Chapter 12 Lichstenstein Castle

Ranch and Hyperion stood in the hallway on the third floor of Lichstenstein Castle, in front of what used to be the master bedroom. They knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Ranch?"

"It's me."

Ranch then turned the lock and pushed open the master bedroom door.

A slightly blinding glimmer of light instantly pierced the dim environment of the corridor through the crack in the door.

Ranch led Hyperion into the room.

The walls of this spacious room, resembling the heart of an ancient castle hall, were covered with countless carvings and decorative details, like an open history book. The rich colors and delicate lines made one want to explore the stories behind them.

A magnificent and fiery flame burned in the marble fireplace, and the dark brown floor-to-ceiling curtains in the distance covered the night outside the window, giving the entire room a sense of secrecy, like some unspeakable ritual was taking place.

And next to the four-poster bed in the center of the room were those three familiar figures.

Three versatile clerics were wearing masks and concentrating on modifying a mummy.

"If all the soft tissues of the prey have been dehydrated and dried, including the internal organs, we need to use more force to break it down. Yes, just use force, don't be afraid of damaging the prey."

Frey was still instructing the three clerics.

"Stop... Stop it...!"

The thin, withered mummy in the middle had pale skin with clear纹理, like ancient parchment.

Contrary to common sense, the mummy was still struggling in pain. It was terrifying!

The instruments in the hands of the three clerics moved over the mummy again and again.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes violent.

Each time, they elicited a faint and shrill sound from Count Palocas.

It was a high-frequency sound, mixed with the sound of the scalpel cutting through the dry, hard skin.

"Well, there's no bloody smell."

Ranch said in surprise.

"...Have you ever wondered why?"

Hyperion finally couldn't remain silent any longer and looked up at Ranch beside her.

The two of them first found Frey, who was still using his hunter skills to guide the clerics.

According to Ranch's training plan, after this course, these three clerics would return to the real world, able to dissect both humans and animals, truly learning the skills step by step.

After watching for a while, and waiting until everyone busy had temporarily slowed down their work and looked at them, Ranch asked:

"Everyone, is the werewolf among you?"

If the werewolf wasn't here, he could go to the cast iron room on the fourth floor to ask the young master of the chamber of commerce and the guard siblings.

"It's me."

Frey quickly nodded and replied, then looked at Ranch.

He knew Ranch had something to ask him.

"Frey, you don't really have the abilities of a werewolf, do you?"

Ranch sized up Frey with some curiosity and asked.

He had heard Hyperion say on the way here that even in the shadow world information panel in her perspective, there was no separate prompt stating that she was the [Witch].

But according to the information in the sealed magic book found in the castle, as a half-demon, she was indeed the witch in this shadow world.

It was just that the demonic features were perfectly concealed by the [Transformation Art: Human] obtained last time. Only the people who teamed up with her and the two traitorous Resurrection Cultists who knew her information in advance knew that she was a half-demon.

Since the [Witch]'s identity was not an extra gift from the shadow world, but innate, then the [Werewolf] was likely the same.

"Yes, I flipped through the ancient books in the library and saw records about the werewolf race. I finally understand why I get a slight boost at night."

Frey finally understood something that had puzzled him for a long time in the real world.

Although he wasn't a werewolf, his bloodline probably had a slight ancestral reversion. Even in the real world, he would become stronger due to moonlight, gaining enhanced attributes and higher regeneration.

"When I was a child, my hair was originally black, but later, as my level increased, it turned gray-white. It was from then on that I awakened more and more characteristics similar to the so-called werewolf race."

Frey explained to Ranch and Hyperion.

In a way, he was now half werewolf.

However, he already had powerful regenerative abilities before he awakened his werewolf traits.

If it was at night, he was confident that he wouldn't lose in a one-on-one fight against any blood clan of the same rank.

After a brief conversation, Ranch asked Frey:

"Frey, I'm sorry, but could I trouble you to come with me?"

"No problem."

…

Frey briefly told the three clerics the key points of the subsequent dissection steps, and then left the bedroom with Ranch and Hyperion.

The three of them walked out of the room together, and their footsteps broke the silence of the third-floor corridor again, echoing in the cold stone walls and passageways.

"What do you need me to help with?"

"I received the latest information that a blood clan viscount is sealed beneath the wine cellar in this castle. We need the blood of a witch and a werewolf as materials to lift the seal. We have to rescue him."

Ranch looked eager to save lives.

Frey nodded.

He understood as soon as he said that. No need to say more, Ranch had eyes that could talk, and Frey could read them.

"Frey, before entering the shadow world, we were saying that the academic visiting team from the Kingdom of Yaroran would add a lot of work to the president's burden. According to the plan, they should arrive at the Ikelyt Academy in the next two days and then start a two-week academic visit. The shadow world will end in four days. When we get out, you can help the president well."

The three walked slowly down the stairs, chatting as they walked. Every footstep was as heavy as a drumbeat.

The dark stairs were like a door to the unknown, and each candle seemed like a warm hand, reaching out to help the three and dispel the shadows.

They were usually so relaxed when they were doing student council tasks in the old liberal arts building of Ikelyt Academy.

"Definitely."

"Moreover, there will be a hidden elite Resurrection Cultist in the team from the Kingdom of Yaroran, whose goal is to kill Hyperion and destroy the trust between the two countries. This is a serious and malicious incident that no one else is aware of yet. And in order to protect the safety of the informants, we cannot report to the kingdom for the time being. We have to create an accident and catch the criminal."

Ranch continued to say righteously, with a sense of responsibility of a headmaster.

Hearing Ranch's words, Hyperion was stunned.

She always felt that Ranch's words sounded very familiar...

Hyperion remembered that the priestess Stissera revealed that there was a very dangerous guy who wanted to create an accident to kill her on campus.

As a result, the other party seemed to be rushing towards Ranch this time.

Ranch also thought the same.

So now it was a competition to see whose accident was more accidental?!

(End of chapter)