Chapter 1178

Chapter 1153: Obtaining the Yellow Spring Wine and a Reminder from the Starfield Sea!

Locke took his hand away from the man. The wizard’s current state was very strange. He had used the Reverse Refinement of Magic Potions to repair the man’s soul, but the Permanent Defense Field was gone. This resulted in his soul structure being close to that of a wizard apprentice. Furthermore, the powerful sense of boundaries generated by the four materializations of mental power at the first stage was also lost. However, he still had a large amount of magical pressure, and his great magic should not have been destroyed. Otherwise, the 20,000 points of magical pressure that he had recovered should have been lost.

The wizard clutched his head, looking at Locke with gratitude, and said, “Thank you, wizard.”

“I am Achinthos.”

“From Shanshui Luling.”

“I am so grateful. Please tell me your identity, and after I leave here, I will do everything I can to thank you for healing me.”

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Locke stood beside him with his hands behind his back. “No need.”

“Since I didn’t save you to help you, you don’t need to repay me. Besides, I didn’t fully heal you. Remember my words, if you have the ability, go find your ultimate magic. Your remaining magic pressure is 20,000, so you were likely a Star Ring Limit Wizard before, or a Moon Ring Wizard. Your ultimate magic wasn’t destroyed, but your Permanent Defense Field was actually destroyed. This is a very rare state in the wizarding world; the Venomous Great World actually retains such power.”

Locke scrutinized his expression. This person’s gratitude towards me was beyond measure; his soul seemed to

have no sense of boundaries with its surroundings. After his Permanent Defense Field was destroyed, it was as if an entire ring had been removed.

Because the ultimate magic wasn’t destroyed—which was likely a pseudo-forged level ultimate magic—it could still maintain its existence after leaving him. But even so, he had essentially had an entire ring removed. I don’t know what will happen then. In short, communicating with him now felt like communicating with one of my students.

The wizard, thinking he was being looked down upon, quickly said to Locke, “Wizard, please let me know who you are. I have a high status in the Deer Ridge of the Mountains and Rivers. Don’t look down on me. As long as I know who you are, I can repay you. You are my benefactor, and I must help you. I will treat your affairs as if they were my own.”

“I have a high standing in the Deer Ridge of the Mountains and Rivers. I can offer you magic stones or a teaching position as a grant.”

Locke frowned.

He wouldn’t take an apprentice’s promise seriously.

Apprentices weren’t capable of making valuable promises; just as an apprentice

‘s mistake didn’t mean they were truly evil, as they weren’t qualified to judge good and evil. The wizarding world treated apprentices as appendages of full-fledged wizards, not as complete individuals. There was a clear dividing line between apprentices and first-ring wizards.

Unconditional help to benefactors or close friends was a characteristic of apprentices.

Locke didn’t care about this at all.

Perhaps some high-ring wizards thought such people were easily manipulated, but for him, such a promise

was not worth considering.

Locke pondered that this person’s first ring had been damaged by poison, hence this state.

If someone skipped a ring or certain levels within a ring during their journey to becoming a second-ring wizard using strange methods or magical resources, wouldn’t they also exhibit similar characteristics?

Locke said, “I have no interest.”

The wizard grabbed Locke’s arm and quickly said, “I am a wizard from Christine Academy in the Deer Hills, and others call me the ‘Hunter Wizard.’ In any case, I will repay you in the future.”

Locke used his magic to remove his hand and nodded indifferently.

He had no interest in taking advantage of someone in distress.

Without the permanent defensive field of the environment to stabilize his soul, according to his current magical knowledge, he would find it difficult to even maintain his self-made unforged state, unless this unforged state was external.

In other words, this person’s fake forging could still be maintained, most likely because his unforged state, virtual forging, and fake forging were probably all external.

Locke realized that he had been hanging out with a group of top wizarding geniuses at Golden Crown Mountain for too long.

He had mistakenly thought that from the three levels of apprentice, to the four levels of first-ring wizards, and then to the three stages of unforged, virtual, and fake, everything needed to be set by oneself. Perhaps many wizards already had situations of skipping forging or having external positions.

“Dog” breathed a sigh of relief as it sat on the Zodiac Throne.

“That—’Dragon,’ you’re really amazing. This person has finally been rescued. He was in such a terrible state just now.”

“‘Dragon,’ you seem different from everyone else here. I feel like everyone here is a bunch of lunatics.”

“They have no sympathy for the misery of others. I can’t understand this world, I can’t understand these self-proclaimed potion masters.”

The Zodiacs looked at him with hostility.

They could ignore the emotions of those in lower ranks, but they couldn’t ignore the words of Zodiacs who might be of equal rank.

Locke nodded to “Dog” and said calmly, “I just did it on the spur of the moment. Actually, ‘Dog,’ you should try to integrate here. The wizarding world isn’t as cruel as you think, but it’s not as benevolent as you hope. Here, without the constraints of ethical and moral scrutiny, there’s a group of potion masters focused on acquiring knowledge.” “

Everyone may have a different understanding of potion science. That’s a characteristic of our wizarding civilization.”

“Dog” shuddered.

“All I want now is to get back to my world as soon as possible, and I hope the laws of nature won’t erase me. I hope this nightmare ends soon. I don’t want to be one of you. I don’t want to

read that Potions manual Probus gave me. You potion makers are too cruel. I can’t accept it.”

“Probus told me that Potions is a discipline that heals other people’s bodies. It seems he was lying to us. You’re using other people as experimental subjects here. You people are so evil. ‘Dragon,’ you might be an exception.”

Locke smiled and said nothing.

After all, based on his observation, “Dog” seemed to possess a first-ring level, so he had a strong sense of boundaries and genuine understanding and empathy formed from his own will and a complete personality, thus feeling sympathy for everything that was happening before his eyes.

A person in danger, unable to even guarantee their own safety, can still feel sympathy for the plight of others and speak out against them.

Without a first-ring level sense of boundaries, it would be difficult to truly support such actions.

Only by reaching the first ring can one be considered a complete person and truly have the right to choose what kind of person one is.

Locke could tell that “Dog” was terrified.

Of course, “Ox,” perhaps hypnotizing himself, insisted that the Zodiac Potion couldn’t have been injected incorrectly, and thus stubbornly believed “Dog” was feigning ignorance.

The Zodiacs were largely indifferent to “Dog’s” pronouncements.

They weren’t easily swayed by emotions or thoughts, and simply ignored his words.

“Ox,” seated on his Zodiac throne, spoke to Locke in a gentle tone: “Dragon, tell me now. What auction direction do you intend to direct?”

Locke looked up at “Ox,” knowing he was now closest to achieving his teacher, the Sea Queen’s, goal. Should he speak directly?

Locke made up his mind and looked at “Ox,” saying, “I have a penchant for dangerous things. I’ve heard there’s something in this world that can cause even high-level wizards to die from drinking it.”

The Sea Queen turned to look at him.

Clearly, the Sea Queen realized Locke knew what the Underworld Wine was.

Locke looked at “Ox” and firmly stated, “This thing is called Underworld Wine.”

The Zodiacs didn’t react in any particular way.

Locke, meanwhile, kept a close eye on the “Bull,” wanting to know its reaction. He wanted to know if the previously proposed wager, combined with the right to choose the auction items after solving the riddle of the Twelve Zodiacs, would allow it to obtain the Yellow Spring Wine.

Success or failure hinged on this.

The “Bull” remained silent for a moment. “How could so many people want such a foolish thing? Dionysus Wizard, your death, though seemingly carefree, has caused immeasurable harm.”

“Alright. Dragon,” I do indeed have one last jar of Yellow Spring Wine left. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t include it in the auction, because it’s utterly foolish junk. “

Yellow Spring Wine isn’t for low-level wizards.”

“I understand. Since the situation is special now, and I never go back on my word, then I’ll grant your wish.” The “

Bull” took out a palm-sized jar of wine from its astral ring. A dangerous-looking talisman-like object sealed the jar.

“Yellow Spring Wine, starting bid—300 million.”

Locke was dumbfounded. He had only 230 million magic stones left after bidding on a Sacrificial Earth Stone!

Yet this time, the Yellow Spring Wine was 300 million.

Just then, the Sea Queen made her move, tapping her chair three times. Since no one else was interested in the Yellow Spring Wine, after a while, the bottle fell into the Sea Queen’s hands. The Sea Queen stared at the Yellow Spring Wine in her hand, her eyes wide with astonishment!

Locke looked at the Sea Queen, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Even so, it was the Sea Queen who made this decision. Adults need to respect their own choices, so when the Sea Queen gave him the order to help her, he knew she had already thought everything through. There was no need for him

to say anything more; as her student, he would earnestly help her.

But as he drank the Yellow Springs Wine—

at the same time, Locke heard a deafening clap of thunder. Locke saw, within the star-shrouded space, a wizard riding a scooter, pedaling the ground, steadily approaching them. This person wore a black civilized hat and a suit-like outfit, adorned with numerous wizard badges, clearly indicating countless academic honors.

The wizard, a large pipe dangling from his lips, whistled as he rode the scooter, which looked like a child’s toy. Accompanied by his musical whistling, he drew closer to the space, saying in a comical tone, “Hey, fellow criminals, good afternoon.”

“I am a wizard detective from the Sunset Land of Wizarding in the Northern Boundary.”

“You mad potion-makers, we wizard detectives have been watching you for a while now. Could you please stop bothering me and come with me?”

At the same time, “Bull” turned around, sneered, and the next moment, cracks appeared throughout the space, while the wizard detective raised a civilized staff, attempting to stabilize the space. The space seemed to stabilize for a moment, only to shatter into pieces like an avalanche.

The sorcerer unleashed a terrifying magical pressure.

He remained calm, his left foot on the scooter, his right hand solemnly gripping his cane. “Still resisting?

That only adds to your guilt, hindering your subsequent defense. Or are you all already beyond redemption? Then let me

redefine your identities with this sorcerer’s staff.”

He wrote a line of words in mid-air with his staff.

Each word instantly transformed into a dimensional principle, totaling seven words: Everyone, stay put!

For a fleeting moment, Locke felt these dimensional principles invading his body; the opponent’s power had clearly surpassed the ordinary second-ring stage.

The methods used were so divine.

But the next moment, space shattered completely, and everyone who had been stationary suddenly began to move.

“Ox” spoke up, mocking the sorcerer.

“It’s truly laughable. Has the sorcerer system in the Northern Boundary, led by Mystic Heaven, fallen behind the times after so many years of development? Distorting and defining others—these seemingly useful methods can indeed crush countless civilizations in the endless void and the sorcerer civilizations influenced by the wizarding world.” “

But for us sorcerers who have completed a full, high-quality Void Forging process, such tricks are too low-level.”

“Fellow zodiac animals. This sparring session wasn’t quite enough. Tiger will organize a high-difficulty, high-reward problem-solving sparring session. Please, all you noble and powerful zodiac animals, prepare yourselves for our next Zodiac Gathering.”

“Rabbit” shouted to Locke, “Dragon, let’s settle this once again next time.” “Hahahahaha—”

the Pig complained, “It’s all these blind witch detectives’ fault. They even bother us when we’re just trying to solve a puzzle. They’re always buzzing around, ignoring the dark wizards but targeting us easy-going folks. Isn’t this bullying the honest ones?”

The Snake, also known as the Sea Queen, yawned. “Everyone, let’s have another spar next time. Let’s compare our potion-making skills and rank the potion-making abilities of the zodiac signs. Don’t mind these witch detectives.”

The Tiger calmly said, “Everyone, get ready. I’m closing the Zodiac Space. I’ll count to three! Three—”

The witch detective’s face turned serious. “It seems the danger level of these suspects has exceeded my expectations. You’re all far too arrogant. I must remind you, the reason you haven’t been caught yet is superficially because of your superior strength and extraordinary methods, but essentially it’s because of the mercy of the Mystic Heaven. Please don’t break the law. Cherish the ‘human’ rights bestowed upon you by the Mystic Heaven. Honestly hand over your illegal gains, confess your crimes, and don’t go further down the path of crime!”

Then, looking at the empty space coordinates that had instantly turned into darkness, he clicked his tongue. “Looks like my well-intentioned advice has been ignored.” A

young wizard in a suit and carrying a briefcase appeared beside him. This young wizard was a Moon Ring Wizard, and he looked handsome and dashing.

He asked the old wizard, “Master, the Mystic Heaven isn’t that powerful. There are eight realms, each with numerous wizarding lands that must abide by local laws. Add to that tens of thousands of satellite worlds—and that’s just the core of the wizarding world. So many different systems have different vulnerabilities.”

“The Mystic Heaven can’t possibly manage them all,”

the old wizard said, glancing at his student. “Silly child. You’ll realize how foolish you are someday.

These vulnerabilities are a blessing.”

“The White Wizarding Association fought for them with countless lives. I believe there are better solutions to these vulnerabilities, something those Wizarding Lords couldn’t understand, which is why the era of despotism ended.” “

Alright. Those mad potion masters will definitely hold another gathering. Damn it, I need to catch one of them to find out when they’ll meet. I missed such a good opportunity. This mysterious potion master organization is more dangerous than I thought.” “Keep

an eye on them.”

“Once you spot them, move out immediately. I want these suspects arrested as soon as possible.”

Cloud Marsh Wetlands, Root Crown Royal Court Branch.

Locke and the Sea Queen awoke. He saw the Sea Queen looking at the bottle of Underworld Wine with an almost greedy gaze.

“You know what, Locke?”

the Sea Queen said, raising the bottle. “I know I’ve made a terrible mistake. A mistake so big, so incredibly big, that I can’t make amends. I have a headache every moment, and I need to distract myself. This bottle of wine can solve my problem. Locke, you truly are my student. I thank you.”

Locke rose from a tree stump in the lounge, looking at the Sea Queen with a complex expression.

“Teacher, I don’t know if what I did was right. But it was your wish, and you commanded me, so I did it. If I may, I still want to advise you not to drink it. The deputy director of the Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute in the Rain Swamp told me about what happened between you and him,”

said the Sea Queen. “Don’t listen to that old man’s nonsense. He’s old, and his thinking is stubborn. Drinking this wine will free me.”

The Sea Queen uncapped the bottle of the Underworld Wine in front of Locke, then tilted her head back, gently opened her mouth, her blue hair falling down, her eyes glazed, and drank it down in one gulp.

Glug.

Glug.

Locke sighed at this sight.

Drinking the Underworld Wine would mean his teacher, the Sea Queen, would never have the chance to become a fourth-circle wizard.

This was the director’s warning to him.

But he still couldn’t stop her. There was nothing he could do

; this was the Sea Queen’s expectation.

The Sea Queen, having drunk half of the Underworld Wine, stared blankly at the bottle in her hand. She licked her lips, brought the bottle to her nose, and inhaled deeply.

Locke tentatively asked, “Teacher, how are you feeling now?”

The Sea Queen looked up at Locke. “Terrible.”

“I regret it.”

Locke said, “Ah?”

The Sea Queen told Locke, “I regret infiltrating the Twelve Zodiacs Society, wasting so much time. Because this is a fake bottle of wine.”

“The bottle itself is real, but the liquid inside has been replaced with a purple potion of the Sun Ring level.”

“Locke, come with me, we’ll go find him to return the fake wine.”

The Sea Queen walked halfway, frowned, and gripped the bottle tightly. “The head of the Twelve Zodiacs, they make it sound so nice, claiming it’s about exchanging potion-making techniques and precious magical resources. But this is the kind of transaction they use. Isn’t this a scam? They even sold us fake wine during the transaction. This is a complete fraud!”

“Damn it.”

“The key is, they’re an illegal organization. I can’t even report them for selling counterfeit products.”

“Damn it.”

The Sea Queen tossed the bottle of Underworld Wine to Locke. “Here you go. The potion inside is a purple potion, the ‘Indestructible Potion.’ After drinking it, you’ll have a soul that can’t be destroyed by anything for 3 seconds. It’s related to true nature. Any second-circle wizard can take it; it’s a rare potion that low-circle wizards can take. Keep it for self-defense. You can use it once more.” “

This stuff isn’t very useful to me.”

Locke carefully held the bottle of Underworld Wine. In his eyes, this Indestructible Purple Potion was far more valuable than the original version of Underworld Wine.

“Teacher, do we still need to participate in the Twelve Zodiacs Gathering? I feel like this is some kind of shady organization?”

The Sea Queen said, “There are two possibilities. The first is that the Ox doesn’t have the real Yellow Spring Wine. The second is that he deliberately substituted it. Either way, it means you can’t get the Yellow Spring Wine from him. So our only possible way to succeed is to find out the Ox’s real identity.”

“Locke.” “

The Ox won’t participate in the regular Twelve Zodiac Gathering. So I won’t participate anymore. But this is actually good for you.

If you want to participate, then go ahead. That Rabbit has the strength of a Sun Ring level potion master. But in my eyes, Moon Ring and Sun Ring are just at the same level. You can compete with him; it will benefit you.”

“I won’t participate. Unless the Ox participates again. So next, you can participate in the Twelve Zodiac Gathering as usual and build good relationships with

them . If there are any further actions, I will let you know.”

The Sea Queen waved her hand; she seemed greatly disappointed, hence her bad mood.

“I hope you continue to participate. It will broaden your horizons and allow you to acquire many rare resources. Also, comparing yourself to those lunatics will definitely improve your potion-making skills quickly. Besides, you don’t need to come to my accelerated advanced class anymore. Congratulations, Locke, you’ve graduated.”

“Go take some time to get certified.”

The Sea Queen took out a bottle of wine, took a sip, and waved to Locke. “I’m leaving. Don’t look for me unless it’s important, and don’t look for me even if it is. But if you get bullied, come find me, and I’ll help you fight back. Little Locke.”

Locke raised an eyebrow; he couldn’t even be sure if the Sea Queen was drunk.

Before leaving the Rootcrown Court’s lounge, Locke glanced at the rotting roots inside. Then he received an invitation from the witch Camilla.

He frowned, but considering the possibility of collaborating with Camilla on witch porcelain in the future, he agreed to meet at the Dragonblood Gathering at Golden Crown Mountain.

“When I and Solas were in Argos, barefoot, the witch Camilla, who hadn’t contacted me before, suddenly reached out.”

Locke wasn’t stupid; he immediately deduced that Camilla’s sudden invitation to him at an expensive place like the Witch’s Kitchen meant someone had asked her to do it. He

just didn’t know who.

“But it’s not like I can’t go check it out.”

“At least I need to find out who it is and what their purpose is.”

Locke felt a headache coming on. He glanced at the Ganoderma lucidum plant and examined the teaching position invitations sent to him from the Starry Sea.

Time had passed, and as his reputation grew, the level of the academies inviting him was getting higher and higher. As long as he passed the Starry Sea’s grand exam and achieved a certain ranking, he could get corresponding job opportunities.

Some wizarding academies had even satisfied him.

Several top research institutes had extended invitations to him,

all related to breeding.

Joining these institutes would definitely be a good deal for him.

Locke himself was also tempted. Now that he had completed the mission at the Sea Queen’s Throne, it was time to start planning his escape from Mount Golden Crown.

Locke stepped out of the lounge and, just as he left the Rootcrown Royal Court and was looking for a magic carriage, saw a Sun Ring Wizard approaching him.

Locke looked at the Sun Ring Wizard and said, “Are you here to see me? What can I do for you?”

The Sun Ring Wizard handed Locke a letter. “Hello. This is my work certificate. I am a staff member of the White Wizard Association of Cloudze Wetlands. This is an invitation letter for the Starfield Sea Grand Examination; they hope you can participate in this year’s Starfield Sea Grand Examination. This is a very rare invitation.”

Locke took the letter.

The Sun Ring Wizard chuckled, “Just write your name on it. Don’t get excited. Although I know this will excite any wizard. This is Starfield Sea actively inviting you to join. Throughout the entire Eastern Boundary, across fifty-three wizarding lands, countless talents are striving towards this goal.”

The Sun Ring Wizard continued, “Mr. Augustine, please sign your name as soon as possible to register.”

“As a resident of Cloudze Wetlands, I am also honored.”

In Starfield Sea, the witch Sophia walked along a blue-silver corridor. She suddenly stopped, glanced at the wizards beside her, and left the crowd.

“Locke, have you seen what I sent you?”

At the foot of Golden Crown Mountain, Sera had intended to return to his temporary workplace, but they rejected him, turning him away.

He finally understood what poverty truly meant.

Lacking support from the Southern Wizarding Capital, he could only rent the cheapest accommodation at the foot of the mountain.

Sera sat in a chair, three mortal maids cleaning his room beside him. His face was grim, for his necromancy spell was far from complete, and the second round of the Tianjiang Riverside Competition was fast approaching. The second round’s presentations would take place online, using the magic of the March Palace to summon them.

However, he had no clue what to do.

The necromancy spell was completely unfinished.

Sera was practically going mad.

What was he going to do? What if he couldn’t use the necromancy spell on Locke?

Thinking this, Sera grabbed his hair, then lowered his head, scratching his scalp repeatedly, before letting out a strange scream that terrified the maids beside him.

These maids had seen Sera frequently act crazy these days.

The most frightening thing was that Sera would sometimes take his anger out on them, casually using necromancy on them.

Sera’s eyes were filled with fear. He always used necromancy when competing with others, and now, without it, he felt completely lost.

He sat there, trying to rethink his paper for his defense, but his mind seemed stuck, completely unable to process anything.

If only he could use necromancy—

Sera fantasized wildly about using it on Locke, what could he create with Locke’s talent and ideas?

At the same time, a phantom appeared before him; someone had approached unnoticed.

Sera raised a finger, activating a Necromancer’s Dispel spell model. This was a star ring spell, capable of banishing surrounding life and creating a high-level undead on the corpses. However, his spell was suppressed by some far more ancient magic.

Sera looked up and saw the Lich God standing before him, observing him.

“My lord, when did you—come before me?”

Sera stood up, immediately losing his previous aggressive demeanor. “My lord, I was truly disrespectful.”

“My lord, why have you been staring at me like that?”

The Lich God smirked. “Don’t rush. I’m observing you, Sera. I want to see what you look like. I’m curious about how you do things. I’m curious about your potential. The reason you’re in this predicament is because your necromancy is too rudimentary.”

The Lich God suddenly vanished before Sera’s eyes, then reappeared behind her, his black wizard robes fluttering. “Sera, I’m also curious about Locke Augustine’s appearance, and everything about Locke Augustine. Can you take me to him?”

“Can you help me see him clearly?”

“You know, in ancient times, when people were still apprentices, they would subconsciously imitate the outstanding people in the crowd. That wasn’t learning, it was imitation.”

“The imitator will gradually hone himself.”

“They imitated each other, and society as a whole merged. But one day, a boundary called the Perpetual Defense Field unfolded, and people began to feel ashamed of imitating each other, considering it shameful. People refused to admit they were imitating each other; they began to distinguish between learning and imitation, between development and replication. But for apprentices, so-called learning was, from the very beginning, imitation.”

“Why break away from imitation? Is imitation wrong? Is imitation shameful? I know your character; you will surely have your own answer.”

“Sera, you have come this far by imitating others. And using my enhanced and transformed imitation.”

“I have made it impossible for you to learn from others, only to imitate them. This is for your own good. No need to learn, only to imitate.

This is a great experiment. And if you were given your original aptitude, you could imitate many things that are impossible to learn. Why bother to painstakingly learn, to expend all your abilities to understand others? You can imitate without understanding; this is a much better approach. Stop learning, continue imitating. Learning is shameful, imitation is glorious.”

The Lich God’s words were full of seduction. “I gleaned the secrets of the ancients from the wisdom of the future. Using this wisdom, I imitated this imitation and created necromancy. I believed the original imitation was too inefficient. So, I enhanced the imitation with ritual magic, and in the process, allowed the form of the other to descend upon myself.” “

This is the science of necromancy. This great magic is resisted by today’s short-sighted wizarding society. My ultimate goal, to return all things to nothingness, is something they don’t understand.”

“Sera, believe me. If you believe in me, we can have everything.”

Sera quickly said, “Lich God, I’m willing to believe in you. But how do I do it?”

“I cannot perform the necromancy on Locke Augustine,”

the Lich God chuckled. “The essence of imitation is for an apprentice to imitate a link in the chain. Forget it, you wouldn’t understand even if I told you. But I can make you use my necromancy more intelligently.”

The Lich God stood behind Sera, his eyes filled with disgust and mockery. He said to Sera, “You cannot perform the necromancy on Locke Augustine because you haven’t found the opportunity to imitate him, thus failing to form a formal and spiritual connection. But you are wrong. You are merely a Star Ring Wizard; he already possesses constancy. This ritual is destined to fail.”

“Especially—in ritual magic, you are inferior to him. You have brought this upon yourself.”

“My method is simpler. If you can’t perform the necromancy on him, then do it on someone else. It’s easier to perform necromancy within the Void Forging Realm. Go apply for a job at Solas’s Lightfoot. I see they’re recruiting excellent designers to deal with Augustus, but they’ve run into trouble because the Black Hummingbird and the Starry Golden Dragon Claw were done too perfectly at the first and second ring stages. So the wizards of Solas’s Lightfoot are in trouble.”

The Lich God’s hand rested on his arm. “I’ve imbued you with the form of a breeder. Go over there, register, register again, and use the pure magical plant wizard shoes made by the breeder to defeat the designers there. Let Solas Barefoot know your abilities. Then, use necromancy to obtain the form of those foolish magic shoemakers, and defeat them again with the wizard shoes.” “

I’ve also imbued you with the form that Locke Augustine released when he was making the Black Hummingbird. Although you can’t make wizard shoes that surpass the Black Hummingbird, with this form, you can make pure magical plant wizard shoes that can defeat Solas Barefoot’s first-ring wizard shoe designers. Then, use my enhanced necromancy to defeat Solas Barefoot’s proper second-ring wizard shoe designers, and design proper second-ring wizard shoes.” “

In this way, you can join Solas Barefoot.”

Sera didn’t understand the logic behind this. “But what does this have to do with me defeating Locke Augustine and seizing his power?”

The Lich God laughed, clearly pleased with his words, but Sera didn’t see the utter contempt in the Lich God’s eyes behind him.

“Of course it does. People leave their mark in different places, and their social relationships retain their spirit. It won’t work on Locke himself, but you can use necromancy on the barefoot wizards of Solas. You

create the impression that you are Locke Augustine’s greatest rival, then join their ranks and gain their full support. Wouldn’t that indirectly allow you to use necromancy on Locke?”

“However, Sera. I’ve helped you for a long time. The necromancy I created has also helped you for a long time. So this time I have a request.”

Sera’s spirits lifted; he had found an opportunity for victory. He looked at the Lich God, fantasizing about joining the barefoot wizards of Solas, gaining fame and status, and then turning the tables on Locke.

The Lich God said, “Sera, if you win, then you’ll have helped me understand Locke Augustine. We’ll be even.” “

But if you lose, you’ll have to give yourself to me. Can you sign this contract with me?”

The Lich God pulled a contract from behind him—a contract made of souls, a high-level necromancy spell, every line burning with soul flames.

“You’re a necromancy wizard; you should know how deeply the world misunderstands our necromancy. You should know that power has no inherent good or evil; it’s all about how it’s used.”

“Sera, then do you dare use this soul contract of mine?”

the Lich God said, “Or are you going to withdraw now, feeling inferior to Locke Augustine?”

Sera’s expression changed drastically with anger. He thought of the many times he and his sect had been humiliated by Locke Augustine, and immediately, without a second thought, signed his name, Sera, on the contract.

He understood perfectly well.

Sera has relied on necromancy since childhood, obtaining all his levels through it. His true skill level is likely not even at the first level.

Therefore, signing this agreement is irrelevant.

He’s been a lucky one since childhood, able to communicate with the Lich God from time to time. He’s climbed to his current position through these means, becoming the darling of the Death Witch Doctor.

He already trusts the Lich God completely.

The Lich God said with satisfaction, “A wise move.”

“I will help you make Locke Augustine weep.”

“This time, I will always stand behind you.”

The Lich God looked at Sera with a mocking gaze. “Thirty years of cultivation have finally yielded results.”

In the Cloud Marsh Wetlands, at the Root Crown Royal Court branch, Locke was contemplating whether to sign the contract. Just as he took out his magic quill from his astral ring, a wizard suddenly spoke up, “Please wait a moment.” “

Mr. Locke Augustine, this is Reincarnation Logistics. We’ve finally caught up. A great figure named Sophia wishes to entrust me with delivering this Happy Flower, which allows for temporary communication, to you.”

“The Starfield Sea is currently inaccessible, and communication is difficult.” “

Then could you please communicate with this great figure before confirming whether to sign?”

Locke immediately stopped. Reincarnation Logistics had already delivered three dot maps to him, which were indeed gifts from Teacher Sophia

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