When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1017: 361: The Pursuers of The Wild Hunt (Requesting

Chapter 1017: Chapter 361: The Pursuers of The Wild Hunt (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Watching Count Leipzig suddenly quiet down, Adolf slightly paused with his magic wand and repaired the window once again.

“…Using earth mana to cast a winter celestial spell is still a bit too forced, isn’t it.”

Adolf’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It froze so slowly… If it had been a petrification spell, Count Leipzig would have turned into stone in an instant.

The old man commanded: “Move it away, take it upstairs.”

Following his command, many undead appeared behind him, playfully acknowledging his order, and frolicked carelessly out of the old man’s sight.

At this mont, the elderly figure in a black robe suddenly looked towards a corner.

There, astride a phantom steed, Aleister, whose skin had turned noticeably paler, gradually ca into view.

Right now, she was using Beyard’s body—she was paying life force on behalf of Lily and Selene, and compared to Aleister herself, Beyard’s adult body contained much more vigorous blood qi.

Aleister exhaled a white breath sharply and curiously asked while looking at the ice sculpture surrounded by the undead, “Who is that?”

“Count Leipzig, should be quite famous. But don’t mind it.”

Adolf casually replied, examining Aleister, who appeared in Beyard’s form, with a frown.

He pushed up his glasses, stared for a long while, and half-guessing half-knowing, recognized: “Aleister?”

“It’s .”

Aleister smiled, “How co you don’t recognize just because I changed my appearance?”

“…there are so similarities, but after all, they are just flesh and vessels of the soul.”

Adolf relaxed and stubbornly said: “At least they both have black hair, green eyes. And they are both sons of the moon…”

“Sounds like you might be a bit face-blind.”

“Ha, how could that be? I have a professional rank in the Path of Beauty. Back in the day, my sketching, held considerable acclaim in the Star Antimony art circles…”

Old Adolf ntioned this with particular pride.

“Star Antimony has an art circle?” Aleister was sowhat surprised.

This was not sarcasm, but truly she had never heard of many artists from Star Antimony—perhaps the artists from the neighboring Iris Kingdom were indeed very famous.

“Actually, there are quite a few. But artists from Star Antimony are usually at the Spirit Summoning Tower.”

Adolf chuckled lightly: “Either as a ntor, a student… a corpse, or a ghost.”

The two exchanged a silent look for a while before Aleister realized that Vice Chancellor Adolf seed to be trying to crack a joke.

Adolf lightly coughed and glanced at Lily and Selene: “These two… must be what you ntioned…”

“—the Grey Celestial Marshal’s vessels of rebirth.”

Aleister beca solemn: “Please lead the way.”

“Don’t worry,” Adolf nodded, lifted his magic wand, and led Aleister mounted on the steed towards the elevator, “The teacher has already been preparing the ritual. By the ti you left, the teacher believed that you would definitely bring back the Wild Hunt King. The ritual had already started preheating when you arrived just now.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the phantom steed under Aleister, hesitating and curious: “Is this… the Wild Hunt King?”

“Yes, my na is Helquinn.”

The phantom steed under Aleister suddenly spoke human words: “But this is just the form I use to conceal my power.”

“…Helquinn!”

Adolf’s tone rose a bit: “I’ve heard your na, an elven hero!”

“Ah… well.”

Helquinn seed to want to say sothing but eventually swallowed his words back and nodded his horse’s head, silently responding: “But now, I’m just… the master’s attendant.”

“…Master?”

Adolf looked at Aleister in astonishnt.

To have a Sixth Power Level Wild Hunt King recognize soone as master?

The Wild Hunt King’s are heroic spirits who made pacts with the Great Sage, and there are no binding contracts in the world that could force a Wild Hunt King to be bound by a mortal!

Which ans, this must be a master-servant relationship willingly ford by Helquinn…

“It’s really astonishing. Miss Aleister has such great strength… and I haven’t yet seen what the Wild Hunt King actually looks like.”

Adolf, half regretful and half expectant: “I hope I will have the chance to see later.”

And Aleister finally realized the old man was in a good mood: “It’s my first ti seeing a Transcendent of the Path of Dusk clearly show such excitent and curiosity… Is it because Helquinn is a Sixth Power Level undead? I’ve heard you’ve been cultivating Sixth Power Level undead.”

“No, this is a separate matter. My interest is because of the Wild Hunt—I’m very interested in the Wild Hunt.”

Adolf’s voice slightly pitched again: “That was a night that changed my life. It can even be said, that was the beginning of my journey on the Path of Necromancy…”

As he spoke, the old man fell into the mories of the past.

The Transcendents of the Path of Dusk always like to reminisce; to them, the past is much clearer than the present:

“Our Star Antimony has fewer priests, so there are more undead in the wilderness. My father died early, and when I was in my teens I managed our family’s factory, running business outside.

“Once, in order to et a deadline… I chose to drive off as dusk approached. At normal speed, by the ti the night fully fell, I should have reached the edge of the next city. But who could have expected, we were attacked by a magical beast in the wilderness… although there were no casualties, the vehicle broke down.

“The coachman and the guards warned then, saying staying out at night we would be attacked by undead, and asked to abandon the car and run with them. But for , the carriage of printing stone plates was already overdue… I borrowed them from the Goblin Bank. If they were lost or damaged, I would have to pay a huge penalty. By then… My younger brothers and sisters wouldn’t have been able to afford school.”