Chapter 485: Chapter 150: Triple Shock! The Tomb of King Arthur! _3
"Why are you coming up with a ’perhaps’ explanation?"
Nicolas Flal was sowhat puzzled by Ian’s wording.
"I found a guy bound by chains inside... but it told
it has amnesia, so I couldn’t gather much information from it."
Ian answered honestly.
His words shocked Nicolas Flal.
"A living entity? Alive for at least a few thousand years?" Nicolas Flal’s gaze returned to the Magic Stone; he must have thought that the creature Ian encountered survived due to the power of the Magic Stone.
"It should count as still alive? I’ve placed it in the Room of Requirent, maybe you can have a look when you have ti? I’m too scared to carry it around and can’t fit it in here."
Ian pulled out his Money Bag again, and upon closer inspection, one could see stitches from a repair where it had been damaged.
The reason for this was that Ian tried to stuff the Black-robed Skeleton inside. Yet, as soon as he pressed the skeleton’s head in, the bag cracked open.
If Ian hadn’t swiftly pulled the skeleton back out, the bag––expanded after much effort to hold more than half of Hogwarts––would have been ruined.
"You even brought that ancient thing back to school..." Nicolas Flal’s wrinkled throat moved a few tis, and he couldn’t help but feel the sa doubt shared by many school professors.
So audacious, why didn’t this guy go to Gryffindor?!
"That’s one of the reasons I’m consulting you." Ian finally seized the chance, rolling up his sleeve, revealing the hidden inscription of a contract on his arm.
"This..."
Nicolas Flal leaned in for a closer look, the inscription completely different from the Ancient Tower Magic Rune made him instinctively grasp Ian’s arm.
His grip was tight, but not forceful; after all, as a six-hundred-year-old man, his body’s decline ant he couldn’t exert much strength despite any emotional surge.
"It seems to be a type of Magic Oath, similar to our Wizard’s Unbreakable Curse but more complex, intricate, and significantly stronger in binding power and effectiveness." After observing Ian’s concealed inscription for a long while, Nicolas Flal finally spoke in a raspy voice.
"Many ancient priests’ remains have similar marks, but yours differs from any sample I’ve seen, it seems more like a..."
Nicolas Flal stopped mid-sentence and didn’t continue speaking. His eyes flickered, gripping Ian’s arm tightly for quite so ti without any intention of letting go.
"Like what?"
As ten minutes passed.
Ian couldn’t resist his curiosity.
But his inquiry still went unanswered by Nicolas Flal. This super alchemist who lived over six hundred years rely touched Ian’s arm inscription carefully.
"No, in fact, I haven’t figured it out either." He released Ian’s hand, smiled with an embarrassed feeling, even scratching his head like a child.
"Huh?"
Ian never expected to wait so long for such an answer.
He looked up at Nicolas Flal’s head carefully, finding no sharp shape, feeling confused about how Nicolas Flal seed as if he was exhibiting signs of dentia.
"I’m ultimately just a mortal, living long enough, and possibly understanding less than Albus; you can’t expect
to have answers for everything."
Nicolas Flal appeared resigned, spreading his hands.
And indeed, that was the truth.
"Alright, can you at least help research this a bit?" Ian asked as he pulled out another piece of paper, his prior sketch of the mysterious contract inscription.
"Of course, no problem." Nicolas Flal didn’t take Ian’s parchnt but pushed it back, his tone showing so dissatisfaction.
"Are you doubting my mory as an alchemist?" Clearly, his point was he had morized Ian’s arm inscription accurately.
"No, no, I would never doubt your mory." Ian promptly retracted the parchnt, but heaven knows if he really had confidence in Nicolas Flal’s mory.
After all, he was more than six hundred years old...
"Don’t worry, I know what you’re worried about. From my perspective, this oath contract poses no downside to you, as you’re the dominant party in it."
Nicolas Flal, full of aning, glanced at the Little Wizard, his cloudy pupils trembling lightly, eyeing the office clock, sparking another thought in Ian.
"I also found this thing inside." To give Nicolas Flal a clearer understanding of the tower’s era, Ian pulled out the Big Ben he had packed earlier from the tower.
The Big Ben, larger than several Ians combined, appeared extrely old, making a muffled sound when placed on the ground, its pointer-less dial showing the effects of ti’s erosion.
"???????"
Nicolas Flal was once again bewildered.
What has been happening recently! Why do people keep coming to him with damaged Ti Converters? And they’re all ancient relics? Wasn’t it said all ancient Ti Converters were long confiscated and destroyed by the Mysterious Affairs Departnt?
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