NOVPUBChapter 477: Chapter 417 Lifebound Item
“What do you mean by that?!”
The archaeologist watched the girl across from her warily.
Xu Shuo stuffed the folded parchment casually into his trouser pocket without answering her question.
Instead, he said, “When I’m in a good mood, maybe I won’t mind showing you his letter.”
After speaking, he turned around, blatantly turning his back to her.
He stepped onto the surface of the Blood Pool, leaving the way he had come.
The vines that had stretched out from the Blood Pool turned into blood and fell back into the pool.
The entire underground space became silent again, leaving behind only the chaos of the explosion.
The archaeologist stood on the platform, pondering the words that had been said just now.
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She gradually clenched the handle of the cross-shaped greatsword in her hand, her expression going through several changes, but in the end, she resisted the urge to tear her mask off right there and then.
The events of tonight had been enough to show that the Night Witch’s thoughts were meticulous; she wouldn’t act without purpose.
To keep her here and tell her all that must be part of deploying more plans!
And yet, she was unable to resist and even found herself inadvertently acting according to the other’s reasoning!
Thinking of this, the archaeologist was somewhat vexed—she had just been too eager, allowing the Night Witch to perceive her obsession with the letter, turning it into a chip to control her.
Damn it!
It was all because of the evil aura here disturbing her thoughts!
The archaeologist ground her teeth in annoyance.
Of course, it might also have been because she had used the ability of “Documentary Notes” too frequently tonight, so much so that her nerve reactions couldn’t keep up.
Otherwise, with the Blood Vine’s speed of attack, she shouldn’t have been so passive on several occasions.
But her frequent use of her abilities was also because the Night Witch had purposely led her to this underground space and then trapped her here…
The more the archaeologist recalled, the more dazed she became.
—This script is really tough, so why keep such flexible thinking for an NPC!!
The archaeologist, feeling indignant, combined the handle and blade of her sword again, then held it while looking forward.
The knight’s armor that had surrounded the shore had given her some space, the implication was obvious, but the girl who had just left was nowhere to be seen. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Although it seemed like she got nothing from exploring this wave tonight, she felt like she knew everything.
Actually, it’s not like she got nothing, as the archaeologist didn’t plan on returning the sword.
That was something capable of killing a witch!
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Tonight’s operation, apart from the female student An Lin who had been trapped in the dark from the beginning to the end, others had gained more or less.
Of course, this included the climber who had been beaten up badly.
The moon shone blood-red, and the beautifully yet eerily Prague Castle was surrounded by the Dark Forest, with an overwhelming stillness all around, even the song of the nightingale had vanished.
The Witch did not need sleep, for she no longer felt the weariness of the flesh.
Xu Shuo lay on the armchair, curiously studying the book he had confiscated.
The content presented on the book indeed related to the thoughts of the reader—he had been brainwashed by the Traveling Poet with children’s bedtime stories, so what he saw were bedtime stories.
And now, he believed that the book’s content should not be fairy tales.
When he opened the book again…
The content turned into “One Hundred Ways to Cook Ribs.”
What?
Are there really that many ways?!
Xu Shuo suddenly perked up!
However, the contents displayed in the book were also based on the viewer’s knowledge.
Since he didn’t know what “One Hundred Ways to Cook Ribs” specifically entailed, most of the content was repetitive.
It was a reflection of the “limits of his understanding” and most of it probably wouldn’t even work.
Thus, even without the ability to use the contract, the book’s power was extremely potent!
Because it could help the host organize their thoughts.
By projecting one’s thoughts from the mind onto the book, not only were others unable to see it, but one could also openly sort out their plans without worrying that complicated schemes would become entangled in their head.
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It was already so useful in its normal state, I wonder what abilities it would have once contracted…
Xu Shuo flipped through the book with interest, when suddenly he thought of something, and pulled out the “Little Flying Message” feature from the “Mentor” function in the Player’s Handbook.
[Is there a way to pick up an item that has already been contracted by someone else?]
Hong Rao’s reply came quickly.
[Contracted items are generally lifebound items of their hosts, bound to their spiritual consciousness.
After killing other players, there’s a chance that their items will drop, though they could also be reclaimed by the space.
Another method is to get the owner to voluntarily break the contract, turning the item into an unclaimed object that can then be picked up.
But Shuo, take it easy there.
You’re only a level two player right now, there are many challenges ahead of you, no need to rush…]
Xu Shuo didn’t continue reading the rest.
The dialogue function within the student-teacher scenario only allows three uses per side, so Hong Rao usually sends a lot of text at once, unless she really doesn’t have much to say.
After Xu Shuo recklessly entered a “Random” Script Space and was discovered by Hong Rao, they had already used the dialogue function twice during their back-and-forth tugging.
Now, with this last time used up, the winged “Little Flying Message” feature turned grey and became unusable.
Xu Shuo sighed in relief.
He looked at the book in his hands and was surprised—so this is a lifebound item?
Xu Shuo first learned about lifebound items from Luo Kai, and that was the Patterned Han Sword inlaid with a ruby.
During the time in the mountain village copy and the subway station copy, he had listened to Luo Kai bitterly complain about the Script Space—damn space even restricts lifebound weapons!
But for so long, Xu Shuo had not encountered any item that could be contracted.
He didn’t know if there were any prerequisite conditions.
He lay sideways in the spacious velvet armchair, flipping the book open and shut, then open again and shut again, realizing that as long as he controlled his own thoughts well, every time he could see different contents!
After playing with it for a while, Xu Shuo suddenly closed the book and shut his eyes.
After flipping through it too much, his spiritual power seemed a bit off…
Although the sensation was very mild, it seemed that using this item resulted in aftereffects targeting spiritual power, which suggested the impact might be even more severe after directly using its abilities.
Perhaps it would cause confusion in one’s thinking like the archaeologist.
But it did seem really useful…
Xu Shuo turned over and nestled himself inside the armchair, thought for a bit, and then casually stuffed the book under the cushion of the seat.
Items that are contracted cannot be placed into the item slot, so he just had to find a place to hide it.
Xu Shuo then closed his eyes and took a short rest.
Although witches didn’t need sleep, he felt his spiritual consciousness needed a break, especially since the daylight here entirely depended on Cerys’s whims.
The night was heavy, the red moonlight outside shone through the window, and fell on the rose vines crawling on the windowsill.
It also fell upon the deep amber violin that lay on a chair by the window.
If one looked closely, they would see the violin strings vibrating minutely in a regular pattern, as if they had a heartbeat.
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If its master did not awaken, then the night at Prague Castle would be long, silent and vacuous with not a hint of sound or life, leaving an eerie sense of emptiness and desolation.
Even a crowd that evening could not mask the chill.
The climber in the Tall Tower was entwined by countless Blood Vines, having already lost consciousness and the ability to move.
When the archaeologist silently left the subterranean space to return to his room, passing by the male teacher’s room, he hesitated before pushing the door to check inside.
But he only saw a horrifying stain of blood on the bed.
As for the female student, An Lin, she was nearly driven insane by her own endless darkness and malice.
In another room on the third floor at this time.
The Traveling Poet, looking at the electronic tablet showing no internet connection, fell into deep thought.
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