Chapter 87. Escaping
However, the crowd fell completely silent. No one responded to his question, and instead whispers spread quietly among them.
“Why is he looking for Haide?”
“No idea. Is it that Haide whose younger brother is an apprentice in the Modification School?”
“Didn’t Haide say yesterday that inspections had beco strict lately and that he would stop coming? Why are they still looking for him?”
…
Calf seed to hear the murmured conversations below. His face darkened, as though his plan had fallen through.
At that mont, the captain of the enforcent officers ran over and whispered a few words in his ear. Calf imdiately broke into a smile and said, “Then let’s do it that way.”
After speaking, he began walking away from the area where the stench was clearly noticeable.
Then the captain of the enforcent officers addressed the crowd.
“Haide has already been captured. The mission is complete. We only need to conduct a brief search.”
He pointed to a rcenary lying unconscious on the ground. That rcenary probably did not know that he would soon have a different na.
For Calf, it did not matter who Haide actually was. What mattered was Haide’s deeds and the testimony of the Modification School mbers who had traded with him.
As long as he reported this incident, the Necromancy School would have grounds to stir up trouble.
As for the real Haide, he would probably have to change his na as well if he wished to avoid being dragged into a conflict between two schools.
Seeing this, Fulan let out a quiet sigh of relief. So they were not searching for Beloli’s corpse after all.
Still, she could not help feeling curious. Why mobilize so many people just to catch a corpse trafficker?
“You there. Co over here. I need to ask you a few questions.”
One of the enforcent officers pointed at Fulan. She followed him to a relatively open area.
“Na?”
“Rod…” Fulan replied in a sowhat mature male voice. Before coming here, she had deliberately drunk a Voice-Changing Potion that could alter the speaker’s voice depending on the materials used.
“What are you doing here?”
“I am a mber of the Modification School. I ca to deliver my crippled corpse.”
The enforcent officer scribbled a few lines on a sheet of paper and then said, “May I see your face?”
“…You may.” Fulan deliberately waited two seconds before answering.
She slowly removed the black cloth covering her face, revealing a terrifying visage.
Half of her face was covered in ugly scars. The skin appeared red and black, while the other half was riddled with nurous small cuts and scabs.
However, it was also clear that the face belonged to a man.
This was a magic mask Fulan had purchased at the Apprentice Market for two gold coins. When she first bought it, it had no scars at all.
Following the instructions provided, she had deliberately altered its appearance to look like this.
“There was an explosion during an experint.”
Seeing that the enforcent officer had fallen silent for quite a while, clearly startled by her appearance, Fulan calmly explained.
The officer’s breathing quickened noticeably. After a mont of stunned silence, he asked the next question.
“Do you have your school badge?”
“I forgot to bring it. I thought I was just here to throw away a corpse.”
Fulan replied.
It was not that she had not considered forging one. The problem was that no one on the market dared to counterfeit such a badge.
She had considered making one herself, but since she did not know the exact details, she had abandoned the idea.
In truth, the enforcent officers were not like the administrators within the schools who would scold apprentices for failing to wear their badges and accuse them of bringing sha to their school.
“In that case, go back over there. Without a badge, I cannot release you yet. You can leave after we finish checking everyone. Those are the regulations. Please understand.”
Fulan did not reply. She silently returned to the crowd.
There was nothing she could do about it. She would just have to endure a little longer.
Soon she noticed that apprentices who showed their badges were asked a few brief questions before being released. Others who, like her, could not produce a badge were sent back into the crowd.
Hopefully nothing else will happen.
Fulan looked at the shrinking group of people who had not yet been questioned and silently prayed.
“Investigator… sir, please co over quickly!”
An enforcent officer walked out with a corpse bag, his face pale with terror. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he held it.
Damn it, they actually found it… Looks like I will have to act.
Fulan frowned slightly.
Her gaze shifted toward Calf, who was walking toward the enforcent officer. She knew that as long as she incapacitated him, she could escape imdiately. Subtle magical fluctuations began to flicker around her hand.
Curious, Calf approached the officer and asked, “What did you find?”
“It is the one you ntioned…”
Before the officer could finish speaking, Calf suddenly sensed danger approaching from behind. However, he could not react in ti.
CRACK.
A yellow shield suddenly appeared beside him, barely blocking the incoming attack and buying him a mont to react.
Unfortunately, Calf had spent the past few years preparing for the investigator examination. The test included very little combat content. Most of it focused on Alliance laws, as the position did not require strong combat ability.
Thus, he rely cast a spell—Evil Spirit Command.
However, the evil spirit he had cultivated was far from the weak kind that could be dispersed with a casual spell.
CRACK.
Calf heard the sound of his shield shattering. But his evil spirit had already appeared behind the attacker. As long as the spirit launched its attack…
Yet what Calf felt instead was a trendous force gripping the back of his neck, as if it were about to crush the bones there. At the sa ti, he sensed a familiar magical fluctuation.
【Disorder Touch】
A basic spell of the Modification School. Anyone touched by it would feel intense nausea, dizziness, and unbearable discomfort, effectively immobilizing the target.
On paper, it sounded like an extrely powerful control spell. In practice, however, it was difficult to use effectively for several reasons.
First, the caster’s ntal power had to exceed the opponent’s, and the caster had to physically touch them.
But everyone here was a mage. Why would anyone fight you at close range when they could simply cast spells from afar?
In real combat, almost all mages instinctively maintained distance from their opponents, regardless of who they were. As a result, the spell was sowhat useless.
If soone wanted to control an opponent, why not just use a spell like Stun Ray? Why get close and risk it?
Because of this, the spell was rarely used. This was also one of the reasons the Modification School’s spells were considered weak—they were difficult to apply effectively in battle.
“A formal mage?!”
Calf could clearly feel that his opponent’s ntal power surpassed his own, even though he had already been a mage for two years.
Moreover, the opponent seed to possess a specialization in Modification School spells, completely suppressing him.
After fulfilling the advancent conditions of the Modification School, Fulan’s ntal power had risen to 10.7. Naturally, casting this spell was now extrely effective.
Calf felt waves of dizziness and nausea. The amplified effects brought by her overwhelming ntal power were devastating—especially since his defenses had already been breached at close range.
He could no longer concentrate on casting spells. It felt as though he might collapse at any mont. But as long as his evil spirit launched its attack…
Wait. Where is my evil spirit? Why has it not interrupted her spell?
Just before losing consciousness, Calf saw his evil spirit fall from the air. A transparent hand gripped its throat tightly, pinning it to the ground and preventing it from moving.
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