"Boom!!!"
The sudden explosion startled Rosalind. Rosalind, who was sleeping on the bed next to her, also woke up. She sat up and looked around anxiously.
"What's going on? Sister Flower? "
"I don't know. It seems to be coming from outside …"
"Dong dong dong!!"
At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Hearing the knock, Flower immediately raised her guard and asked.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Miss."
It was the frivolous monk, Jirōji Qingxuan's voice.
"What's the matter?"
"Yes, I heard that Miss Red Ponytail and Master Heine seem to have found the attacker. They want you to go there immediately."
"Really?"
Hearing this, Rosalind also became excited. She jumped out of bed and wanted to open the door, but she was grabbed by Flower next to her.
"Sister Flower?"
"Rosalind, come behind me."
If Fresh Flower had been wary of the monk's words before, then she was now suspicious of him. After all, as a fellow traveler, Flower knew that Red Ponytail had a lot of strange high-tech equipment. If she wanted to contact her, she wouldn't have to use such an ancient method of transmission and ask someone else for help. After all, when they came out this time, Flower had also gotten a mobile phone to facilitate communication. If Xiao Hong really had something to say to her, a phone call would solve the problem.
Why did she send someone to pass the message?
Flower waved her hand, motioning for Rosalind to hide behind her. She quickly stretched out her hand. Soon, there was a flash of light, and the next moment, Flower opened the door. Outside the door, the frivolous monk was standing there with a smile on his face. He didn't seem to have changed much from before.
"Where are they?"
"Hahaha, them? I'll take you to see them now …"
However, before the monk could finish his words, Flower saw him suddenly raise his right hand. The alms bowl in his hand quickly flew up and smashed towards her forehead.
"Boom!"
However, in the next moment, a blazing flame shield suddenly erupted, blocking Jirōjo Qingxuan's attack and pushing him away at the same time.
"What do you mean by this?!"
"Tch."
Facing Flower's question, Frivolous Monk didn't answer. He just snorted and raised his hand again. At the same time, Flower raised her right index finger and pointed at the monk in front of her. Soon, a shining Magic Missile burst out of Fresh Flower's fingertips and flew toward the monk in front of her.
Lesser Spell Missile Storm!
"What is this?!"
The frivolous monk obviously hadn't seen this kind of magic before, but he wasn't completely helpless. He grabbed the alms bowl in his hand, and the light of magic flashed around him, forming a solid shield.
But it was meaningless. After the whistling Magic Missiles collided four to five times, the Frivolous Monk's defense was shattered and hit his body. Along with a scream, the frivolous Monk flew backward and fell heavily to the ground.
"What are you trying to do?!"
Flower stepped forward again and guarded the door vigilantly. She pointed her index finger at the frivolous monk, and the light of magic gathered in her hand again. But at that moment, suddenly …
"— — — —!!!"
An invisible sound wave instantly came from the other side of the corridor, rushing toward Flower and Rosalind. For a moment, the corridor began to tremble. The glass shattered, and the walls peeled off. However, Flower and Rosalind, who were standing there, did not react at all.
"How could this be?"
At that moment, Frivolous Monk slowly got up. When he saw this scene, there was an unmistakable look of surprise on his face. The frivolous monk looked at Flower in surprise and opened his mouth.
"You … don't have a magic mark?"
"We, the Thousand Worlds Tree, don't need that kind of thing!"
Although Flower didn't know what was going on, the monk in front of her was her enemy, so she did not hesitate to fire Magic Missiles at the monk again. This time, however, the flying Magic Missiles did not hit the target. Just as they were about to hit the target, a huge shadow suddenly descended from the sky and appeared in front of the monk like a shield, blocking the flying Magic Missiles.
"What … is this?"
Flower was shocked to see the monster in front of her that looked like a hybrid of a wolf and a spider. Although she had started learning magic, this was the first time she had seen a monster. After all, what she had seen in the past was only in the movies. Seeing a monster in real life … did not feel real to Flower.
"Roar — —!!"
At the same time, the monster roared at Flower again and showed its claws.
At that moment, Flower panicked and used the strongest evocation magic she knew.
"Fireball!!"
"Boom — —!!"
The sudden appearance of the explosion and fire attracted the attention of the others.
"What happened?"
"Rosalind!!"
Heine shouted, then ran toward the castle in a hurry. The others hurriedly followed.
However, compared to these magicians, Fangzheng was a lot simpler. With a few jumps, she jumped from the wall below to the room that had been blasted open. At this moment, the originally luxurious room had been scorched black by the flames. The bright red flames kept burning. Rosalind hid behind Flower, shivering, and Flower's face was pale.
"What's wrong? What's going on? "
"Xiao Hong!"
Flower breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Fangzheng appear. She hurriedly pulled Rosalind to Fangzheng's side and said.
"We heard an explosion just now, and then … then the monk knocked on the door and said you were looking for us. I felt something was wrong, so I cast a flame shield on myself. Then I opened the door, and the monk suddenly attacked me. Although I knocked him down, a monster suddenly appeared … I … I don't know what to say … so I cast a fireball … "
Although Flower tried to calm herself down, from her slightly trembling tone, Fangzheng could feel that she was really nervous and uneasy at the moment. This was normal. No one would have thought that they would encounter an Alien on the set of Sherlock Holmes, right?
If there was an Alien, why would they need Sherlock Holmes?
Shouldn't they look for Ripley?
"Okay, don't worry, I'm here … Just protect Rosalind."
Fangzheng patted Flower on the shoulder, motioning for her to calm down. He then walked to the burning corridor and waved his hand. Soon, a cold chill burst out and completely extinguished the flames in the corridor.
But …
"Wow, it seems that there's no hope."
Looking at the charred body of the monster in front of him, Fangzheng couldn't help but smack his lips.
Although Flower looked quite nervous, her judgment was correct. In the narrow corridor, the power of the fireball spell was almost maximized. Half of the monster's body was completely charred, and the monk behind it was not much better. His robes had been burnt black, and one of his arms had been charred and deformed. He was currently on the ground, screaming incessantly.
"This, this is …"
At this moment, the other people who rushed over were also dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
"What the hell is going on?"
However, an even more surprising scene happened.
"Mom! Mom!! "
Qing Xuan, who was in Jirōjo, shouted while crying bitterly. He rushed towards the monster and threw himself on it. Seeing this, everyone was stunned.
"Xiao Hong … What's going on?"
At this time, Fresh Flower also came behind Fangzheng with Rosalind. Looking at the scene of the monk crying while hugging a monster, she couldn't understand what was going on.
"Who knows? Ask Sherlock Holmes."
Fangzheng was too lazy to think about such a boring thing, so she raised her head and looked at Elmero II.
"Sherlock Holmes, what do you think?"
"I'm not Sherlock Holmes, Miss Red Ponytail."
Elmero II sighed helplessly when he heard Fangzheng's words.
"But … I'm already very clear about the truth of this matter."
"Oh? Tell me about it. "
"It's simple."
While speaking, Elmero II pointed at the monk.
"He's the son of Ashur Bowen."
"… Huh?"
Not only did Fangzheng show a surprised expression, but Luvia and the others were also dumbfounded.
"Wait, didn't Ashur Bowen have no children?"
Flower asked. The reason they came here to inherit the inheritance was that the magician named Ashur Bowen had no direct blood relatives. If he had a son, why did he ask them to come?
"That's just an excuse, no … In fact, Ashur Bowen did have a son. I heard it from Old Master Orlok, but the son died a long time ago."
Elmero II took out a cigar as he spoke, but silently put it away after noticing Red Ponytail's unfriendly gaze.
"It's because Ashur Bowen's son died that this incident happened."
"So you mean … his son wants to be resurrected?"
Luvia frowned and asked. Elmero II shook his head.
"It's not that simple. You should all know Ashur Bowen's nickname, the Restorer of Magic Engravings. For us magicians, Magic Engravings are like organs. So repairing Magic Engravings is similar to organ transplants. So, have you ever thought about what materials are needed to repair Magic Engravings? "
"…"
Hearing until here, everyone couldn't help but ponder. Then, Heine frowned.
"… Someone else's … Magic Engravings?"
"That's impossible!"
"Impossible. That's not appropriate for a magician."
Elmero II shook his head again.
"I'm sure you've heard rumors that some people's temperament will change drastically after an organ transplant, or they will suddenly learn something they never did before."
"Ah, I've seen similar movies."
Fresh Flower sneaked up to Fangzheng and whispered to Fangzheng and Rosalind.
"I remember the content of that movie. An honest man transplanted the heart of a death row prisoner, who turned out to be a robber. Later on, the honest man's temper became more and more irritable. In the end, it was as if he was possessed by a death row prisoner and began to commit crimes … Wait …"
Saying this, Fresh Flower was startled.
"Could it be …"
"It's just as Miss Heitong said."
At that moment, Elmero II took out a notebook.
"This is the record I found in Ashur Bowen's secret chamber. It records the list of magicians who came to repair the Magic Engravings. Jirangba Qingxuan was one of them. This proves that he has come to Stripping City and received the repair of the Magic Engravings."
Hearing this, everyone looked at the monk with a different expression. If it was just Elmero II's inference before without any evidence, the evidence now was completely different. After all, a person who had come here to receive the repair of the Magic Engravings pretended to know nothing about this place and sneaked into it again. No matter how they looked at it, there was definitely something wrong.
"In other words, Ashur Bowen used his son's Magic Engravings to repair the monk's Magic Engravings, and then used someone else's body to resurrect his son? I have to say, it's quite creative. If that's the case, why did he bring us here? "
At this time, Fangzheng also raised his own question with interest. Elmero II sighed.
"This is just my speculation. When Old Master Orlok was alive, I talked to him. He said that he used to study some kind of secret technique with Ashur Bowen in this castle. Now that I think about it, it's probably the secret technique of resurrection. This secret technique requires a large number of Magic Engravings, which is why there was that invitation letter. After all, those who came here after receiving the invitation letter must be magicians who are interested in the secret technique of repairing the Magic Engravings, and they should all have Magic Engravings on them. In fact, that's the reason why they only kill one person every other day is probably because it takes a day to remove and preserve the Magic Engravings. "
Lu Via furrowed her brows in annoyance.
"So, we were lured here as prey?"
"That's about it."
This time, the one who answered was not Elmero II, but the monk. He slowly stood up with a smile on his face. Although it was still the monk's voice, the tone was completely different from the monk's.
"You're Ashur Bowen's son?"
"That's right."
Jirangba Qingxuan — no, Ashur Bowen's son — nodded.
"I'm Guranid Ashur Bowen."
"… … …"
At this moment, everyone fell into silence. Although they had heard Elmero II's reasoning before, when the monk in front of them really admitted that he was a dead person in a different tone, it was a completely different situation.
But at that moment, no one noticed that the monster at the monk's feet opened its mouth again.
The next moment, a harsh sound suddenly broke out.
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