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Chapter 29

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In the early hours of the morning, after many experiments, Lucien finally mastered the five unofficial spells, Eyes of Stars, Frost Ray, Forbidden Light, Mage Hand, and Acid Sputtering. As for the Ring of Disenchantment, which he had learned yesterday and tried to cast without incantations, Lucien kept the casting time at about three seconds.

Comparing with the witch's own records, Lucien found that the time he spent analyzing, learning, and mastering the spells was surprisingly fast. Except for the Ring of Disenchantment that the witch did not understand, the elemental spells that she was good at, such as Acid Sputtering and Frost Ray, usually took her three to four days, twenty hours, and hundreds of magic experiments to analyze and master them. Lucien, on the other hand, used Acid Sputtering five times, Frost Ray seven times, and Eyes of Stars ten times. Only Forbidden Light took him thirty times to master because he did not have enough understanding and analysis beforehand.

In Lucien's view, the main reason for this was that the structure of the spells seemed to be based on mathematical models, and then combined with his own understanding of the structure of the spells. Also, the model structure of the unofficial spells was just a simple rune pattern, which was equivalent to the level of elementary or high school plane geometry like the hexagram. After reviewing the literature in the library for a while, the analysis of most of the unofficial spells became very simple.

As for the understanding of the structure of the spells, Lucien also relied on his past knowledge. For example, he understood Acid Sputtering as making sulfuric acid with sulfur. However, when it came to Forbidden Light, Lucien could not rely on his past knowledge to understand it. He could only roughly think that by reversing the structure of the fluorescent grass, it could make it actively absorb light and not reflect it. The result was not bad, but it was not good either. It took Lucien a lot of practice to master it.

This made Lucien reflect on himself, "I can't rely too much on my past knowledge. The magic in this world should have its own uniqueness. Although part of it can be combined with the knowledge of physics and chemistry, the other parts have to be slowly analyzed by myself. After all, the elements and rules in this world are very different from those on Earth. For example, in the witch's records, there are precious materials such as mithril, adamantine, and so on, and why we can rely on Astrology to predict the future."

As for Ring of Disenchantment, because Lucien fully understood that it was a spell under the effect of gravity, he could shorten the casting time to the limit so quickly.

After ten minutes of quiet rest to recover his spiritual power, Lucien began to simply deal with the traces left behind, such as the surface of the corroded stones.

"The power of informal magic is indeed not strong enough. The Frost Ray can only kill an adult directly by hitting the heart and throat and causing sudden cardiac arrest and suffocation. Otherwise, all three Frost Rays have to hit the target. If only one of them hits the target, it will only cause severe frostbite and slow down the target's movements and thinking. As for Acid Sputtering, because of the concentration and strength of the acid, it also has to hit the target's vital parts." Lucien calmly analyzed the apprentice-level spells that he knew, and he was not disappointed. Although many of the spells did not seem to be very powerful, as long as they were used well, the effects would be equally amazing in certain situations and times.

After dealing with the traces, Lucien put the casting materials in his pocket in a hidden and convenient place. Then he did not return to the surface, but continued to explore the sewer near the water outlet of the slums.

This was because Lucien had considered that if he wanted to find the black corpse mushroom, he must first find the carrion. Since the cemetery was very likely to be secretly monitored by the Church, besides the dead beasts and humans in the Metzer Black Forest, the sewer was the only place where he could hope to find the carrion. After all, there were many poor people and beggars living here, and they might not even have a shroud. If there were no friends or relatives around, there was a possibility that they would quietly die in the sewer without anyone knowing. As for dead animals and rotten meat that had been thrown into the sewer, it was not rare to see such things.

Also, the witches had also explored the sewer before. At first, they were looking for the black corpse mushroom, then they were looking for the red-eyed rats. However, they did not encounter any danger, so Lucien dared to explore this part of the sewer first.



Lucien spread out his spiritual power and vaguely sensed the surroundings. He walked carefully in the sewer.

In more than twenty minutes, Lucien had explored several places and found three carrion. They were two rats and a strange jelly-like animal. Unfortunately, there were no black corpse mushrooms growing on them.

After turning a corner, Lucien's eyes suddenly became open, and he finally found the beggars living in the sewer.

This section of the sewer was very wide. In the middle, there was a quiet underground river with some garbage flowing all the way to the water outlet and merged into the Belem River. On the stone corridor on both sides, there were rows of rags, pots, and other things. There were several beggars with tattered clothes that exposed a lot of their skin. They were gathered on one side of the corridor, and Lucien did not know what they were doing.

Lucien saw that there were only beggars, so he did not avoid them. Moreover, he had been discovered, so he steadily wanted to pass through the corridor on the other side.

"Young man, the sewer is not a place where you should come. What is your purpose?" An old man in his sixties stood out from the group of beggars. His ribs were protruding, and he was abnormally shriveled. However, from his voice, Lucien could tell that he was at most forty years old.

No matter how shabby and cheap Lucien's linen jacket was, it could not hide his identity as a poor person. However, compared to these beggars, it was as gorgeous as a noble. At least, it was not rotten to the point that most of the skin was exposed. At least, it was very clean. Therefore, the old man recognized that Lucien was not an "aboriginal" living in the sewer at a glance.

Lucien smiled and replied, "I have a friend living in the sewer, and I'm here to find him." His words were confident and full of style, as if he did not take these beggars seriously. In this lawless dark sewer, if he did not want to arouse the greed of these beggars, the best way was to show that he was strong.

Behind the skinny old man, several other beggars stood up and stared at Lucien with ferocious and greedy eyes. However, Lucien did not show any weakness and looked around at them, showing his strong body and the dagger that was faintly shining with a cold light.

This made them subconsciously avoid Lucien's gaze.

Looking at Lucien walking forward step by step, the skinny old man suddenly laughed. "Young man, I see that you are not dressed well, and you have a dagger in your hand. It seems that you are doing something improper."

Lucien was a little surprised that he would talk to him. He thought for a moment and replied coldly, "This has nothing to do with you."

The skinny old man chuckled. "No matter what, I can see that you are living a very difficult life. Since a hardworking young man like you can't eat white bread and beef every day, I don't think it's your fault. The Saint Truth tells us that everyone is a lamb of the Lord, but why can the nobles live a luxurious life, while the poor pious believers can't change their fate? Everyone is born to sin! "

"I'm not interested in what you are talking about. Don't talk to me anymore." Lucien's tone was cold.

Although the skinny old man spoke very vaguely and did not leave any evidence, Lucien smelled a familiar smell from his words. It was the smell of being preached, and from what he said, it was definitely not the Saint Truth. As for whether it was other gods or demons, Lucien was not interested at the moment. Without enough strength, it would be suicidal to rashly come into contact with these things.

They didn't allow him to say too much because the more he knew, the harder it would be for him to leave. Under the control of the Saint Truth, spreading information about other sects was a crime punishable by burning at the stake. These beggars wouldn't take the risk of leaking the information.

The skinny old man and the beggars did not expect that Lucien would reject them so straightforwardly. They stared at Lucien angrily, as if something precious had been desecrated.

"Do you want to try my dagger?" Lucien shook the dagger in his hand and then walked forward calmly and steadily.

When Lucien was on the other side of the underground river, he noticed that there was a clean piece of black cloth in the place where they were standing. On the cloth, there was a drawing of a curved, silver horn.

The skinny old man recalled what he had said and felt that he did not reveal anything. It was just like the complaints of an ordinary poor person, but he focused his complaints on the nobles. At the same time, he measured Lucien's age, physical condition, and the dagger in his hand, and sat down again helplessly.

… …

After leaving the beggars and walking in the underground water for more than ten minutes, Lucien suddenly heard the sound of water.

"It seems that I have reached the water outlet. It should be the Belem River outside." Lucien saw that the underground river had become slightly turbulent and was flowing to a hole covered by a large wire mesh. Therefore, he walked slowly on the side of the tunnel, looking for rotten corpses in the place where the garbage was densest.

Lucien walked to the wire mesh but did not find anything. Slightly disappointed, he was ready to return to the surface.

However, when Lucien turned around and casually glanced at the part where the barbed wire was in contact with the water, he was surprised to find that, under the illumination of the fluorescent light and the waves of the water, the part where the barbed wire was in contact with the water did not seem to be there.

Out of curiosity, Lucien walked to the side, shook the wire mesh, and looked carefully. He was sure that there was a big hole under the wire mesh.

Before Lucien had time to determine whether it was broken naturally or destroyed by someone, he saw a large black object slowly floating in front of him. It seemed that it was because of the violent shaking of the wire mesh.

When it slowly floated to the surface and hit the wire mesh under the impact of the underground river, Lucien saw that it was a bloated corpse. Most of the muscles on the face and body had rotted. He could only vaguely recognize the outline of the corpse. The clothes were covered with garbage, and some of them were very buoyant.

Lucien resisted the disgust of seeing the rotten corpse and carefully looked for the black corpse mushroom on the corpse. Although the hope was not high, after all, it was soaked in the water, but maybe there would be a surprise.

Looking at the corpse, Lucien frowned. The cause of death of the corpse was very strange. The chest was cut open, and when he touched it with his dagger, he found that the heart was gone. It looked like it was dug out alive.

"Who is so cruel?" Lucien looked up and down at the corpse. Suddenly, he found a money bag wrapped around the waist of the corpse. "Why does it look a little familiar?"

Lucien picked it up with his dagger and looked carefully. "This is my money bag!"

This was the money bag that Lucien was robbed by the gang members and did not have time to get back. It actually appeared on a strange rotten corpse in the sewers.

In surprise, Lucien ignored the disgust and looked at the corpse's face seriously.

"André?"

Lucien had a thought. The more he looked, the more it seemed like André. How could the Aaron Gang's André die here?!

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