Chapter 53: Recycling and Utilization

In the dim room interior, Luge's dog face was likewise stained a waxy yellow by the warm-toned crystal stones surrounding him.

"You... are you still alive?"

Seeing the other party's mood was stable, Luge only then attempted to ask aloud; after speaking, he thought it seemed he had already asked similar things several times.

"Of course, though it's not much different from being dead, unless you can give me a little bit of fresh, delicious, life-force-possessing stuff, then I could improve a bit — that is, things like your fresh blood, don't be afraid, I won't harm you, you're my good partner for getting free, if I truly harmed you I'd rather continue in this state."

The Abyssal Language teacher's dried corpse spoke on the spot, twisting and turning.

One could tell the old corpse, when speaking before, must have been accustomed to using many body movements to assist his expression, just like Dasha, except Dasha mainly supplements his own insufficient communication ability.

Luge didn't panic, because he recalled Old Gold Tooth's half-pool of bathwater; although there was still vomit in it, that was also indisputably genuine dragon blood, there shouldn't be any waste.

Recycle and reuse, it's all good goods.

Moreover in this kind of place, under this situation, it might just be life-saving medicine.

Although the bedroom space is restricted and cannot let him successfully escape, using it as a storage bag for now is still no problem; previously Half-Man's half-face was taken out and put back in.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and swept it over the tabletop, selecting a suitable cup.

Among the whole set of drinkware on the table, this cup's size should count as the last few, almost the smallest, but also the prettiest one.

"My blood is too stinky, here's something a bit better, hope you'll like it, a gift for the most dedicated teacher I've ever met."

Luge raised his wrist; by the time the cup was placed at the table corner beside the old corpse, it was already filled with Old Gold Tooth's dragon blood.

Feeling the blood's pressing breath, and that vast life force.

The old corpse didn't speak for a good while, then suddenly extended a finger into the cup; the dragon blood rapidly disappeared from the cup, a deep red luster climbing up along the old corpse's arm. Just this one small cup triggered a series of changes; the old corpse was like withered wood meeting spring, its shriveled body beginning to swell, even growing hair.

Luge suddenly felt Old Gold Tooth was truly wasteful, utilization rate simply incomparable.

Waited a good while.

A beautiful woman with a face full of fatigue blinked her eyes and appeared before him; she didn't rush to speak, but first clumsily moved her limbs, then staggered to one side and picked up a withered finger, attached the finger, then lightly stroked the ring on it and took out a red robe with gold patterns.

She opened her mouth, throat trembling, emitting a heh-ah sound; while draping the gold-red robe over herself, she smiled, and by the time she turned around, she was already able to truly speak with her mouth.

"Truly delicious, what is that? Is it dragon blood?"

The woman gracefully came before Luge, pulled open a chair and slowly sat down.

"The feeling of standing for three hundred years, really isn't great..." she said, picking up that cup again, placing it under her straight, upturned nose and lightly sniffing.

Luge saw a slender tail behind her.

"Can you say something about this place?" Luge said.

"Say what?"

The woman's eyes were bright and sparkling as she put down the cup; looking closely, her recovery wasn't good, her temples even had some shriveled cracks, her nails were rough and cracked, the newly grown dark red hair similarly sparse.

If not for that tail behind her, she would be extremely similar to a human.

"For example, how to leave here." He said.

"Don't know, still not certain, need to try."

The woman spat out a long string of words that couldn't make one happy; Luge only raised an eyebrow, suppressing himself to appear as calm as possible.

"I'll say some things I know first; firstly this is an inverted ancient castle, mostly underground, and the intelligent living beings you saw today are probably all there are here — you, me, and that annoying Old Butler Izel..." the woman said, gnashing her teeth, but chipping a tooth.

"What method do you have to persuade that Old Butler? Or other means."

Hearing her meaning, since there are only these three people here, the target and what to do are naturally self-evident.

"I speculate Old Izel is already dead; I watched him bit by bit becoming more and more abnormal, even three hundred years ago he was already dead; it's this castle's special nature, and his obsession, these are supporting him, and you..." the woman stared at Luge, "strictly speaking, this castle cannot be discovered by living beings outside, nor can they enter; Old Izel is like a ghost sleepless day and night, simply this castle's incarnation, and precisely because of this I haven't successfully escaped."

"Would he suddenly recognize I'm not that young master, and then..." Luge said.

Dong dong dong!

Knocking sound rang out.

Luge turned his head, watching the door being slowly pushed open.

"Young master, coursework time has ended, please follow me back to the room to rest."

Old Butler Izel's voice came from outside the door.

The woman silently signaled him to hurry out; he could only rise and walk toward the doorway.

This person seems extremely afraid of Old Butler.

All the way without words, silently following Old Butler back to that initial room; as the room door closed, it actually let him breathe a sigh of relief.

A room full of dust is still better than a tense standoff.

He stood at the doorway and looked around, then came to a room corner and sat down.

Although Half-Man's meaning in words — the position where the Abyss crack appears is something he also cannot control, belonging to the luck side — Luge thought of that die; actually this crack can be said to be triggered and formed by borrowing the Demon Dice's power; then coming here, would it have some relation to this prank-loving die?

That woman said the ancient castle is controlled by the sleepless Old Butler, leaving has all kinds of difficulties and uncertainties; then can one try using the Demon Dice on Old Butler? After all he doesn't need a normal path to leave; as long as when Old Butler is disturbed by the die, there can be an instant opening of a spatial door, then he can directly slip away.

He thought back and forth, had no clues.

He simply took out Kalu's diary and began to look through it, to ease his mood.

Glancing through slightly, he discovered the diary in hand was obviously not consecutive; perhaps it needs to be separated from the first volume by two to three volumes.

He looked at the diary relaxedly, but gradually sat up straight.

The diary mentions Kalu still hasn't given up the idea of becoming a Beast King Wizard; on one hand is the Beast King Wizard's advantage when promoting to Official Wizard, on the other hand is the opportunity Kalu missed back then, which seems to have become an obsession in his heart. The diary says he determined the final cultivation target: a gray-white little snake, pouring in resources accumulated over many years.

At the start Luge was just watching for excitement; after watching a while he felt something was off.

Cross-referencing details from all sides, this little snake is clearly that Gray Long Neck Saint Lord that ultimately fell into Wizard Apprentice Ba'angte's hands.

In an instant he thought of many things.

Seems there's excitement to watch, but the premise is to first return alive.

Companion magic pet became that appearance; generally speaking it means the master is already dead; normal companion magic pets won't leave the master too far. If it's like that, then what Ba'angte is doing, could it be trying to find some valuable relics of Kalu? Then what relationship do Kalu and Half-Man have? What Half-Man can do isn't something a Wizard Apprentice can do; a Wizard Apprentice naturally cannot resist.

But Kalu's diaries are all in Half-Man's hands; then other relics must also have fallen into Half-Man's hands.

Strange treasures definitely count as valuable, right? Luge thought of his way of appearing here, thought of the Demon Dice Half-Man gave him.

(Chapter End)