A simple Flaming Hand spell required around 2 points of spiritual force, which meant that Grimm could cast Flaming Hand 4 times in a row. Of course, this was only a theoretical value. It was very difficult to achieve in reality, as spiritual force was what acolytes relied on to cast spells.
The higher the spiritual force, the more spiritual force the acolyte had. Whether it was thinking or casting spells, they would be able to achieve the best results. However, as the spiritual force continued to be consumed, when the value fell below 1/3, the host would enter a state of mental exhaustion. At this time, dizziness, nausea, and listlessness were the most common symptoms.
Casting spells at this time, a spell that could normally be completed in 5 seconds might not even be completed in 10 seconds, and the failure rate would also increase exponentially.
Therefore, when a Magus frequently cast spells, they would try their best to preserve a portion of their spiritual force, in order to avoid the side effects of completely exhausting their spiritual force.
Grimm's current symptoms meant that his spiritual force had fallen below 5%, and he had entered a state of mental exhaustion. The only solution to this situation was to have a good sleep and use sufficient sleep to restore his mental strength.
The A.I. Chip was very useful, but it consumed Grimm's spiritual force when it was running. Feeling that his body was not in a good condition, Grimm struggled to climb onto his bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Night quickly descended!
When a huge moon vaguely appeared in the dusky sky, the candles in the tower were extinguished one after another. The originally cold swamp tower became even more deathly silent!
Unknowingly, a tall and strange shadow suddenly appeared in front of Grimm's bed. It bent down slightly and stared at him silently.
Due to the huge consumption of spiritual force, Grimm did not sleep well. Even in his dreams, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, as if he was in great pain.
The strange shadow's back was facing the moonlight, and its entire body was immersed in an indescribable darkness. Its appearance could not be seen clearly, but a pair of blood-red eyes shone brightly, sending chills down anyone's spine.
"Blood … Blood … I want blood …"
The black shadow tremblingly stretched out his hands, wanting to strangle Grim's neck, but he would always withdraw his hands inexplicably, as if he was extremely unwilling in his heart, as if he was having an intense internal struggle. Moreover, its mouth was repeatedly muttering these words, showing that it was in a chaotic mental state.
Finally, a trace of clarity in its intelligence freed it from its intense desire for blood. It glanced at Grimm, who was completely unaware of what was happening, and jumped out of the narrow window.
Outside the window was the almost straight Qinghui Stone Tower. As a Wizard Tower, it was naturally attached with terrible witchcraft arrays, so it was impossible for outsiders to enter and exit at will. However, what was extremely strange was that this black shadow was like a gecko as it moved around the body of the tower, but it did not trigger any spell formation.
And this was obviously something only an acolyte with a protective spell could do.
The shadow moved quickly around the periphery of the Wizard Tower. The speed and agility of its movements were simply breathtaking. Moreover, when it moved, it purposely chose the dark corners of the window sill and the places where the moonlight did not shine. Thus, its movements seemed even more erratic and strange.
Its movements were both swift and light, and it did not make the slightest sound as it moved. Moreover, it had an ulterior motive. It deliberately avoided a few secret rooms that were still lit by candles, and after searching for a long time, it finally found the most suitable target.
It hung in front of a narrow window and listened for a while. After making sure that the breathing sound coming from inside was steady and continuous, it carefully climbed into the narrow window.
This time, it stayed a little longer. When it crawled out of the hole again, a faint smell of blood drifted beside it.
This successful hunt obviously made the black shadow very satisfied. When it squatted on the narrow window and was about to slip away, it inadvertently raised its head and looked at the moon in the sky. At this moment, a huge bright moon emerged from the dark clouds, and the bright silver-gray moonlight shone down from the sky, shining on its body.
It was the face of a young girl. She was beautiful, and her skin was white. Two strange vampiric fangs slightly protruded from her lips were faintly stained with blood.
The beautiful girl's delicate tongue gently licked her fangs, sucking the blood on them into her mouth. Only then did she jump out of the window and disappear into the shadows where the moonlight could not reach.
… …
The next day, Grim was woken up by a series of hurried knocks on his door.
Shaking his slightly dizzy head, Grim opened the door and was surprised to find three people standing outside.
Head acolyte Ankesor, acolyte Alan, and Fenrir.
Ankesor's position as the head acolyte was personally appointed by Wizard Anderson, so his position was slightly more important. Usually, he could represent the Wizard in some of his duties and manage all the acolytes in the tower. Furthermore, he also had the strength of an intermediate acolyte, so all the acolytes had to obey his orders. Otherwise, if he bore a grudge against you and did something to your tower mission, you wouldn't even know how to write the word 'death'.
As for the other two, Alan and Fenrir, they were also beginner acolytes like Grim. However, they were the best at bootlicking, so they surrounded Ankesor all day long to please him. Therefore, they could be considered the head acolyte's trusted aides.
Therefore, as long as Ankesor appeared, these two bootlickers would definitely be around. The relationship between them was more like the relationship between a killer tree and a vampiric vine. The two bootlickers needed Ankesor's care in order to get the easier and safer daily missions, and Ankesor also needed the support of these two acolytes to intimidate those ambitious and ambitious people.
Because of Grim's cold and unsociable personality, he rarely interacted with outsiders, so his relationship with them could only be considered not bad. Therefore, he was extremely surprised to see them suddenly appear in front of his door.
Head acolyte Ankesor was a young man in his twenties. He had a hooked nose and sharp eyes. Although he did not look fierce, he always gave off a domineering and oppressive aura. The moment the wooden door opened, Ankesor's flashing eyes landed on Grim's face, giving him a faint feeling that his skin was being burned.
Grim's heart shuddered.
He understood that this was a phenomenon that would occur when someone's strength had reached a certain level, and their spiritual force was overflowing.
Among the acolytes in the Wizard Tower, there was actually a strict hierarchy.
Those who mastered one or two spells and had a spiritual force of less than 10 points were considered beginner acolytes, the lowest of the group. Those who mastered three or four spells and had a spiritual force of 11 to 15 points were considered intermediate acolytes, already considered to have some power. Those who mastered more than five spells and had a spiritual force of more than 16 points were considered the elites of the Wizard Tower — advanced acolytes.
Once an acolyte's spiritual force reached the threshold of 20 points, he would have the qualifications to become a Prospective Sorcerer and would be looked upon favorably by the Sorcerers, beginning to prepare for the ritual of breaking through to become a Sorcerer in the future.
Unfortunately, the Swamp Tower currently did not have a true Prospective Sorcerer!
As for this Ankesor, although it was unknown how many spells he had mastered, with some special sorcery tools, he could sometimes display strength that was no weaker than that of an advanced acolyte. Within the Wizard Tower, there were only three acolytes with the strength of an advanced acolyte: Hawkeye, Evil Bug, and Mad Girl.
Of course, this was not their name, but their nickname.
Hawkeye was called Crusar, a terrifying fellow from the west coast. In order to increase his own strength, he actually transplanted a Hawkeye into himself and obtained some strange abilities.
Evil Bug was called Entich, a fellow even more sinister than Hawkeye. He actually used his own flesh and blood to raise a group of frightening insects. When fighting with him, a single mistake would result in the frightening ending of thousands of insects devouring one's heart.
The last one, Mad Girl, was extremely violent. With a giant iron sword that was far taller than an ordinary person, she was unrivaled among acolytes. She was also a terrifying fellow that no one dared to provoke.
These people either mastered powerful spells or possessed strange special abilities. They had long since left their status as ordinary acolytes and became the most promising candidates to become Prospective Sorcerers in the Wizard Tower.
Thus, when faced with the burning gaze of a powerful acolyte, Grim's spirit was obviously unable to take it, and his mind was greatly suppressed.
"Grim, something happened in the Wizard Tower last night! Do you know? " Head acolyte Ankesor stared coldly at Grim and did not open his mouth. Instead, it was Alan who was beside him who was shouting.
"Something happened? What happened? Someone was killed by the backlash of a witchcraft experiment? "Grim clearly did not understand the situation.
"It's not the backlash of a witchcraft experiment. Someone was killed. It was in his residence! " Seeing that Grim's confused and surprised expression did not seem to be fake, Ankesor spoke slowly. His gaze did not miss any change in Grim's expression.
"Killed?" Grim was shocked at first, then shocked. "Who died?"
Although acolytes died from accidents in the Swamp Tower from time to time, most of them died from dangerous missions or from the backlash of strange witchcraft experiments. There had never been a case of an acolyte being killed by someone else. After all, every acolyte was a precious asset to the Wizard Anderson of the Wizard Tower. He would never allow acolytes to kill each other due to internal strife.
If he discovered such a thing, the violator would definitely be severely punished.
"Miray!"
Grim frowned.
He knew this Miray. He was also an ordinary acolyte who had only mastered one spell. As for other things, he did not know much about him. He only vaguely remembered that Miray was a boy with a face full of freckles, and he was even younger than him.
"Then why did you come looking for me …"
"We need to check your room. This is not specifically for you, but all suspicious acolytes must be checked, "Ankesor said coldly.
"Yes, everyone's room must be checked. Get out of the way, or else can you bear the consequences if the great Wizard blames you? "Fenrir was undoubtedly the most annoying person, and she was desperately shouting at the side.
Grim's heart was filled with anger, but he clenched his teeth and slowly suppressed it.
Check everyone?
Do you dare to search Hawkeye's room? Do you dare to search the Demonic Worm's room? Not to mention the Mad Lady's room. I'm afraid that if you really meet the Mad Lady, you will have to take a detour!
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