Chapter 346: Chapter 62: Remains of the Nightmare Lord
It must be said, Ulysses’s words made a lot of sense, this place was the Tower of Truth, the dwelling of the Truth Wizards. Even the Dreamwalker Club at its boldest would only dare to provoke a Nightmare Lord.
But just a re Nightmare Lord, daring to cause trouble at the Tower of Truth? Do they really think the Tower of Truth is rely a residential layer?
With newfound confidence, Richard landed on the ground. He pulled out the Mithril Magic Wand from his pocket, and then bestowed upon himself two layers of Spiritual Protection.
This wasn’t the Nightmare World, the Nightmare World’s ability to turn falsehood into reality shouldn’t appear here, so Richard focused the protection on the spiritual level.
The kind of unreasonable dream-infiltrating power of the Nightmare Red mist was known as the killer of all below the Great Wizards. If one couldn’t see through the Nightmare’s disguise, even a Wizard of the Three Rings would die in the nightmare.
Richard stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.
Ding-ding-ding…
A jarring doorbell sound emanated from within the Wizard Tower.
Richard frowned slightly, the doorbell sound seed rely noisy at first listen. But if one listened carefully, one would discover many subtle wails hidden within the sound.
For a wizard with sensitive hearing, this sound was almost like coming straight from Hell, sending chills down one’s spine.
Richard waited for a mont, but there was no sign of any wizard coming out from the tower.
“Could it be that they’re not in today?” Richard guessed.
Just as Richard was about to leave, the great door of the Wizard Tower suddenly opened.
A wizard with a withered face, akin to a dried corpse, walked out from the Wizard Tower.
Looking at this wizard, Richard inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. He searched his mory, and quickly matched the sowhat terrifying face before him with a face from his mory.
Richard was horrified to discover that this wizard, looking like a dried corpse, was supposed to be the chairman of the Dreamwalker Club.
When Richard had t him years ago, he was a Second Ring Wizard full of vigor, holding boundless hope for the future.
But the wizard now before him, not only had a withered complexion, but his eyes were also dull and lifeless, as if he had suffered long tornt and completely lost hope for life.
“Who are you looking for?” the chairman asked sowhat dully.
His voice was very hoarse and raspy, much like two stones grinding against each other.
“I’m looking for you, Mr. Chairman,” Richard responded calmly, “We t once over two hundred years ago in the Nightmare World, not sure if you still rember.”
The chairman looked at Richard with a sowhat vacant gaze, seemingly trying to mobilize his stiff brain.
Suddenly, the chairman’s expression beca excited.
“I rember! I rember!! I rember you, Master!”
The once lifeless expression of the chairman suddenly beca animated. He hurriedly opened the gate of the courtyard and ushered Richard inside.
Seeing the chairman’s drastic change in attitude, Richard knew the chairman must see him as the last straw for his salvation.
The problem he was now mired in was clearly related to the Nightmare Wizard World. And to his eyes, Richard was precisely the wizard studying the Nightmare World.
This identity naturally made him pin all his hopes on Richard.
“Mr. Chairman, I think it’s better to ask clearly before I proceed into your Wizard Tower.”
Richard looked at the chairman, his expression suddenly turned stern.
“What exactly did you provoke, to make your Wizard Tower seem as if it were dragged out of the Nightmare World?”
The chairman’s body stiffened for a mont, and then he awkwardly smiled.
“It seems the Master has already noticed.”
“It’s hard not to notice,” Richard replied flatly.
The smile on the chairman’s face gradually faded, replaced by indescribable remorse.
“Master, you must have visited the residence of that Nightmare Knight back then.”
Upon hearing this, Richard already had so guesses.
The Dreamwalker Club’s problem probably had sothing to do with the object that a Wizard of the Three Rings took from the residence of the Nightmare Knight Amade.
“I did,” Richard nodded, then retorted, “What exactly did that Three Rings Master take to make you all turn into this sorry state?”
A bitter smile appeared on the chairman’s face: “Master is indeed perceptive, guessing it right away.
Master Farret took out a piece of a Nightmare Lord’s body.”
Hearing this answer, Richard was first startled, then overco with a surge of ecstasy.
The flesh of a Nightmare Lord, and it was causing such a big commotion.
This was certainly a pri material for refinent!
However, this joy was not sothing Richard showed outwardly.
If he showed his happiness now, he would have to settle for less when asking for his reward later.
So, Richard deliberately made his face look very unpleasant and said in a low voice:
“Let’s go inside and talk.”
Upon hearing this, the chairman imdiately stepped aside, then quickly went to the door of the Wizard Tower and opened it for Richard.
The two entered the Wizard Tower.
As soon as the great door of the Wizard Tower closed, an unexplainable eerie atmosphere instantly filled the place. Under the influence of this bizarre atmosphere, it seed as if every corner of the Wizard Tower hid a pair of eyes, each shadow cloaked a monster.
The sitting room of the Wizard Tower seed to have not been cleaned for a long ti, cobwebs and dust were everywhere.
Richard waved his hand, and a faint breeze carrying wails swept the dust in the hall clean.
Noticing the change in the spell, Richard’s face grew even darker.
The two sat down, and with a wry smile, the Minister recounted to Richard what had happened after his escape.
“After you left, Master,” the Minister said, “Master Farret and Amade fought a great battle. In the end, Master Farret, with the body of the Nightmare Lord, successfully withdrew from Amade’s territory.
After leaving the territory, the Master found a secluded corner in the Nightmare World, claiming he wanted to conduct an experint.
We, as Second Ring Wizards, also naturally didn’t dare to disturb him and soon left the Nightmare World due to the limitations of our spells.
But ten years later, when we entered the Nightmare World again, we found a crystal ball at the place we had left.
The crystal ball recorded a ssage, instructing us to co to this Wizard Tower to handle so matters. The signature at the end of the ssage was Master Farret’s.”
“So you ca here?” Richard asked, frowning, “Without any caution?”
With a bitter smile, the Minister shook his head and continued, “At that ti, this Wizard Tower had not reached its current state.
So when we arrived, we didn’t find anything strange.
But as we followed the instructions in the ssage and ca to the basent, we then realized that sothing was wrong.
In the basent, Master Farret had sealed his own body inside a coffin, and there was an additional layer of sealing on the outside of the coffin.
The ssage from Master Farret included a construction diagram of a magic array. He instructed us to draw the magic array in the basent according to the diagram, and then to activate it.
Just complete these two tasks, and he would be greatly thankful in the future.
But the problem was with this magic array.”
The Minister led Richard to the entrance of the basent. At the entrance to the underground chamber, an intense Nightmare Power almost caused Richard to hallucinate.
Richard’s face changed slightly, and he applied a few more layers of spiritual protection to himself before following the Minister into the basent.
The deeper they went, the denser the Nightmare Power beca.
In the Material World, the Power of Nightmare seed very ethereal, wispy and ghostlike.
Arriving in the basent, Richard imdiately noticed the coffin the Minister had ntioned.
It was a black stone coffin, with countless runes swirling non-stop on its surface, and beneath it, a clearly damaged magic array was continuously drawing the Power of Nightmare from within the coffin.
“When we were setting up Master Farret’s array, we made a mistake with one rune, which led to a big problem as soon as the array started to operate. An unknown force, which we also weren’t aware of, instantly engulfed us and this Wizard Tower.
If it weren’t for the protections on Master Farret’s Wizard Tower, even the surrounding Wizard Towers would not be spared.
Having been swallowed by that force, it was as if we were cursed; whenever we began ditation or rest, we would fall into a terrifying nightmare.
It’s been over two hundred years, and I have not ditated or rested once.”
Hearing this, Richard couldn’t help feeling a chill. No wonder so wizards would go mad without rest for over two hundred years.
The Minister looked at Richard with a pleading gaze.
“Master, I know you have extensive research on the Nightmare World; please, you must help us. As long as you can free us from this curse, all our possessions shall be yours.”
Ulysses’s voice also tily resonated in Richard’s ear.
“He’s been tainted by the rules of nightmare, as if subjected to a rule attack. This fool is thinking of it as a curse, how could that possibly solve anything.”
Richard kept his composure and conversed via spiritual ssage with Ulysses: “Can healing techniques cure it?”
“They can.”
Richard made up his mind and then, frowning, said to the Minister, “Minister, your problem is a bit tricky to handle.”
“Tricky?” The Minister’s spirits lifted, as ‘tricky’ ant it was possible, just that the price wasn’t high enough.
“Simply state your terms, Master. As long as you can remove this curse, we will gather whatever you need, even if it ans selling all we have.”
Richard shook his head, “There’s no need for that, but you will indeed have to pay a price. I need all your research on the Nightmare World, as well as the ritual magic to enter the Nightmare World.
As for other things…”
Richard looked the Minister up and down from head to toe before sighing.
“Keep the rest of your things.”
Not a single piece of Magic Equipnt on the Minister was of any significance, and his financial strength seed lacking. Richard honestly wasn’t interested in the Minister’s scanty possessions.
“That’s it?” the Minister asked, surprised.
“That’s it, but you had better think of a good explanation because I’m going to unseal this stone coffin.”
Richard’s gaze shifted toward the sealed coffin.
“Ulysses, do you think the Three Rings Wizard inside is still alive?”
Ulysses said teasingly, “Do you hope he’s alive or dead?”
Richard glanced at him, “Be serious. If he’s still alive, I’ll give him a hand.
I suppose this wizard would be willing to exchange his research for his life.”
“Ha, because of these fools’ misoperations, the wizard inside is probably now a monster, half made of nightmare, half of flesh. If you don’t deal with what’s in the coffin, this house is going to beco a junction between the Dream Dinsion and the Material World.
Of course, for you, it just ans finding a few Three Rings Wizards to seal it.”
Richard frowned slightly, “So you’re saying that whatever’s inside the coffin could pose a danger to the Tower of Truth?”
“Indeed.”
Richard nodded, his expression becoming serious all of a sudden.
As a recipient of the Wizard World’s Second-Level Honor Badge, it was his duty to resolve this potential trouble for the Tower of Truth.
Yes, that’s right; he certainly wasn’t tempted by the Nightmare Rules within the coffin.
Absolutely not!
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