Chapter 56: Imprisonment and Redemption

Luge ultimately agreed with the succubus lady's idea, because in his feeling, even if he performed poorly, he probably wouldn't be the one to lose his life. However, he obtained a brief map of the ancient castle, drawn by the unique succubus scholar. He planned to make some attempts according to his own ideas.

Compared to the succubus lady, he should have a greater degree of freedom of movement.

Of course, the specifics still needed verification.

The beautiful succubus scholar naturally could not stay in the young master's room; the old butler appeared promptly to send her away.

Luge prayed for her, hoping that with the appearance of today's changes, she could return to her own room tonight, rather than remain trapped in that place of instruction. In the succubus's words, Luge's arrival was like throwing a stone into a lake, making the dust-sealed ancient castle drag its crippled legs and move again.

He also asked the succubus scholar one last thing about that powerful City Lord adult she spoke of.

The succubus only knew that the City Lord had entrusted the ancient castle and that young master to Old Butler Izer; logically speaking, not long after they arrived in the Abyss, that City Lord adult would have rushed over. The last order Old Butler Izer received was to wait in place for his arrival after reaching the Abyss.

The ancient castle's arrival in the Abyss was rather sudden; many retainers and servants were not inside the castle. After reaching the Abyss, most servants fell ill and never recovered. Old Butler Izer, following the City Lord's entrustment, sealed the castle, only waiting for the master's arrival. Out of trust and worship for the City Lord adult, people remained full of hope, including this succubus who had only followed for two years. And this wait lasted over three hundred years.

The succubus scholar had not interacted much with Old Butler Izer during her two years in the ancient castle.

But from the start of the castle's closure, she also felt he was becoming increasingly abnormal, until one day after the castle was sealed, the old butler suddenly notified the succubus to prepare for instruction, and then came the scene of her and Luge's first meeting. In the first few days, servants still brought her delicious meals. Izer merely had her wait there for the young master. She spent day after day in anger; gradually, servants came less and less. Finally, from familiar servants, she learned that many had already died.

The old butler waited, as if for a City Lord who would never arrive, while she was trapped in the instruction room, waiting for that young master who seemed like he would never be seen.

Luge recalled and organized these things, suddenly feeling how tiny he was, feeling they were also incredibly tiny. In this world, who knew how many silent little corners existed, where all sorts of bizarre things occurred. For those within them, it might be changing fate as violently as an epic, yet it still only counted as silent, because they were all far too tiny; the world could not hear their voices.

He unfolded the map drawn by the succubus, holding an exquisite hardwood pen in his hand, its middle naturally able to absorb ink for writing.

When the succubus gave it to him, she said this was a specialty of the plane world. Originally, there was a garden in front of the ancient castle; this kind of dwarf tree was planted on both sides of the garden. On the side near the study and library, opening the window allowed one to break off a small branch. If one wasn't afraid of trouble, one could even ask a craftsman to carve beautiful patterns on it.

He examined the map, holding the hardwood pen in one hand, while the other hand occasionally scratched at the fine new hairs growing on the back of his head.

If he hadn't already cast Foul Skin, he really would have thought someone was standing behind his back, teasing and fiddling with those few hairs on the back of his head.

Suddenly, a bout of strange itchiness came; he subconsciously reached back with both hands to scratch.

The hardwood pen fell, coincidentally drawing a circle on the map.

He blinked, not looking closely at the map, but sharply turning his head back.

Behind him was empty and completely normal; looking around, in the uncleaned places, there were no strange traces on the gray dust either.

But he knew, something was definitely there, or at least had been there just now. The moment the hardwood pen fell, that strange itchiness had also vanished.

"Are you still there?" He tentatively used his spiritual power to sense his surroundings.

With Foul Skin active, he could roughly judge the other party had no malice, and that it would be very strenuous for the other party to influence him.

He took a deep breath and looked at the map.

The circle drawn coincidentally by the falling pen happened to encircle a place he had originally planned to go see — the ancient castle's library.

The succubus had said when roughly explaining the map that in the plane world, nobles were obsessed with building this kind of upside-down ancient castle. The more noble the identity, the lower the room they lived in. Special-purpose rooms like libraries were all in the surface portion — meaning he would have to go up many floors.

"Do you want me to go there?"

He tried asking, looking left and right; naturally, he received no response again.

Luge no longer thought wildly; he simply meditated briefly to calm his shock, then lay down to rest.

Knowing there might be an unseen person in the room was still a hindrance to sleep for him, but fortunately, Foul Skin did not react the whole time.

He pillowed his head on the Black Book, lying on the floor.

Since there was someone in the room, it was very likely that young master. Luge didn't want to touch that bed either, and without cleaning it, there was no way to use it anyway.

Wondering if Old Gold Tooth was doing alright, he thought.

Originally he had also wanted to go back and see if Old Gold Tooth, after being injured, would become like Dasha.

After all, Different Dragons all have some peculiarities. Previously, Old Gold Tooth judged that Dragonborn Kobolds didn't have this ability because he didn't know the Black Fruit was stained by the peculiar Different Dragon Blood. This recovery ability is very useful at low tiers, especially for Dragonborn Kobolds, those fellows with crude and simple combat styles.

Luge's thoughts wandered randomly, not knowing when he fell asleep.

When he woke again, his face was covered in gray dust from rolling; he had unknowingly rolled out of his own cleaned area.

Outside the door, the old butler's knocking sound was ringing intermittently.

"Young master, breakfast is already prepared. Do you need me to send it to your room?"

Luge immediately agreed to the old butler's words; he really didn't want to go eat that mud of unknown composition again.

Today was the first day of him playing house with two centenarians. He also needed to discuss with the succubus scholar the details that were interrupted yesterday. He also wanted to try going to the library to see if the old butler would stop him.

Soon the old butler returned pushing the meal cart, leaving behind a sentence asking Luge to maintain a pleasant mood and enjoy breakfast, then stepped away and left.

Luge lightly lifted the golden plate cover; sure enough, it was the mud he had guessed.

He casually poured it into the corner; a paper strip fell out from inside the cover.

On it, written in messy Abyssal Language — I know you are not him, but I also cannot control myself. My mind is somewhat confused. Perhaps one day, perhaps two or three days... only then can I have momentary clarity. Past events and future events also tangle in my memory. When I saw strong servants fall one by one, even walk toward death, I knew this is the Abyss's curse on us Descendants of the Betrayer. Wizard from a foreign land, please agree to my request: take the young master to your world. I think he can probably live there. This is the last thing I can do for him...

Please forgive my confused sentences. When I become clear-headed, I only know I must do these things, I have to do them, so I could only hastily write them here, praying you would see them. I heard Wizards are all learned. I chose Abyssal Language. I have already become inseparable from this ancient castle. Perhaps I have already died. The castle's core power protects the young master, deep within the library, not in the castle's lowest level where most nobles store treasures. This is the City Lord adult's wisdom.

Wizard adult from a foreign land, if you still have any doubts, you can go find a succubus protected by me. In the past few days, I already used the castle's power to isolate her in the young master's instruction room. Presumably she is still there now. I hope that when I was muddled, I ordered servants to care for her.

At the moment of leaving home and arriving in the Abyss, I already guessed the City Lord adult would not come.

(Chapter End)