Chapter 152: Black Prison and Burial

Inside the pitch-black prison cart, not even the sound of voices from outside could be heard; one could only make rough judgments through the shaking.

"Lord Luge, as a Bloodline Wizard, besides bloodline research, do you have any other things you yearn for, or wishes?" Green, who had been silent for a good while, suddenly spoke.

"Wishes, similar to your traveling the world?" Luge, his train of thought interrupted by the question, responded subconsciously.

"Roughly," Green said, "it could also be some more detailed things."

"Wishes, huh, wishes. There are two, I suppose. Or maybe it's one. The first is to go to the legendary true Surface, stand under the true sunlight, maybe even take a nap. I also want to figure out why this world is the way it is. Don't know if your Knowledge Sanctuary has any records on that. As for the other one, it's to become the world's one and only, most powerful Wizard..." Luge muttered with a pout.

He could feel that foot on his face; upon hearing his words, it seemed to tremble slightly, though not very obviously.

However, Green fell into silence once again after that.

Situated in the soundless darkness, time seemed to pass especially slowly. After going up the slope, the jolting lessened, and the rare jolts became regular. The previous violent shaking instead became a sort of decent reward; at least that way one could still feel the passage of time more clearly.

This prison cart seemed designed with a tendency to not let prisoners be comfortable; much thought had been put into it. For instance, even after adapting for such a long time, Luge could only vaguely see the illusory shadows of Green's two hands spread open, bracing against the two sides of the cart. Logically, his Kobold eyes should have been able to see more clearly.

Unknown how much time passed, the prison cart began to decelerate.

But it still did not stop for a long time.

Luge looked at Green's hazy figure in the darkness; he sensed the other party did not have much panic.

"You don't seem to have much panic." Green spoke the words Luge was thinking in his heart.

Luge smiled and said, "I'm more curious why you don't reveal your Seeker identity. The Knowledge Sanctuary surely wouldn't be thrown into the Black Prison."

"A correction: I am an Apprentice Seeker. Also, the Seeker title isn't as useful as Lord Luge thinks. If I die here, the Knowledge Sanctuary won't necessarily mobilize a full investigation. After all, some Seekers die every year," Green said. "Second, I think the Black Prison might be a good destination. I can go see it for myself; there might be gains."

Listening, Luge found the first half somewhat unbelievable, but the second half made him want to give a thumbs up. Pity his fingers weren't very nimble yet.

"You and Mr. Lun Se both have some misunderstandings about Seekers. Actually, many people who haven't joined a Top-tier Wizard Organization under the Supreme Council have some misunderstandings," Green said. "A Seeker's duty is to seek spells. For example, my Mentor — I mentioned him before — he wanted to collect a unique spell from a Black Wizard's hands. He worked hard pursuing it for years. When he was about to succeed, he even secretly fought a Sanction Wizard who came to deal with the Black Wizard. We are not righteous, nor are we evil. We merely pursue spells scattered across the world."

"Sanction Wizard..." Luge murmured.

This title left a fresh memory. That person merely revealed his identity and scared a newly promoted One-ring Wizard into fleeing. He just whistled once, and controlled the other's eyes to glaze over, twisting off his own head. Even dead, he still bowed in gratitude.

Hearing Luge mutter softly, Green seemed to think he didn't understand, and continued: "Sanction Wizards belong to the Sanction Court. Like the Knowledge Sanctuary, it is also a Wizard Organization under the Supreme Council. You may not have encountered them. Believe me, not seeing them is the best. The appearance of a Sanction Wizard represents that a bad thing, discovered or undiscovered by you, has occurred beside you."

Luge truly wished he hadn't seen one, or that that guy could have appeared a bit earlier. Of course, if that were the case, the Old Drunkard wouldn't have been able to become an Official Wizard that day. He might really have slowly died of old age.

The prison cart shook violently, then accelerated again.

Luge was instantly shaken dizzy and disoriented; the toes on his face applied force once more.

The violent shaking didn't last long. The prison cart gave a violent shudder and stopped. Luge and Green tumbled into a heap.

For an airtight prison cart, if it were an ordinary person, they might have already suffocated and fainted before the shaking even started.

The instant the prison cart was opened, the Blood Shackles on Luge's body, which had been gradually loosening, tightened once more. This time Green was no exception either; both turned into dead dogs dragged on the ground.

Luge was flipped over and caught a glimpse of Green. Even while being dragged on the ground, this guy still maintained a smile.

The two were dragged through one narrow pass after another, arriving at a not-too-tall black tower.

Entering the tower and going downward, the surrounding environment grew increasingly gloomy.

Luge was somewhat annoyed. Along this whole dragging journey, he couldn't avoid taking a few kicks every few steps. Green kept pacifying him not to act impulsively.

Meanwhile, Green's side was completely untouched.

Normally this wouldn't happen. Luge knew it was because his own appearance was too eye-catching, causing these Blood Race guys to be unable to divert their attention, resulting in excessive politeness toward Green.

The so-called Black Prison finally appeared before his eyes.

Greatly exceeding Luge's expectations, there were not cells one by one, but a pitch-black cave entrance on the ground.

A cone-like thing was slowly rising under the urging of an incantation.

"To be able to be buried in the Black Prison — this is your glory, you rude fellows from Burning Blood City." A Blood Race member said, waving a hand lightly.

Luge only felt his body lighten, and then he was thrown into that cave entrance.

He began falling continuously. Green was right beside him, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of the descent.

The cave entrance was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom; the further they fell, the more spacious it became.

Can't we dig a tunnel to escape? Luge thought.

"Legend says this is the fall site of that Ancestor of the Blood Fortress. This pit is the trace from that day. The surrounding land was all soaked by that Ancestor's blood. Wanting to dig open an escape is impossible..." Green seemed to have seen through Luge's thoughts. "The people they throw into the Black Prison also follow tradition. It counts as a sacrifice to the Ancestor, helping the Ancestor resurrect."

The two were still falling continuously.

Luge calmly observed the surrounding environment. Just as he was about to try casting a spell, Green cast Light Body Technique on him.

"At least it can let us not be smashed to death." Green said.

Luge directly cast a Light Spell at his fingertip.

A tiny light sphere illuminated the surroundings.

They tacitly looked toward the gradually widening vertical cave walls around them. The two kicked each other, swinging themselves toward the cave walls. With Light Body Technique on them, they occasionally touched the uneven parts of the cave walls to make their descent slower. At the same time, the blood-colored patterns on the cave walls also exceptionally attracted their gazes. Most of the cave walls were like crystal, clear and transparent. The non-transparent parts also had mysterious blood-colored wave vertical patterns, even more eye-catching.

Those dizzying, mesmerizing wave vertical patterns looked like a kind of script, but not complete enough.

(Chapter End)