Chapter 623 'Little Demon' Grak <TOC> Chapter 625 Meeting in Windy District
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Gloria laughed, then suddenly stopped and whispered to Angel: “I feel like you know a lot about these Nightmare Plane creatures?”
“It’s all what my mentor told me.” Angel said, and then remained silent no matter how Gloria tried to probe.
Worried that Sanders might suddenly return, Gloria finally gave up asking: “It seems that you and your mentor have hidden a lot from me. Fine, I’m an outsider after all, so I won’t bother with it.”
Angel saw Nausica leaning against the door not far away, so he walked over and handed her the Bloodline Vial.
Nausica was about to refuse, but Grak, who was hanging from the nest, started to make a fuss: “Hey, that Bloodline Vial is mine! I’ll need it when I get a physical body!”
At this time, Sanders appeared at the door, holding an unconscious young man in his hand.
Hearing Grak’s outcry, Sanders sneered: “You said you wanted to give her the Bloodline Vial yourself, and you threw it voluntarily. It’s too late to take it back now.”
Grak’s face showed urgency: “That was just rhetoric, how would she take the bait if I didn’t throw it? It doesn’t count!”
Sanders threw the young man on the ground: “If what you said doesn’t count, then neither does what I said.”
Grak fell silent and looked at the unconscious young man on the floor. He was a pure mortal but had the talent to become a wizard. His aptitude was passable, but more importantly, this guy was a blank, with a bloodline very similar to Grak’s. Once Grak occupied his body, he could quickly get on track.
A determined person can bend and stretch. I’ll endure today, but one day I’ll tear off your hypocritical mask! With this thought in mind, Grak gritted his teeth and replied: “Fine, I’ll keep my word, and I won’t take the Bloodline Vial back. I can’t hold on here anymore, Sanders, hurry up and bring him over.”
Sanders held the young man in front of Grak: “Come on, let’s have you take the Merck Soul Source Oath first.”
As Grak was muttering the oath, Angel spoke to a nervous Nausica: “See, even Mentor admits it’s yours. It’s something you got with your own abilities, so just take it.”
This precious Nether Demon Bloodline was a great temptation for all three of them.
However, Coral has already integrated her bloodline, and if she wants to inject the Nether Demon Bloodline, she needs to completely cleanse all her bloodlines first. Regardless of the success rate, the cost of cleansing is more than the present Coral can bear. Angel already has the “Projection Bloodline” from Shava, and although no special abilities have been seen yet, the Projection Bloodline is the most suitable for him, and there will be no failure rate problems. With this bloodline, advancing to a wizard is not a problem.
Even if one has the Projection Bloodline, they can still inject new bloodlines, but he has no plans to find a new bloodline so quickly.
So, this Bloodline Vial is actually most suitable for Nausica.
She is originally a bloodline wizard, and although she is now a second-level apprentice, she has not yet integrated a bloodline. This has resulted in her being unable to use many spells and techniques in the bloodline wizard lineage. Although she relies on her strong physique for her combat power, she is still not top-tier.
Once she integrates this bloodline, Nausica will undergo earth-shattering changes.
Of course, the premise is that she successfully integrates it.
However, the success rate can always be improved. There are unique secret methods in the bloodline lineage. The Nether Demon Bloodline is precious, and not as data-less as the Deep Blue Bloodline.
As long as Nausica puts in a little effort, the bloodline fusion success rate will not be a problem.
In the end, Nausica accepted the Bloodline Vial. Although she appeared calm on the surface, her occasionally curling lips revealed her inner excitement and joy.
Fortune and misfortune are intertwined, just like this.
On the other side, under the protection of Sanders, Grak’s original spirit light finally entered the boy’s Soul Realm. With the help of secret methods, it ruthlessly annihilated the boy’s already weak soul without hesitation.
Soon after, the boy opened his eyes.
The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to look at the body in the sky, which was about to be pulled into the void by the golden threads. His eyes held a touch of nostalgia and regret as he deeply sighed.
Sorrow was only temporary. For someone who had once achieved the status of a wizard, his resolve was very firm. From his determination to give up his original body, it was evident that he was not a person who dwelled in the past.
Even if Grak is full of cunning and treachery, his wizard’s nature will not change.
Only after his former body was completely pulled into the void did the boy lower his eyes and examine the condition of his current body.
After a while, the young man showed a satisfied smile on his face, generally speaking, this body was not bad.
At this moment, a badge fell from the sky and landed in the young man’s hand.
The young man’s face showed a puzzled expression. This badge depicted a small demon’s image, which was a spatial item he entrusted a Mechanical City alchemist to craft a hundred years ago. It contained most of his worldly possessions.
When he gave up his original body, he broke the advanced contract magic rune on the badge, meaning that this was an ownerless spatial item containing a large number of precious items.
“Don’t you want it?” The young man asked, holding the badge.
Sanders smiled faintly: “I’m not interested in your belongings, nor do I want to waste a Merck Soul Source Oath on your spatial item.”
“Now that I’ve returned your things, I’m going to exercise the Merck Soul Source Oath you swore.” Sanders paused, and in the face of the other’s uneasy expression, said: “You know Flora, right?”
The young man nodded: “Blood Witch Flora, who doesn’t know her?”
“My request is for you to swear a ‘Hendra Oath’ and become Flora’s disciple.” Sanders’ lips curled into a smile, which looked evil from any angle.
The Hendra Oath was an oath taken when becoming a disciple, without many restrictions, but one thing was absolutely forbidden: “Betrayal.” All betrayers would have their souls completely dispersed, never to find peace.
Sanders’ request was equivalent to asking him to give up all his relationships and assets he had built in the past and truly start over.
The young man’s expression was somewhat tangled, but he had already issued a Merck Soul Source Oath. Sanders’ request did not violate the limitations of the Merck Soul Source Oath, and he was still free, only under a different master.
After struggling for a while, he nodded and said: “Alright, I agree to this request.”
His face was filled with sadness. Previously, he was thinking that one day he would tear off Sanders’ hypocritical mask. But now he was about to become Flora’s disciple, effectively joining Sanders’ faction. How could he expose his hypocrisy then?
Thinking of this, he was filled with bitterness and resentment.
“Now that you have agreed to this request, say goodbye to your past completely. ‘Little Demon’ Grak has become a name in history.” Sanders said.
The young man understood Sanders’ meaning and nodded helplessly: “Actually, Grak was just an alias of mine. My real name is… Spivey.”
As he said the name Spivey, a hint of surprise flashed in everyone’s eyes.
Upon mentioning Spivey, for all the southern wizards, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely the legendary figure from five thousand years ago – the Cunning Great Wizard Spivey!
A great wizard who embarked on a legendary path by deceiving and swindling.
It turns out that the name Grak was fake, and his real name is Spivey? No wonder this guy’s behavior is so extraordinary, with a famous namesake floating above his head.
“No one knows my name, and my relatives are long dead. I might as well use my real name from now on,” the young Spivey reluctantly said.
Sanders nodded, all he wanted was an attitude. Grak, who was once a wizard, was indeed very cooperative.
Gloria suddenly transmitted a message: “You are still amazing, just a few words and you’ve dealt with the Little Demon. And, from what I can see now, his future path is limitless.”
Sanders smiled, the reason he valued Grak was that he knew that even if Grak started from scratch, according to his temperament, becoming a wizard again would not be difficult. Plus, if he could conceal some traces of deception as the “Cunning Great Wizard,” it would not be difficult to become a true knowledge wizard in the future.
Now, Grak has used his real name again, which is a good development. Not only did Sanders see it, but Gloria saw it too, which is why she was so envious and jealous.
Sanders did not say much to Gloria, and brought Spivey over: “This matter is settled, now it’s time to leave this place.”
Gloria immediately asked: “Do you have a way to leave here?”
Sanders nodded, the method to leave here had already been informed to him by Angel through the mental link not long ago.
Gloria’s face showed a hint of excitement: “Since there is a way to leave, why don’t we go to some treasure museums, pick some things, and take them with us before we go?”
Gloria’s thinking coincided with Coral’s approach to some extent, both wanting to take advantage of the situation.
Sanders shook his head: “Let’s leave now, or there will be changes. Moreover, there are more and more interstitial spaces, if we go in, we are very likely to end up dead.”
Since Sanders said so, everyone present could only nod in agreement.
They returned to the city gate, looking at the dark fog ahead, and everyone felt somewhat heavy in their hearts. Even though they were leaving, this fallen city might never prosper again.
“Let’s go,” Sanders signaled Angel to lead the way.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Angel crouched down and gestured for Little Spot the dog to lead them away. Little Spot barked twice and entered the dark fog.
“Follow.”
With Spivey and Gloria’s inquisitive gazes, everyone followed one after another.
Along the way, Gloria was still quietly asking about the dog’s origin, but Sanders remained silent. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer, but he was also asking Angel about the dog’s origin through their mental link.
“According to the conversation between Frogg and Foxx, this dog seems to have been secretly brought out of the Nightmare Plane by Yorkshire. Its original owner was Minister Dim.”
“Minister Dim?”
“Dim is the blacksmith of our Pat Estate, and I guess Minister Dim is his projection,” Angel pondered.
Chapter 623 'Little Demon' Grak <TOC> Chapter 625 Meeting in Windy District