Chapter 150: Demon and Blood Race

Deep night.

Luge abruptly opened his eyes, pulling out of his meditation state, his ears involuntarily trembling twice.

It seemed some sounds had come from next door just now.

He pursed his lips and continued his meditation; it was probably because Lord Green had drunk too much wine at dinner, Old Lun Se seemed to be in a good mood today, and had brought out his treasured fine wine at dinner as well.

Before he knew it, five days had passed since he came here, and Luge was about to master a new rune.

Back when he was in the Lower Realm, he could only learn limited information through his diary and the Wizard Apprentices he came into contact with; with only a partial understanding, he secretly compared his progress speed with those guys, never sure what speed counted as genius, after all they all claimed to be geniuses. In the end, it was only through his conversation with Dasuo Ya Fanxing that he learned the Upper Realm's environment helps with cultivating meditation methods. Now experiencing it himself, comparing with them in the Lower Realm's environment before was rash of him.

Luge believed that with the help of the Magic Mark Meditation Method, even if he wasn't one of those rare top-tier geniuses in a major Wizard Organization, he was definitely first-rate.

Another night of meditation.

When dawn was near, he only dozed briefly.

The Dragonborn Kobold's body, plus a Wizard Apprentice's spiritual power, let him squander freely, completely unafraid of working himself to death.

Upon waking, it just so happened that the black-clothed youth came to deliver breakfast.

"My Lord, please enjoy your meal." The black-clothed youth finished speaking and turned to leave.

"It looks delicious," Luge said, "Is my uncle still in the room?"

"Lord Lun Se left with the teacher early this morning."

The black-clothed youth finished speaking, seemed to let out a long breath, twisted his head and prepared to leave.

"You don't seem to welcome me?" Luge suddenly said with mischievous interest.

The black-clothed Blood Race youth halted again, letting out a long sigh without any concealment, turning to face Luge who was sitting at the table and had just speared a meatball.

"It's not what you think, My Lord. I've always wanted to live in Burning Blood City," the black-clothed youth said, "Mr. Lun Se promised me before that he would consider me when he needed an Apprentice, and I also said I could accept having a Suppression Array inscribed on my body, but obviously, I had no chance."

"Thanks for the breakfast, it really is delicious, but inscribing that kind of thing isn't good for you, right? Why still go there?" Luge speared another meatball, dipped it in some broth, and asked curiously.

"To learn more Potion Studies knowledge, see more things, and also to see a friend I haven't seen in many years..." the black-clothed youth said.

Suddenly, a commotion came from outside.

There were chaotic beast hoofbeats, and low barking.

Luge lowered his head and speared twice in succession, then speared a dark brown dried fruit.

Looks like Old Lun Se had a good harvest today, he thought.

He looked up again, but saw the fair-faced black-clothed youth now wearing an expression of shock.

Creak! The small bedroom door slowly opened.

Green walked out smiling.

"Oh? So Lord Green hasn't gone out today." Luge hurriedly put a plate of vegetable rolls that hadn't been touched, didn't look too appetizing, and he didn't recognize, onto the empty spot on the dining table.

Green smiled, sat down at the dining table, took out his utensils, speared a vegetable roll while looking toward the door outside.

At this moment the house door wasn't open; they could only listen to the noisy sounds outside through a door.

Luge quickly cleared the plate in front of him.

Some Underground Beasts are also main materials for refining potions; for example, Old Lun Se raises a few small ones, periodically taking some blood, even fingernails and feces from special feeding, to refine corresponding potions.

Luge wanted to go out and see what the goods he would transport next looked like.

The noisy sounds grew louder, and the black-clothed youth's complexion grew increasingly ugly.

Luge was just about to rise when a hand reached over from beside him, pressing on his shoulder — it was Green, frowning while eating a vegetable roll.

Seeing him look over, Green just smiled.

Boom!

The entire door turned into debris.

Luge reached out to block a flying piece of debris, focusing his gaze toward the doorway.

A group of people wearing exquisite blood-colored armor rushed in.

The leader was tall, eyes glaring round, scanning a circle before finally fixing his gaze on Luge.

The not-large living room instantly became crowded, the atmosphere gradually growing heavy, the air seemingly not circulating.

Green lightly patted Luge's shoulder with one hand, and with the other sent the last vegetable roll into his mouth.

Also at this moment, a person leading an Underground Beast only calf-high squeezed in, and even the tall leader made way for him.

The small beast bared its teeth hideously, nostrils pointing skyward; after entering it sniffed its way to the dining table area.

"My Lord, these two outsiders both carry a Demon's aura." The person leading the small beast turned and said.

The tall leader's eyes widened even more.

"My Lord, they..." the black-clothed youth at the side was already sweating profusely with anxiety in just this moment.

The tall leader glared at him: "Are you an accomplice of these two outsiders?"

The black-clothed youth immediately dared not speak further.

"Last night, someone broke into the Lord's Castle and did something unforgivable," that man said, pressing his gaze on the black-clothed youth, then turning his head, "Outsiders, don't attempt to resist."

"Take them away!"

The tall leader ordered directly.

Luge's expression changed repeatedly, and light pressure came to his shoulder again.

"The Blood Race could contend with Burning Blood City for years because there are Official Wizards..." Green's voice rang in Luge's ear.

Luge's expression change was still seen by that tall leader, who saw that Knight-like dressed person actually suddenly raise a hand and point.

Luge, just about to rise, instantly froze, as if shackled.

"It's a Zero-Circle Spell, Blood Shackles, pity it was already collected by the Holy Hall long ago..." Green was looking at Luge, soothing him with his eyes, while his voice rang in his ear again.

"Don't struggle," Green said, "Struggling forcefully under Blood Shackles will injure yourself; the more powerful a Zero-Circle Spell's effect, the shorter its duration usually is. Spells generally follow this principle, and Blood Shackles is no exception."

Luge noticed these guys' eyes when looking at him, and their eyes when looking at Green, were completely two different looks.

Luge listened to Green's explanation of the Spell, and suddenly recalled this guy's Identity.

But that Apprentice Seeker Identity could at most protect himself, Luge thought somewhat enviously.

Yet Green still did not reveal his Identity, and several people dressed in exquisite Gorgeous Knight attire came up, lifted the Two People, and dragged them toward a completely airtight Prison Cart outside the courtyard.

Where would they be taken? The Blood Race has Official Wizards — One-ring Wizards or Second Circle and above? Could they even return alive!

Luge's head slammed hard against the inside of the Prison Cart, the Prison Cart began to speed off, and pitch darkness surrounded them.

(Chapter End)