??Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Speak Frankly, No Beating Around the Bush!_1
Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Speak Frankly, No Beating Around the Bush!_1
“Go!”
Perhaps Carlos was sotis offbeat, but he was definitely not a coward.
Moreover, that guy was the one who had been tracking him.
With a flip of his hand, Tuck took out a rolled, yellowed piece of parchnt.
Carlos took it and unrolled it to look.
A nearly lifelike portrait erged on the scroll of parchnt.
And the portrait even depicted a sneaky, peering gesture.
“A moving magic portrait? How did you do it?”
Carlos raised an eyebrow and asked instinctively.
“Using the eyes to morize the person’s features, forming a fixed knowledge pathway, then linking the knowledge pathway with Spiritual Perception, injecting Origin Energy, and retracing on the parchnt.”
This series of witchcraft connections and operations involving his special abilities.
Explaining it would likely take quite a bit of ti.
In the end, all of these operations were simplified by Tuck.
“Hand-rolled!”
“Uh…”
Carlos’s brow furrowed slightly.
“What I’m asking is how you discovered this guy was tracking ?”
“You know, there were quite a few people around at that ti!”
“And I know this guy; it’s not strange at all for him to look at
a bit longer.”
Tuck paused for a mont, then slowly said, “Have you ever heard of divination?”
“Divination? How co I didn’t know you had that ability?”
“As a wizard, knowing a bit of divination skills is reasonable, right?”
“What you’re saying makes sense, but I don’t believe it one bit!”
“Believe it or not, just rember…”
Tuck warned in a low voice.
“Be careful. If they discover you, run fast. They are not to be trifled with!”
“Understood!”
Carlos nodded slightly.
Carlos’s level had also reached Level 16.
Moreover, he still had the life-saving trump card his sister had given him.
In the High Tower Area, it was difficult to get into trouble.
“Additionally… my sister wants to see you. That’s also why I ca looking for you.”
After saying that, Carlos handed a small slip of paper to Tuck.
Having done all this, Carlos left quietly.
The location of the one who had a bit of an intersection with him and was tailing him, he had glanced at while circling to find Tuck earlier.
Now that he knew the other party harbored ill intentions, he naturally had a way to track them.
After Carlos had left, Tuck was just about to continue with [Super Growth] for a while.
“You can do divination?”
Next to him, Armanti peeked over.
Joy seed to be spilling out of her face.
Tuck sighed. It seed his peaceful ti for Rapid Growth in the near future was out of the question.
“How about it?”
Instead of answering, Tuck steadied himself with a statent.
This question seed to open the floodgates of Armanti’s channel to share her happiness.
Armanti cheerfully began her tale from the beginning of the baptism… until a miracle happened and it was over.
“A miracle?”
“Yes, it was a miracle!”
“Thank the Goddess of Fortune!” Armanti’s smile was especially radiant.
“Today is truly a lucky day.”
“Indeed, it’s a lucky day.”
Tuck nodded, then asked in a low voice.
“You can, like Teacher Aubrey, possess the Undead Crow, right?”
“That’s not called possession, that’s called Undead Projection.” Armanti corrected.
“Yes, Undead Projection, can you do it?”
“I can, but mine is not the Undead Crow, it’s ‘Undead Dragonfly’.”
As she spoke, Armanti raised her hand, and the Undead Grey Fog gathered, dispersing afterwards.
A figure resembling those larger black dragonflies that Tuck rembered, imbued with the aura of death, the Undead Dragonfly, appeared.
“I didn’t even know there were such things in the world of the undead.”
After observing for a while, Tuck sighed lightly.
“Most of the Transcendents only know about undead skeletons and other skeletal beings.”
“In reality, the world of the undead has a variety of small undead creatures.”
“Once, I borrowed Teacher Aubrey’s High Tower to project my soul onto an Undead Dragonfly in the ‘Lost Domain of the Dead,’ and I even flew onto a gigantic Bone Dragon that hardly cared about my presence.”
“Sotis, small creatures can play a big role, since no one pays attention to them, right?”
“Moreover, undead small creatures often appear above Ramore.”
“You just haven’t been paying attention.”
As Armanti’s delicate fingers danced, the Undead Dragonfly mimicked the action of skimming the water’s surface.
Tuck had not expected Armanti to possess such a magical ability.
“Could this little one help
keep an eye out when I go out later?”
With that, Tuck took out a piece of Magic Portrait parchnt.
“This person? What about her?”
Armanti asked, puzzled.
“She is one of my suspected special targets, and a significant node for our next adventure journey.”
“Hmm!” Armanti nodded earnestly.
As it involved an adventure, it was her unquestionable responsibility.
Just then, the Origin Energy Baptism Pool had officially ended.
The entering Guard, upon seeing the undead creature summoned by Armanti, clamored at once.
“Hey… this is the Baptism Pool, not a place for you necromancers to summon the undead.”
Armanti gave the Guard a fierce look and dispelled the Undead Dragonfly, carefully storing away the Magic Portrait parchnt Tuck had given her.
By this ti, many of the baptizees were gradually standing up.
The Guards were beginning a thorough check of the entire Baptism Pool.
As Armanti had said earlier.
The checks at the Origin Energy Baptism Pool were indeed very strict now.
People were leaving the Origin Energy Baptism Pool one after another.
Carlos blended into the crowd and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Armanti also laughed and chatted with her sisters, discussing their experiences during this baptism.
However, the Undead Dragonflies that had already flown out showed that she was also fulfilling the task given to her by Tuck.
When nearly everyone else had left,
Tuck felt around for the note.
A mont later, he alone descended the High Tower’s stairway step by step.
Hilor’s warm invitation was, of course, sothing Tuck intended to accept!
……
The blood-red light perated the room.
A “Clockwork Cat Puppet” that was almost indistinguishable from a real cat lay on the cushion of the sofa’s backrest, snoring loudly, with a rumbling noise coming from its stomach.
But the Clockwork Cat Puppet gave Tuck the feeling—it was dangerous!
Apart from the Clockwork Cat Puppet, a “chanical Hunting Dog,” a very rare chanical Life form, was outside the glass window, gnawing on a black chunk of ore with crunching sounds.
Hilor kept it as a pet, a very cutting-edge subject in the research of Transcendent sciences.
Tuck had just seen so content about the study of a small number of chanical Life forms in the Steam Daily Newspaper.
And at this mont, Hilor was sitting opposite Tuck.
Just quietly looking at him.
“You’re even younger than I imagined— to be precise, you’re still a child.”
Hilor began to speak lightly, his tone revealing no strong emotion.
“Not young at all. In fact, so have beco emperors at my age,” Tuck replied smoothly.
In his youthful voice, the gravity of his tone made Hilor not dare to underestimate the person in front of him—the Tomb Raider of the Demon King’s Tomb!
“How did you do it?”
“Luck would have it.”
Hilor didn’t quite believe it, but according to Carlos’s account, the opening of the Demon King’s Sealing Door indeed seed to have an elent of luck involved.
“Then… what is your purpose?” Hilor asked the crucial question.
Tuck pondered for a long ti before replying.
“Didn’t Carlos tell you?”
“What?” Hilor’s brow furrowed slightly.
“About the very important matter of
becoming his brother-in-law—Carlos didn’t ntion it to you?”
Tuck said unflinchingly, with an air of candor.
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