The scrawny man's eyes widened when he saw Kieran dashing out from the shadows.
He didn't understand how Kieran bypassed his spirit guards and entered the room, just like how he didn't understand how Kieran was so fast!
Among the 5 attributes, Kieran's Strength and Agility were at the bottom of the list, but it was only to Kieran.
To others, especially the natives of this dungeon world, SS- Agility was almost inconceivable.
Therefore, there was no suspense in the final result.
Pak!
A chop landed on the man's neck.
The man's eyes rolled up and he fainted.
Kieran grabbed the man by the collar and walked into the study room while searching for his personal belongings.
Kieran was already familiar with how to acquire valuable spoils of war. When he reached the study room's entrance, Kieran had already taken out a couple of items from the man's body.
However, only two items were recognized by the system.
One was a black lustrous metallic ring.
[Name: Soul Guard Ring]
[Type: Accessory]
[Rarity: Magic]
[Attribute: Spirit Guard]
[Prerequisite: None]
[Remark: The craftsmanship isn't complicated but the skills are still passed down.]
…
[Spirit Guard: Summon a wandering spirit as your guard. It can complete simple orders and exist for a long time. When the Spirit Guard dies, you will need to replace it with a suitable soul (Can be human, beast, or bird)]
…
The other item was a scroll.
[Name: Evil Spirit Scroll]
[Type: Scroll]
[Rarity: Magic]
[Attribute: Summon two evil spirits to serve you, 1/1]
[Prerequisite: None]
[Remark: They aren't exactly likable but they are useful enough.]
…
Kieran didn't hesitate to stuff both items into his backpack. Kieran didn't even spare the remaining materials.
Although the system didn't provide any related attributes, it didn't mean they were worthless. At least in this dungeon world, they were worth a lot of money.
Carrying the unconscious man, Kieran sized up the study through the opened door.
It was not accurate to call it a study.
To be exact, it was a combination of a study and a laboratory.
On one side, there was indeed a bookshelf and a desk for copying.
The other side was much bloodier.
The disassembled human and animal organs were mixed in an iron basin, and there was no lack of disassembled 'raw materials' around it.
Beside the iron basin was a shelf with an oil painting on it.
It had a wooden frame and a luxurious chair on the canvas. Other than that, there was nothing else.
Immediately, Kieran had some guesses.
He lifted his leg and strode over a floorboard near the door of the study.
The floorboards looked no different from the others, but Kieran's Pro level [Mystical Knowledge] confirmed that there was a magic trap on the floorboards.
The kind that sounds alarms and attacks.
Even though the owner of the house was in Kieran's hands, it didn't mean Kieran wanted to find trouble for himself.
After flipping through the books on the bookshelf and desk, he made sure they were just some basic [Mystical Knowledge] books and common books. After that, Kieran turned his attention to the oil painting.
When Kieran took a closer look at the oil painting, Kieran was surprised to find out that the oil painting had two sides.
It was the same frame, but there were two paintings on both sides.
Because of the angle, what Kieran saw was the one with the chair on the front and the other was a yellowed canvas.
Kieran looked at the double-sided oil painting and checked his surroundings again.
Doing this was undoubtedly very troublesome, but compared to losing his life, it was much better.
No matter how careful one was, one could never be too careful against a mystical being.
What Kieran discovered after that proved the necessity of being careful.
From the frame of the painting, a faint fragrance of plants wafted into his nose.
The surroundings were filled with organs and bodies, and the stench of blood filled the air. If Kieran didn't check carefully, he would have overlooked the smell.
If he ignored the smell and touched the oil painting with his hand …
Kieran pulled the animal pelt on top of the lab table and started to wipe the oil painting.
After a few swipes, the animal pelt started to wither and dry with exponential speed. Then, it turned into a piece of burnt paper, turning into ashes with a single touch.
"Is it purposely arranged like this?"
Kieran glanced over the iron basin and picked up the oil painting.
[Name: Communication Painting]
[Type: ETC]
[Rarity: Magic]
[Attribute: Communication]
[Prerequisite: Mystical Knowledge (Entry), Communication Magic Circle]
[Remark: Two pieces cut from the same canvas. There is a strange connection between them.]
…
[Communication: Use the magic circle to communicate and see each other.]
…
"Communication Magic Circle?"
Kieran raised a puzzled brow.
With such a requirement, the value of the [Communication Painting] plummeted.
Of course, Kieran wouldn't just throw it away. He grabbed the painting in one hand and the captive in the other, searching the whole room. After finding nothing else, Kieran left.
John, who had been guarding the street next door, heaved a long breath when he saw Kieran appear.
He signaled Carl to help and asked, "It's done?"
"Isn't it obvious enough?"
Kieran picked up the captive and shook it.
"It's obvious.
Are we going back to St. Paolo School now? "
John asked.
"No, let's go to the next location."
Kieran shook his head.
Kieran didn't want to drag it out for too long against three inferior enemies.
The carriage started to move again.
Because of the extra captive, John and Carl sat outside and drove the wagon together.
Just like how Kieran commented on the enemies, they were not up to standard.
He didn't care about the enemies in the other two locations.
Not just the enemies themselves, but the spoils of war as well.
However, in order to get more information, Kieran kept the captive alive.
For this reason, Sheriff John had to call for another carriage.
The two wagons drove back to St. Paolo School one after the other. The captives were locked up separately under the supervision of the school security team.
"Do you want to come along?"
Kieran asked before he was ready to interrogate the sorcerer.
"Okay."
Sister Moni hesitated for a while before nodding.
She didn't want to face blood but sometimes, she had to face it.
Helplessness was the crux of life.
Sister Moni knew the saying a long time ago and deeply experienced it.
The older she got, the deeper she understood it.
Sister Moni followed Kieran into the interrogation room.
However, to her surprise, after a bucket of cold water was poured on the sorcerer, he reported his identity.
"Remnants of the Dawn Society, let me go!
Otherwise, we, the Revival Society, will not let you go! "
The sorcerer shouted arrogantly when he woke up.
Revival Society?
Kieran muttered the name of the unfamiliar society.
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