His room was already cramped. It was no more than 20 square meters, and he could see everything in the room just by standing at the door.
There was a bed, a simple yellow writing desk, and a few books were piled on top of it. One of the books was already open, and one could vaguely see the strange and mysterious rune lines on it. There was also an old chair, the paint on it almost peeling off, revealing the original dark color of the wood.
There was a row of glassware on a wooden shelf at the side of the room, and one could vaguely see some half-cultivated strange plants and special organs of monsters.
There was a wooden box in the corner, and there was a rubbish bin beside it.
Other than that, there was almost no other furniture.
Alan and Fenrir had a look of disdain in their eyes.
Although they were all acolytes, the two of them were a hundred times better off than Grim. Not only did the bedroom have a soft and comfortable bed, the decorations in the room were no less luxurious than those of human nobles. How could this "kennel" in front of them compare!
Perhaps to show their authority, the two acolytes quickly walked into the room and began to rummage through it.
The bedding on the wooden bed was overturned, and the books on the table were also turned upside down. The overturned ink bottle splashed a large pool of ink onto the opened books. The wooden box was also opened, and some of the clothes inside were thrown out.
Looking at the two lackeys searching the room, Ankeso still stood expressionlessly at the door, not moving an inch. He had no intention of stopping them.
Grim stood by the door, his hands clenched and unclenched in his sleeves. His eyes were filled with coldness and hatred.
Finally, the search of the room was over!
Under the proud and provocative gazes of the two, Grim coldly closed the wooden door.
He quickly walked to the overturned wooden box, and after searching through the messy clothes for a while, he finally could not help but curse in a low voice.
Python Grass, Mountain Sage, Black Lotus, Wild Steelflower, Graveyard Moss …
He had risked his life for so many patrols, and the materials he had painstakingly collected in the magic swamp were all gone. He didn't need to think too much to know that the two of them must have stolen it when they were searching.
Although he wanted to rush out and reason with the other party, the thought of Ankeso's cold and sinister face made Grim's heart turn cold.
The other party was obviously using investigating Miray's death as an excuse to plunder resources from ordinary acolytes. Furthermore, with their status as Chief Apprentice Ankeso, no one dared to fight them head-on. Of course, these bastards wouldn't be stupid enough to provoke those powerful figures. They only dared to target small figures like Grimm who were alone.
Soon, the wooden door next door was also knocked on by them.
Of course, they were well aware of what had happened to Mary. She had not appeared for a long time. Using this opportunity, Head Apprentice Ankesol also wanted to check if she was alive or dead.
However, just as Allen impatiently slapped the wooden door and was about to break in, there was a creaking sound and the wooden door actually opened inwards.
Following which, a young girl in a red dress appeared in front of everyone.
"Oh, it's Senior Ankeso! I haven't thanked you for the mission you arranged for me previously! "The young girl's gentle voice was extremely charming, but it still couldn't be compared to her appearance.
This was a beautiful young girl with slender limbs. Her skin was as flawless as white jade, and her face was exquisite and perfect. Her small red lips always had a hint of a smile. The most eye-catching thing about her was her pair of sparkling, blood-red eyes. They were like two pure, sparkling, and flawless rubies embedded in her exquisite face. She was exceptionally charming.
She wore a bright red dress that revealed her perfect figure. The large patch of skin that was exposed outside the dress was so white that it made one dizzy.
In this gloomy and gloomy swamp tower, most of the Sorcerer-Apprentices were uniformly dressed in gray apprentice robes and black robes. Therefore, dark colors became the main theme here. Seeing such a dazzling and beautiful young girl today, the few of them could not help but stare blankly and stutter, not knowing what to say.
Furthermore, ever since they saw this beautiful young girl's appearance, the three of them had an indescribable desire in their hearts, burning them with unbearable hunger and thirst.
Ankeso was indeed worthy of being the head acolyte specially chosen by the great Magus. In terms of spiritual self-control, he was far stronger than the other two. When Allen and Fenrir couldn't help but reveal their perverted faces, as if they were enchanted with lust, Ankesol suddenly broke free from a pink illusion.
"Who are you? Tell me your name, or else … "Ankeso's expression changed abruptly. He took two steps back and pressed his hands on his waist pouch.
In such a huge Magus Tower, all the acolytes were very familiar with each other. After all, there were only about 40 to 50 people in this group. Furthermore, they had lived together for many years, so it was difficult to not be familiar with each other.
Even Grim, who had a cold and unsociable personality, had one or two "friends" he could talk to, not to mention a head acolyte like Ankeso who dealt with different acolytes on a daily basis.
It was not an exaggeration to say that Ankeso could recite the basic information of all the acolytes on the first three floors of this Magus Tower with his eyes closed. But … But no matter how hard he searched his memories, he could not find any acolyte that matched the girl in red in front of him.
Wait … She walked out of Mary's room.
As for Mary, who came from a remote city, the biggest impression she left on Ankeso was that she was stubborn and had a stubborn attitude. However, in terms of looks, Mary, who came from a noble family, was a rare beauty among female acolytes.
It was a pity that she was too ignorant and ignored Ankeso's invitations to go to his room at night. Hence, when Magus Anderson urgently needed an acolyte to assist him, Ankeso enthusiastically recommended her.
Could it be …
Ankeso's thoughts spun rapidly. The image of the timid and weak little beauty with freckles on both sides of her nose gradually overlapped with the flamboyant girl in red in front of him. Finally, he opened his mouth wide and almost cried out.
"You … You're Mary!"
Perhaps the name 'Mary' had inadvertently hurt the red-clothed girl. Her charming and beautiful face suddenly twisted, and her cherry lips suddenly split open, turning into a terrifying bloody maw. The girl in red pounced and bit down on Ankeso's exposed neck.
With just one bite, half of Ankeso's neck disappeared, revealing the scarlet flesh and broken trachea. Fresh blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the ground, the walls, and the girl in red. The thick, pungent smell of blood permeated the entire corridor.
Ankeso's entire body slammed into the cold, hard wall, and he slid to the floor, twitching and trembling. His hands pulled out a scorpion-shaped wizard tool from his waist pouch. A sharp, fiery ray of heat shot out from it, piercing through the girl in red's chest.
This Scorching Ray was an extremely powerful fire element spell. The extremely high temperature and heat contained within it instantly burned a goose egg-sized wound on the young girl's delicate body. The ray of heat penetrated her body and even pierced a hole in the corridor wall behind the girl.
After completing this spell attack, Ankeso casually threw away the wizard tool and took out a fist-sized bottle of green liquid from his waist pouch with trembling hands. He removed the cap and was about to pour it onto the huge wound on his neck.
Ankeso's life force was really tenacious. Even with such a terrifying injury, he did not die immediately. Instead, the neck that had been bitten off suddenly showed signs of rotting. The exposed skin and flesh quickly dehydrated, and the fountain of blood that had been spurting out earlier also gradually stopped.
A part of his body had turned into a zombie.
This was probably the trump card he had been hiding!
After learning about biological structure, anatomy, and necromancy, Sorcerer-Apprentices could use spells to transplant something called the Zombie Rotting Sac into their bodies. This way, if they were to suffer a serious injury, they could activate the Rotting Sac to turn a part of their body into a zombie to prevent a fatal injury.
However, using this method to save their lives could only be used in emergencies. Once their lives were saved, getting rid of the dense negative energy in their bodies would become a new problem.
However, when faced with the choice of life and death, most Sorcerer-Apprentices would choose to preserve their lives first. As for the negative energy, they could deal with it after they were saved.
However, in the next second, a huge shadow was cast on his body.
Ankeso held his neck that was about to break off with one hand and the small bottle in the other. He suddenly raised his head, just in time to see the girl in red open her fangs. On her body, viscous purple blood was trickling out of the bloody hole that had penetrated through her body.
Purple blood?!
Is she still human?
This quickly became the last thought that lingered in Ankeso's mind.
The girl in red pounced forward again and lay on Ankeso's body, sucking the blood that was gushing out of his neck in a frenzy. The gurgling sounds of swallowing could be heard clearly.
The two Sorcerer-Apprentices, who had been abandoned to the side and had no time to deal with it, had already gathered up the crude tools that stored spells in their hands. However, in the face of such a bloody and terrifying scene, the two of them were already shivering and did not dare to activate the tools in their hands.
Even Head Apprentice Ankeso's powerful Witchcraft could not truly harm this red-cloaked monster. The Witchcraft in their hands would not be able to kill it. If they did not know what was good for them and angered the other party, who knew if the monster in red would pounce on them, eat their flesh, drink their blood, and chew on their bones …
Just as the two of them were shivering with their backs against the wall, the girl in red had already stopped sucking. She sat up with her back facing the two acolytes. She took out a snow-white handkerchief and a small round mirror and wiped the corners of her lips, looking very satisfied.
The terrifying bloody hole in her abdomen actually healed quickly under the effect of a mysterious force. In the blink of an eye, it was as clean as before, once again turning into smooth, white, and snow-white skin. Not even a small scar could be found.
What a terrifying blood-sucking regeneration ability! Could it be … Could it be that she was one of the dark nobles in the rumors — a vampire?
Through the small gap in the door, Grim saw everything that had happened just now. He had no idea how his neighbor next door, who had been contaminated by spells, had turned from a young girl into a vampire.
However, he was sincerely pleased with Head Apprentice Ankeso's accidental death.
At this point in the battle, even the death of an acolyte, no matter how slow the Tower Sorcerer was, he should have sensed something!
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