Chapter 290 The Sound of Death <TOC> Chapter 292 Peter Pan
Translator: SumTLMan
“Young Lioness is dead?!” Daedweia’s face flashed with fury. Young Lioness was a genuine wizard-class expert and one of the six wizards of the Valiant Lions. How could she die so inexplicably?
“What exactly happened, Ford?” Walmartson asked anxiously.
Ford: “I don’t know. I was following her closely, and when she stepped into the inner hall, her body shattered into fragments.”
“Her soul? Give me her soul, and I’ll inquire!” Daedweia said.
Ford shook his head, his face full of grief: “It’s gone.”
“Gone? What happened? Explain yourself.”
Ford: “I saw her body shatter, and I immediately tried to capture her soul. But her soul appeared for less than a second before it was drawn into the inner hall… I’m worried something is amiss inside, so I tested it by sending a magical pet in. As soon as it entered the inner hall, it also shattered and died! I ran over here to inform the head of the family.”
“Shattered upon entering the inner hall? Young Lioness was a bloodline wizard!” Daedweia’s heart raced as he ordered Ford, “Hurry up and stop the others from entering the inner hall. Have everyone gather here!”
Ford acknowledged the order and immediately split into several avatars, heading in different directions.
Upon entering the auction venue, Daedweia felt an eerie stagnation in the air. He couldn’t use his communicator to send messages and had to rely on Ford to relay the information.
Walmartson stepped forward: “Master, the inner hall… There should be a small auction in a separate area today. I was monitoring it during the day and didn’t notice anything unusual.”
Daedweia nodded: “I know. I’ve been in the auction house all day, controlling the magic array inside. Indeed, there was no anomaly.” Daedweia frowned as he continued, “However, I can’t sense the magic array’s response now. Based on Ford’s account, the inner hall may have become a deadly trap, and the magic array might have been destroyed.”
After a while, eleven figures gathered around Daedweia.
In addition to the Valiant Lions’ wizards, there were also wizards from the Aromatic Enchantresses and Amber Dragonwings.
It could be said that all the wizards from the three major wizard families currently in Twilight Well had gathered here.
“Lord Daedweia, I just heard from Ford that Young Lioness died in the inner hall? Even her soul disappeared?” The speaker was Chizuru, a witch from the Aromatic Enchantresses. Although she was pleased to see the number of Valiant Lions’ wizards decrease due to different family affiliations, she was unwilling to accept Young Lioness’s death. As a fellow witch, she and Young Lioness had always been close, “I just had coffee with her at home, and now you’re telling me she’s dead? Is this some kind of joke?!”
Daedweia’s face remained dark, as he suppressed his inner grief: “Follow me.”
When everyone followed Daedweia to the entrance of the inner court’s western gate, they were all shocked. A shattered skull was placed directly at the door, the eyes of the Young Lioness not yet closed, as if some eerie presence was using her skull to proclaim its power and presence.
Upon seeing the lioness’s skull, Chizuru’s eyes were immediately covered in a watery sheen. Chizuru tried to use her mental tentacle to retrieve the lioness’s skull, but the magic was shattered and severed as soon as it reached the inner court.
Due to the shattering of the mental tentacle, Chizuru cried out in pain and fell to her knees.
“No magic can penetrate the inner court; there seems to be an absolute barrier.”
“What should we do now? Lord Daedweia, you are the guardian of the month, do you have any ideas?”
“That’s right, we’ve never encountered this situation during our shifts.”
“Perhaps it’s the enemies of Anshi seeking revenge.”
Daedweia knew that the other two family wizards would be difficult at this time. He took a deep breath and summoned dozens of demonic rats from another dimension.
Demonic rats are very low-level summoning beasts, favored by wizards as experimental subjects, whether for testing magic or experimenting with drugs. The consumption rate of demonic rats accounts for the top spot in the wizards’ material consumption list.
Demonic rats are naturally endowed with extreme keenness. Daedweia ordered them to enter the inner court, but he found that all the rats were shivering and dared not move forward.
Daedweia forcibly sent the demonic rats into the inner court.
The moment the demonic rats entered the inner court, strange lines appeared, slicing them into countless pieces.
The entrance of the inner court was instantly filled with mangled corpses, emanating a strong stench of blood.
At this moment, Daedweia stepped forward himself.
“Please reconsider, Lord!” Walmartson stopped Daedweia with an anxious expression.
Daedweia shook his head at Walmartson: “Don’t worry, I’ve cultivated my right hand using a duplication spell. Even if it’s severed, it can be reattached. I’ll only experiment with my right hand. Without experiencing it personally, I won’t be able to gather more information.”
Hearing Daedweia say this, Walmartson reluctantly stepped aside.
Daedweia stood in front of the inner court’s entrance, which led to a dark hall resembling a black hole, devouring all light and making it impossible to see the inside.
Daedweia slowly extended his hand, his right hand shimmering with protective magic, and entered the inner court.
At this moment, all eyes were focused on Daedweia.
“Uh,” Daedweia let out a muffled grunt.
In an instant, his right hand was fragmented into countless pieces, and Daedwia felt a bizarre force spreading throughout his body from his hand. Horrified, he swiftly severed his arm with a blade and collapsed to the ground.
“Patriarch!”
“Lord Daedwia!”
Daedwia quickly stemmed the bleeding.
After contemplating for a moment, he spoke in a low voice, “Summon the leaders of the Aromatic Enchantress and Amber Dragonwing families. I want to convene a tripartite conference.”
The tripartite conference was the highest-level meeting in the Twilight Well. It was generally convened when there was an invasion from external enemies or when discussing the division of interests. If it was not for the latter reason, then… an external enemy?
Everyone’s minds flashed with this thought.
As the majority of the wizards dispersed, Daedwia stood in front of the entrance to the inner chamber. His right arm had stopped bleeding, but his clothes were soaked in a large amount of blood, making him look extremely horrifying.
“Twilight, you’ve arrived,” Daedwia suddenly said.
With the end of his words, a middle-aged woman in a colorful robe emerged from the darkness. It was Twilight.
Twilight stood silently behind Daedwia.
“What have you discovered?” Daedwia inquired. Previously, Twilight had accompanied him to the Twilight Auction House, but when Ford went to gather people, she did not appear. Instead, she sent a message through Ford: “I have found something.”
A complex emotion flickered in Twilight’s eyes, and she whispered to Daedwia, “My lord, this music comes from the inner chamber. The person playing it must be inside.”
“I know that. Apart from this, do you have any other findings?”
Twilight paused for a moment, “I saw two somewhat familiar shadows earlier… perhaps, this strange occurrence is related to Lord Sanders’ apprentice.”
“Do you mean Flora, or…”
“It’s Angel.”
…
Two flowers bloomed, each representing a branch.
Angel had just returned to the Mirror World and had not yet returned home when he heard Sanders’ voice in his ear.
“Come to the Phantom Island; I have questions for you.”
Angel knew that Sanders would inquire about the auction incident, but he did not expect him to use a distant voice spell to inform him directly. Moreover, Sanders had detected him as soon as he returned to the Mirror World.
Upon hearing a sigh from Angel, he speculated that it must be something related to a pheromone trace.
Reluctantly, he halted and said to David, “You go back first, I’ll take Wimbledon to find the butler Goode.”
After bidding farewell to David, Angel looked at Wimbledon, who seemed both uneasy and expectant.
“Follow me and make sure not to get lost. I’ll take you to see butler Goode.”
Angel considered Wimbledon’s stride and deliberately slowed down his pace while walking.
Wimbledon followed closely behind Angel, attracting curious glances from others, making him somewhat frightened. Soon, Wimbledon saw a wave of air in front of him, followed by a severed arm flying and landing before him.
He uttered a fearful gasp.
Angel walked ahead, rubbing his temples. It was rare for the Tree Spirit Courtyard to have any fights, but today, of all days, they encountered one.
As the two continued, Angel noticed a trembling little hand grasping his hem after a few steps.
The usually fearless boy was scared enough by such a small incident to hold on to his clothes? Angel found it somewhat amusing. However, considering Wimbledon’s pride, Angel chose not to mention it.
Angel continued to move forward, showing no change in his expression. Wimbledon felt slightly reassured by Angel’s lack of reaction to his grasp on his clothes.
When they climbed a ladder and reached a low leaf platform, Wimbledon’s face began to turn pale.
Upon boarding the vine bus, Wimbledon curled up into a small ball, huddling close to Angel. His body trembled continuously, his face and lips turning pale.
“Acrophobia?” Angel silently sympathized with Wimbledon in his heart. If it was indeed acrophobia, it would be interesting.
Angel’s mischievousness peaked upon arriving at the Falling Cloud Leaf platform.
That’s because, without the ability to fly, one must cross a seemingly transparent sky bridge without any handrails from the Falling Cloud Leaf platform to Phantom Island.
As expected, when Angel stepped emotionlessly onto the Sky Bridge, his heart switched to spectator mode.
After walking a few steps, Angel turned to look at Wimbledon, who was still at the edge of the leaf, unable to move. His whole body was not only trembling but starting to roll his eyes as well.
“To reach Phantom Island and find Goode, this is the only way,” Angel said nonchalantly, “You won’t fall; it’s an invisible path called the Sky Bridge.”
“Don’t you want to see Goode?” Angel crossed his arms, standing on the Sky Bridge and looking at the shivering Wimbledon.
After a long pause, Wimbledon finally weakly said, “I… I’m scared.”
“If you’re scared of this, then you can forget about joining the wizarding world in the future. Wizards fly in the sky every day; there are no wizards who walk,” Angel said indifferently.
Perhaps provoked by Angel’s words, Wimbledon struggled for a while before finally lifting his leaden legs and stepping onto the Sky Bridge.
Angel thought Wimbledon had overcome his psychological pressure, but who knew that in the next second, he would rush over, cling to Angel’s leg, close his eyes, and tremble all over.
Seeing this, Angel couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated. It was the first time someone clung to his leg like this.
Angel initially wanted to lecture Wimbledon, but considering that Sanders was still waiting for him, he sighed and dragged Wimbledon across the Sky Bridge, reaching the edge of Phantom Island.