One day later.
The scarlet sun swooped down from the sky. A sorcerer-apprentice screamed in despair and crushed the badge in his hand.
The flame gradually disappeared. Under the Ashen Mask, Grimm felt the mark of the badge on his forehead, but he didn't have the slightest happy expression. Instead, his eyes were bloodshot, and his extreme exhaustion was tainted with a bit of malevolence.
The whistling branch had already lost its effect, and Grimm finally knew what kind of curse he had been hit by.
Every time Grimm closed his eyes, he would inexplicably feel someone suddenly attacking him from behind, or Lafite, Robinson, and the others nearby would desperately call for help, and so on. But when he opened his eyes, everything would return to normal, and nothing had happened.
Perhaps Lafite, Robinson, and the others' cries for help could be overcome by Grimm's reason, but that inexplicable feeling of being attacked while drenched in cold sweat kept Grimm on tenterhooks. He violently turned around, tensed up, and instinctively made all kinds of defensive postures.
Like this, not to mention closing his eyes to rest, even blinking was a luxury for Grimm.
If it was one or two days, Grimm could still persevere, but if it was a full ten days, and he wanted to fight for the Holy Tower Tryouts' reward …
However, no matter how Grimm changed his body's information, this inexplicable curse still wouldn't disappear. It was as if it was some kind of even stranger and deeper curse, tormenting Grimm until he was somewhat absent-minded.
I can't be weak!
Grimm was forcing himself the same way he did when he was alone in the Tower of Defeat. He was simply a person who was about to drive himself crazy. Under the Ashen Mask, his eyes were scarlet red, and the blue veins on his forehead were covered by the mask. Following a strong breath, Grimm flew up and continued to fly forward.
Now, among the numerous sorcerer-apprentices in the 12th District, Ice Age Mille and Primal Curse Althio had already been defeated by Grimm. There was no longer a single person who could be Grimm's opponent. Only a few of the Top Ten experts could form a strong team that could make Grimm feel a bit of fear.
Of course, such sorcerer-apprentices were already contenders for the qualifications to become Demon-Hunter sorcerers. The possibility of them forming a team was not high.
…
Half an hourglass later.
Xiu! Boom!
A silhouette fell from the dusky sky, and in the next moment, another silhouette ruthlessly chased after it. After an unwilling and terrified roar, the space distorted, and the silhouette that had fallen from the sky left the Holy Tower Tryout Secret Realm.
On the ground, Grimm slowly put away the Hydra Greatsword. He felt the mark on his forehead increase and remained unmoved. His bloodshot eyes slowly looked at the three Sorcerer-Apprentices not far away who were already dumbstruck.
Hmm?
Senior Brother Varro?
Originally, Grimm did not have much interest in these three Sorcerer-Apprentices whose imprints were not even 100. However, when he suddenly saw that one of them was actually his Senior Varro, he thought about it and decided to go over and greet him.
With a few flashes, Grimm appeared in the sky not far from Varro. With another flash, he flew in front of Varro.
"Go!"
With a low shout, the two Sorcerer-Apprentices beside Varro crushed their badges without hesitation. Under the distortion of space, they completely disappeared. They did not dare to hesitate. Just now, they had seen with their own eyes this terrifying guy wearing a white mask start to chase the number one of the top ten experts of the Black Isotta Academy from afar. Then, he slapped the other party down from the sky, forcing them to have no choice but to crush their badges.
God knows what would have happened if they had crushed their badges a little later.
Huh?
Varro naturally recognized Grimm. He was also really frightened by Grimm's terrifying aura. He did not even have time to explain to his two companions beside him before they were scared away.
Of course, Varro could also understand his two companions' feelings.
After all, these three sorcerer-apprentices only had the idea of trying their luck and seeing the true experts. They simply did not want to compete for the qualifications to become a reserve Demon-Hunter Sorcerer. Varro's two friends were similar to him. They belonged to the category of sorcerer-apprentices who studied arcane knowledge. They had many sorcery methods but did not have much fighting strength.
Grimm saw the two leave the Secret Mirror and was slightly startled. He understood the whole story and did not care. He only looked at Varro and said in a low voice, "Senior Varro."
Varro stuck out his tongue and teased, "Look at you, you almost scared them to death. What a coward."
Although he said this, Varro still could not help but size up Grimm with the corner of his eyes twitching. He swallowed his saliva and said, "You, this guy, what are you trying to do? Usually, you can bear it patiently. This time, the Holy Tower Tryouts were really amazing. Just now, even that guy Doranki was driven out of the Secret Mirror by you. "
Grimm played along with the atmosphere and chuckled, although his laugh was very forced.
Suddenly, Varro seemed to think of something. He stared fixedly at Grimm's Ashen Mask and that pair of blood-red eyes. His expression changed and he said in disbelief, "Grimm, since yesterday, our 12th District has been spreading the word 'blood-eyed white face'. It can't be that they're talking about you, right?"
Grimm stared blankly and said with slight amazement, "Blood-eyed white face?"
Varro looked at Grimm's pair of bloodshot eyes and looked at the deathly pale mask. He immediately confirmed his own thoughts. He fiercely swallowed his saliva and said with a chill, "You, you … you, this guy, it's actually you! You've swept through our entire district once, causing all the Top Ten Experts in our 12th District to be so afraid that they're hiding. Everyone's hearts are in a state of panic, thinking that you're a legendary Sorcerer-Apprentice from another district who has crossed over. This time, you're simply … "
In the end, Varro could not find an adjective. He wanted to burst out with vulgarities but felt that the atmosphere was not too suitable. This was because Varro faintly felt that Grimm's state did not seem to be good.
"Sigh …"
Varro said in a bored manner, "Wait until you go out. The old man will definitely be pleased with himself. This time, his inheritance can be considered to have been thoroughly inherited and developed by you. You'll have something to brag about in front of those old fellows. You've somewhat Secluded Spring's elegant demeanor in those days!"
Grimm shook his head. "If Professor knows that you call him an old fellow behind his back, he'll definitely kill you with his own hands."
Curling his lips, Varro continued, "If you don't tell him, how will he know? All right, all right, hurry up and collect the imprint. I have to leave quickly. I don't dare to recklessly barge into this place alone. "
Saying this, Varro crushed the badge in his hand.
Only after Varro left did Grimm's bloodshot eyes slowly turn his head. Looking at an enchanting woman slowly walking out from behind a stone pillar, he narrowed his eyes and coldly said, "Claytia?"
Behind the stone pillar, a female Sorcerer-Apprentice wearing a long red and green dress slowly walked out. Large areas of her snow-white skin were exposed, and the red patterns on her long dress were actually fiery red scorpions.
On one side, the long dress covered Claytia's private parts, but on the other side, it highlighted her exaggerated and proud graceful figure. On her towering snow-white chest, a mysterious golden sparkling necklace slid down into the gap between two towering peaks, attracting people's gazes and generating endless reverie. Only, at this moment, this Claytia, who was known as the Despair Charm during the newcomer period, had a beautiful and alluring face full of shock. She looked at Grimm incredulously.
"Ashen Mask Grimm, it's actually you?" Claytia's voice seemed to come from the depths of her throat, inducing the desires of the opposite sex.
Grimm had no interest in this Sorcerer-Apprentice who was known as the Despair Charm during the newcomer trial. Seeing that the other party's mark was also pitch-black like ink and had reached over 100, a cold glint flashed in his malevolent, weary eyes. Just as he was about to make a move, Claytia hastily shouted, "Don't make a move! I took the initiative to look for you!"
Slightly startled, Grimm coldly said, "Took the initiative to look for me? For what? To give me points? "
Claytia's tone choked, and she hastily waved her hands. She did her best to put on a "pure" smile and lowered her posture, saying, "Your Excellency Grimm, during the newcomer trial, the two of us didn't have any enmity, right? Then … Is there some possibility for us to cooperate? "
"Humph, cooperate with you?" Grimm's scarlet, malevolent eyes carried ridicule as he disdainfully said, "What strength do you think you have that is worth cooperating with me?"
Claytia smiled and slowly shook her head, saying, "It's precisely because my strength isn't worth mentioning to you that there's a prerequisite for cooperation, right? If my strength was a threat to you, I'm afraid you wouldn't even give me the opportunity to speak. "
Claytia actually looked at Grimm with extreme confidence. This piqued Grimm's interest. He resisted the weariness in his heart and the disgust for wasting time, saying indifferently, "Say it. How do you want to cooperate? What can you offer me?"
Proudly raising her head, Claytia stared straight into Grimm's eyes. She confidently said, "After the newcomer trial ended, I've always been researching the principle and fluctuations of the Sorcerer Academy's point imprint. This is because I know that if I only have twenty years, it would be very difficult for me to guarantee that I would have the opportunity to obtain the Demon-Hunter Sorcerer qualification in the Holy Tower Tryouts. However, if I can assist an absolute powerhouse … "
That's right. As early as ten years ago, Claytia's true goal was actually only one. That was, after Millie and Althio's competition had a winner, she would use her ability to search for the imprint as a selling point. She would assist the winner in exchange for points!
This was Claytia's unique wisdom.
Grimm doubtfully said, "This imprint?"
"Yes! It's precisely this imprint! The current me, as long as the opponent is not able to control the force of nature, no matter how they hide, I can clearly sense the general position of any Sorcerer-Apprentice with more than 300 points within a five kilometer radius. This is the result of my ten years of research! "As she finished speaking, Claytia unexpectedly carried a trace of pride.
Grimm stared blankly for a moment, calmly looking at this female Sorcerer-Apprentice.
This kind of wisdom was indeed a different path. Ordinary Sorcerer-Apprentices simply wouldn't think of this level. Although this was a kind of "cheating" behavior for the Holy Tower Tryouts, it still utilized a Sorcerer's ingenious wisdom. Therefore, not only did it not violate any rules, if there were official Sorcerers in the know, they might even praise her as a genius.
However, Grimm wouldn't really believe Claytia's words immediately. Looking into Claytia's eyes, he indifferently asked, "Then how many points do I have now?"
"Between 6,300 and 6,400!" Claudia answered without even thinking.
This time, Grimm thoroughly believed that the other party indeed had the wonderful ability he spoke of. He asked in a deep voice, "Then what do you want to obtain?"
Claytia licked her lips, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, she excitedly said, "Originally, I only thought I could help you find prey. Now it seems that I can also help you with another matter. Are you currently greatly troubled by a curse? I'm guessing that it must be the mysterious curse left behind by the Primal Curse Althio. "
Grimm's breathing was somewhat hurried. "That's right. You know how to break it?"
Claytia, seeing Grimm like this, completely relaxed from the bottom of her heart. Her eyes wandered as she said, "As long as Sir Grimm can sign a contract and guarantee that within the next few days, you will first hunt for 2,000 points for me, I will tell you the method to break the curse. Of course, during these ten days, I will always stay by your side and search for the prey that you need! "
2,000 points. Even if Claytia was later expelled from the Holy Tower Tryouts Secret Mirror, 1,000 points would be enough to guarantee Claytia's qualifications as a reserve Demon-Hunter Sorcerer.
According to Grimm's estimation, the entire Holy Tower Tryouts Secret Mirror should have between 200,000 and 250,000 Sorcerer-Apprentices, which was a total of 200,000 to 250,000 points. Among them, Sorcerer-Apprentices who left the Secret Mirror could take away half of their own points. Although killing a Sorcerer-Apprentice could obtain all the points of the other party, the remaining Sorcerer-Apprentices should be fighting for around 150,000 points, possibly a bit more.
The price of losing 2,000 points in exchange for even more resources and information ….
Grimm practically didn't have the slightest hesitation as he said in a deep voice, "Deal!"
After a moment, knowing that he had actually been cursed because of the Hydra Greatsword, Grimm's expression was extremely unsightly as he discarded the Hydra Greatsword. Thinking about it, it should be that when Grimm used the Hydra Greatsword to chop off Althio's arm, Althio had used his own blood to "contaminate" the Hydra Greatsword.
After the Hydra Greatsword was discarded by Grimm, Grimm had only just moved a few dozen meters away when he unexpectedly began to struggle like a soft-bodied creature. It seemed as if some mysterious thing was twisting the Hydra Greatsword. At the same time, some kind of ominous aura was faintly pervading the air. This seemed to be some kind of mystical thing.
(Mystical things will be explained later in the story along with the protagonist's talent for communicating through dimensional gaps. This is something with a "sci-fi" meaning and is related to some deeper content of the story. But don't think too much about it. For example, dimensional wars. Without these things, the story will still be narrated according to the "pseudo-materialistic system.")
After Grimm had moved a few hundred meters away from the Hydra Greatsword, that indistinct spiritual disturbance began to dissipate. Grimm's exhausted body and mind could finally take a breather. Claytia, who was following at his side, smiled proudly, her smooth tongue lightly licking her red lips.
… …
Seven or eight hourglasses later.
Under Claytia's guidance, Grimm expelled all the nearby Sorcerer-Apprentices who had sensed their imprint points surpassing 300 from the Holy Tower Secret Mirror. He then brought this female Sorcerer-Apprentice away from District 12, leaving this stone forest that was already trembling under Grimm's might.
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