NOVPUBChapter 103: 103
Chapter 103: 103
Undead Tower.
A common room near the top level, braced by the framework of the Magic Cottage’s attributes.
The window, like an oil painting in an art exhibition.
Only, the oil colors filling it were more than 95% dense darkness.
And that dense darkness, with twisting, swirling motions, flowed slowly.
Beyond that, everything inside the cottage was relatively normal.
In the small fireplace, flames rose, providing the cottage with adequate heat.
Tuck, who was on the meditation wool blanket, had just completed a small ritual for the Great Barrier.
The object of worship for the ritual was still the Iron-coupled wall.
Although Tuck could delve into the Silver Holy Barrier’s level, and even touch upon a certain “Crystal Source Initial Wall,”
Just as the Silver Holy Barrier was quite suitable for the offspring of the Evil God “Wendell Francis,”
The Iron-coupled wall was also currently the most suitable for Tuck.
The right thing is the best thing.
Having completed the ritual worship, Tuck packed away the small wooden altar.
This method of using small wooden planks to fix ritual materials, ready to be taken out at a moment’s notice, was both simple and fast.
How devout Tuck was, he didn’t know, but it sure was convenient.
Glancing at the sealed window not far away,
Tuck withdrew his gaze and pulled out a small pot of black horn cattle soup that had been simmering in the fireplace for some time.
He began to enjoy it.
Yes!
Tuck was being protected.
Not just Tuck.
This time, within Ramore Tower, all Transcendents who had entered the Demon King’s Tomb,
Were being protected.
Today was Tuck’s third day since coming out.
Yet there was still no sign of him being allowed to leave.
Luckily, though the Magic Cottage’s sanctuary attributes were strong,
The Barrier attributes were not too formidable.
Even without Phase Transition, Tuck could still tear through the Magic Cottage’s Barrier and escape.
Otherwise, Tuck really thought he was being put under house arrest.
The Steam Core, containing the Angel Sequence Attributes, had been fully absorbed by Tuck,
But there was no sign of a Steam Talent, let alone the imagined steam transformation that would officially make him a Steam Wizard.
Instead, the Steam Core lay dormant within his own Wizard Sequence, with little activity.
If it weren’t for Tuck sensing through Precision and Insight that the Steam Angel Core was still continuously permeating his Wizard Tree,
Tuck might have thought the Steam Core he absorbed was a fake.
“Is it because I absorbed part of the Angel Sequence, causing the Steam Core to need more time to adapt?”
“After all, the volume of my Steam Core is also much larger than that of other Steam Cores.”
This was Tuck’s approximate direction of reasoning.
The Steam Core had not erupted, had not transformed into a Steam Wizard,
And Tuck didn’t dare to rashly advance his Level or be the first to ascend to the Second Rank.
Leaving aside whether Tuck could complete the Second Rank ascension with the Steam Core stuck there,
To step back a bit,
Could Tuck’s current wizard ecology truly withstand the impact of two Leader-Level and one Semi-Lord-Level substances?
After all, Tuck hadn’t had the time to smelt the Leader-Level core materials.
No matter how it’s said, Tuck would need to thoroughly smelt those Leader-Level materials before consuming and advancing.
It was only after the Steam Core erupted and he became a Steam Wizard,
That he would process the materials and then complete the advancement.
Only then would it be stable and safe.
After enjoying his meal,
Tuck was musing whether to bring out that old Origin Energy Steam Engine and attempt alchemy on the Leader-Level materials when,
Tuck looked towards the door; Mr. Aubrey was coming.
Before long,
“Squeak!” A sound,
The ordinary-looking wall transformed into a door and was pushed open.
Dressed in the black robes of the Necromancer, with a demeanor cold and somber, Mr. Aubrey walked in.
“Teacher Aubrey!” Tuck stood up to greet him.
Glancing meaningfully at Tuck, Aubrey then slowly began to speak. 𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂
“Sit down!”
After taking a seat for a moment,
Aubrey’s somewhat hoarse voice slowly rose, “Ramore’s forces are withdrawing.”
That simple sentence had already pronounced Ramore’s death sentence.
Although he had known about this situation for a while now,
Hearing that the Transcendent ecology that had nurtured and sheltered him was heading toward destruction,
A flicker of inexplicable palpitations still crossed Tuck’s heart.
“But the Dark Sun Church won’t let us withdraw safely,”
Tuck said in a low voice.
“Indeed!”
Mr. Aubrey’s indifferent voice was devoid of emotion.
“So, we used Ramore and made a deal with them.”
Use Ramore for a trade?
Tuck’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Do you think we should have defended Ramore to the last drop of blood?”
Mr. Aubrey looked at Tuck and asked.
Tuck didn’t respond.
Mr. Aubrey took a deep breath, and his tone softened slightly.
“Child, this is the cruel reality.”
“There aren’t that many beautiful stories, and no one will come to save Ramore.”
“Even more so, if you understood deeper, you would realize just how cold the reality that Ramore faces is.”
Tuck’s eyes narrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, “Was it the second day after the Demon King’s Tomb ended, when those originally promised to provide some protection to Ramore, the strong from other powers, ran away?”
“Heh heh…”
Mr. Aubrey chuckled coldly.
“You think too highly of them.”
“They didn’t even bother waiting until the next day… They ran away on the very same day.”
Tuck took a deep breath.
“They are too…”
For a moment, Tuck even struggled to find the right words to describe this damned, icy cold reality.
“But… this is the reality of the Transcendent World.”
“Actually, this is already a very good situation.”
“The appearance of the light gave Ramore some time.”
The Necromancer, Mr. Aubrey, slowly raised his head and looked at Tuck.
“And this time, the excursion to the Demon King’s Tomb that you led the team on, has garnered quite a wealth of the Demon King Sequence Features for our Ramore.”
“It provided Ramore with more capital for negotiation and trade.”
“And you… as an important contributor to this expedition to the Demon King’s Tomb, of course, your reward will not be lacking.”
“Tomorrow, you need to pay a visit to Count Ramore.”
“Remember, Count Ramore is a very powerful wizard.”
“Follow all of Count Ramore’s arrangements, understand?”
“Understood!”
Tuck nodded earnestly.
“After meeting Count Ramore, you will also have to leave Ramore and be careful out there in the outside world.”
“Those with black hearts, they will shatter the bones of foreigners, wringing them dry of their last drop of worth.”
“I believe you can adapt to the outside world, but still, be cautious.”
“The forced departure of all of you.”
“In the end, it’s because our strength in Ramore is too weak.”
“Having transcendents die to protect Ramore doesn’t make much sense.”
“Allowing them to leave Ramore alive was the correct choice.”
“After all, only by living is there hope, and when you’re dead, there’s nothing left.”
“The trade with the Dark Sun Church might not be reliable.”
“But we have other plans as well.”
Tuck’s brow lifted slightly.
Even in such a desperate situation.
This so-called trade was still full of deceit and treachery.
But, that’s reality.
“Currently, quite a few Transcendents with talent from Ramore have been sent away in secret.”
Mr. Aubrey spoke in a gentle voice.
“Their destination is St. Land.”
“And that will also be your next stop.”
“In St. Land, how far you go will depend on yourselves.”
Tuck’s heart trembled slightly.
“What about you seniors?”
“Us?”
Mr. Aubrey smiled, looking out the window at the twisted darkness that seemed like an ink painting, deep and oppressive.
“We won’t run; you can only escape because we do not.”
“Ramore needs someone to stand the final watch.”
“A few of us in Ramore will use our Sequence to construct the Sequence Tree and build the Steam Ecology.”
“Whether it be the apprentices in the High Tower or the Transcendents in the various regions below.”
“The Sequence inherited within you all is our continuation and also the continuation of Ramore’s ecology.”
“Our bloodline may be severed, but the [Sequence] will live on!”
“If I do get a chance to escape, perhaps I’ll first travel around the world, I’ve always liked taking boat trips in my early years.”
“After that, I will settle near the Star Sea Border Island for a while; they say the waves, beaches, and sunsets there are beautiful.”
“The indigenous residents there despise necromancers; I hope they won’t drive me away.”
“Later… I’ll return to my hometown for a look.”
“Uh… my hometown was submerged by the Dark Sun long ago, and my memories of it have become somewhat unclear…”
Mr. Aubrey delineated in a low voice.
Tuck stood silently, standing still, committing every word spoken by the Necromancer Mr. Aubrey to memory.
