding Chronicle, March 5, 4671".

The curse on my sister is getting worse. I used the magic stones I earned from my part-time job to have Harlin buy a potion that can alleviate the curse, and my sister's condition has been temporarily brought under control. But we are still a long way from developing a potion that can cure the curse.

I begged my teacher, who specialized in curses, to heal my sister, but he wanted eight hundred magic stones for the treatment, which I simply couldn't afford. I asked many people, but no one was willing to lend me magic stones. I'm sorry, sister, I'm not talented enough; even if I wanted to sell myself, no one would want me.

Lynn felt a chill run down his spine when he saw this.

Did the teacher have such a past?

Did he eventually cure his sister?

Lynn felt a kind of smug satisfaction, like she had just gotten a taste of something good.

However, Lynn dared not ask these questions in front of the teacher.

If you touch a sore spot on the teacher, you'll be in for a world of hurt.

However, after this diary entry, there were no more entries from Anglie's diary in the later parts of the notebook; instead, there were increasingly cruel experiments.

From here, Anglie began experimenting on living people.

Although it wasn't my own personal experiment, the experimental data, including the format and summarization methods used by Anglie in recording the experiments, are very meaningful.

After watching for a while, Lynn got a little tired.

Close the notebook and place it under your pillow.

Then Lynn took out another spellbook containing the Sleeping Spell.

The book was rather heavy, and Lynn only realized why after turning the pages.

Lynn was stunned as he stared at the golden pages. He gently rubbed the pages, thinking they looked like they were made of gold.

If it's all gold, how much gold was used in such a large book?

The pages were engraved with text. Lynn flipped through them and found there were eight golden pages in total.

The golden pages contain text and illustrations, and together with the front and back, a total of sixteen pages record the Sleeping Spell.

Through reading, Lynn gradually came to understand the contents recorded in this book of sleeping spells.

This section covers everything from the spell's casting effects and precautions to the spell framework and the specific requirements for constructing a spell framework.

It taught me how to build a spell framework step by step, almost from the basics to the advanced.

To cast a spell, a wizard needs to first construct a spell framework in their mental sea. Then, by consuming mental energy through the constructed spell framework, they can cast the spell corresponding to that framework.

The explanation is simple: in Lynn's view, it is about first constructing a model in the mind.

Then, by consuming mental energy to activate the model, one can manipulate the magical elements in the air through the model and then form spells.

It sounds simple, but just building the spell framework is a huge undertaking.

The hardest thing in the world is breaking through from 0 to 1.

In particular, building a framework requires setting an anchor first, constructing nodes in the mental landscape, and laying a "foundation".

Although the magic book contained detailed instructions, Lynn tried for almost an hour but still couldn't find a way to anchor his mental energy.

Lynn opened his eyes, feeling somewhat irritated.

Okay, I'll take a break today and meditate for a while.

After calming himself down, Lynn sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate. His mind went blank, and a new earth ring gradually condensed in his mind... In his mind, outside of the nine earth rings, a new earth ring gradually condensed successfully, eventually becoming the tenth earth ring.

Finally, the tenth Earth Ring successfully condensed and connected with the previous nine.

In the dark mental space, the ten rings, along with the blue specks of light floating in the surrounding air, seemed to be drawn into Lynn's mind as if attracted by something.

My spirits were lifted.

Lynn opened his eyes, which seemed to sparkle with light.

Lynn smiled.

Lynn

Level: 2 (1/100)

Physical fitness: 1.32

Mental Power: 2.3

master:

—Earth Ring Meditation (10%)

Life occupations:

-- Level 1 variability (9%) (0/10)

——Level 1 Bloodline Studies (1%) (0/10)

General experience points: 90

Although the lack of daily tasks prevents the increase of general experience points, daily meditation allows the Earth Ring Meditation Technique to steadily improve, and the progress of knowledge in Mutation is also constantly increasing.

Lynn was very happy with the feeling of gradually becoming stronger and more fulfilled.

It would be even better if we could get to Bangor Port and find our families soon.

Bang bang, there was a knock on the door.

Lynn looked towards the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me, old Kim."

"Is there something you need?"

"Sir, we'll be reaching the Sagunto Mountains tomorrow, and the road may become even more bumpy then," said old Kim outside the door.

"How many days will it take to cross the Sagunto Mountains?" Lynn asked.

"We're taking the fastest route, which should take about three days to cross the mountains. There are no towns or villages in the mountains, so we'll have to camp out in the wild for three days."

"Understood," Lynn said.

Listening to Old Kim's departing footsteps, Lynn, who had just condensed the Earth Ring and made a new breakthrough in his meditation, was in a state of high excitement and couldn't fall asleep.

After thinking for a moment, Lynn put on her coat and shoes, went down the stairs, and came to the hotel.

(End of this chapter)