Chapter 57: Incompetence and Powerlessness

Luge sat on the chair silently watching the succubus scholar who had fallen into hysteria. Ever since he placed the paper strip from Old Butler Izer in front of her, she had become like this. Perhaps she was giving him a lesson, demonstrating what pure and simple hysteria is; right now it could be seen on her — that kind of seeming madness, yet with no angle to vent, as if there was nothing to be angry about, and no one to resent, but her heart was exceptionally stifled, ready to burst.

He shook his leg, not because he wanted to, but because every chair in this room, when he sat on it, would result in his feet being unable to touch the ground.

While piecing together the paper strips torn into debris on the table piece by piece, he waited for the succubus to finish venting.

"Finished venting?"

He lowered his head, his finger brushing across the tabletop piecing the last two pieces; the opposite side had already quieted down.

"Of course not," the succubus still smiled, "Accumulated for three hundred years, to vent it cleanly so easily, that would be what kind of wasteful act."

"Then can you communicate normally now?" He finally pieced the last piece of paper on.

"Of course."

The succubus scholar's face had already recovered yesterday's composed sweet smile.

"Please ignore my loss of composure, just momentarily didn't know who to vent to, after all even if I go resent the world, it already doesn't exist anymore, right?" The succubus said jokingly.

"I think you're thinking, ultimately who caused all this," Luge said swinging his legs under the table, "then discovering, it's not this door, not the old butler, not the city lord who broke his promise, not that student who never showed his face, you even discover it's not that vanished world either, then you realize, their fate is the same as yours, so you awaken, you discover what caused all this is weakness, your unchangeable weakness, the world's unchangeable weakness."

The succubus scholar laughed upon hearing this, gradually laughing out loud.

"What you say is very right, stopping the hysteria is just to make me look not so weak, perhaps if you weren't here, I would have kept screaming for even longer." The succubus scholar's smiling mouth corners presented a charming arc, seemingly not caring at all about Luge's commentary on her and her world.

The two chatted a few more sentences; the succubus scholar seemed to have truly calmed down, although there didn't seem to be much change in appearance.

Luge only sought to be able to communicate normally; that hysterical appearance made him feel the other party might give up on themselves, after all he couldn't empathize, that's an experience gap imagination cannot make up for, that's clan is world, is time's passing, is even losing the target of hatred, is losing almost everything, just like she said, people who know her name are already gone, so the name has also lost its meaning.

"This paper..." Luge pointed at the pieced-together paper strip on the table, "is missing the most crucial point, Old Yi Ze'er is senile and confused, we see that young master, find that young master, will we definitely be able to get out? And how to get out?"

He could envision that if they couldn't leave immediately, when he and that young master appeared together, the senile Old Butler Izer would definitely do something outrageous.

The succubus pondered for a moment.

"Perhaps, that student I've never met, is like me," she thought a moment and said, "perhaps he's already dead, just Old Madman Izer's memory is still stuck in many years ago, or he only remembers what he wants to remember."

Luge recalled last night someone scratching the back of his head.

He had thought it might be someone manipulating this ancient castle's mysterious power to transmit a message, of course also thought it might be that young master's ghost soul.

"Do you have any method to see ghost souls or... hmm, that kind of similar thing?" he said.

The succubus scholar just smiled without speaking, not rushing to answer.

"On this paper strip, it's written that you're a powerful Wizard, Old Yi Ze'er's insight is still not bad, I've never seen a Wizard before! Still naively thought you were just a somewhat ugly strange little demon, turns out Wizards all look like this," the succubus looked at him and said, "I've read in books, don't underestimate any Wizard, they always have some abilities hard for you to guard against, can give you a small surprise."

"Perhaps I found that young master's spirit body." Luge blew lightly, and once again blew the pieced-together paper strips on the table into scatter.

The beautiful succubus finally turned serious.

She thought a moment and took out a monocle from her ring and handed it over.

"Hope it still works here, consider it a return gift for your dragon blood." She said.

Luge took it, tried to clamp it with his eye socket, slightly some difficulty; the moment it was worn stably, spiritual power began to drain, this at least proved it could operate.

"Since no longer need to perform according to my script, it's much less interesting," the succubus smiled, "so I'll only wait three days, no, two days, if Wizards are all that cautious, I'll find my own way to the library."

"Lady, if you can walk out this door, I also have no reason to stop you," Luge said unconcernedly, "if you fail, please find a way to leave behind some useful information for me."

The succubus lady was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, saying: "Indeed, as written in books, Wizards are just you this kind of fellow, just this appearance."

Luge could already not distinguish whether she really intended to go, or was joking; that also wasn't important.

Class time arrived.

He returned to the room under guidance, immediately putting on the monocle.

Forcefully clamping the lens made his cheeks and nose scrunch into a ball; he felt the spiritual power consumption, scanning all around the room interior.

Perhaps need to wait a bit more, time still early? He self-comforted.

Maybe ghosts also need to sleep.

Suddenly, he stood in the corner looking back at the whole room and saw a faint ghost light under the bed.

He hurried over and moved the bed away.

Pried up a wooden board under the bed, a square small box appeared before his eyes.

And inside the box was a pointy little thing, seemingly a tooth that had automatically fallen out upon reaching age.

Is this some custom of that world? Luge thought.

Shook it left and right, and flicked it with his fingernail, didn't see anything special.

Just when he wanted to search for other clues, a ghost shadow emerged from the tooth tip, gradually extending into a human shape.

Looking at it, it was a handsome youth's appearance, age not large, but with a composed temperament.

"Finally able to formally meet you, my long-awaited roommate, previously heard servants speak of, many brothers and sisters or close friends playing together crowded together living in one room's lively scene, I've longed for it, please don't let go of my tooth, that way you'll find it hard to see me, even more unable to hear my voice."

The youth spoke fluent and authentic Abyssal Language, completely not like someone who needs to ask a person to come teach.

"Your Abyssal Language is spoken really well..." Luge said.

"Of course, but according to noble etiquette, still have to invite the city's most famous scholar to teach for five years, but I've never gone once, that's a very stupid behavior, you don't think so too?" The handsome young master said.

Luge's face twitched; he could already imagine, if this matter let the succubus know, it would be another episode of what kind of hysteria.

(Chapter End)