How to say it?
Say that all the bruises on myself were self-inflicted?
Then what should I say if asked why I hurt myself? rlin doesn't want to hear rumors all over the human world that he's contracted hundreds or thousands of dubious diseases!
"Don't talk about losing or not, it's not nice to poke at people's scars. This is my good buddy rlin, he said he wants to take treasure hunting, and we just signed a contract."
Indeed, there was a magic contract manifesting between Ian and rlin.
"Treasure hunting?"
Little Morgan's eyes lit up.
"Yes, once we dig it up, the treasure will be split fifty-fifty between rlin and . I've already proven my professionalism to my good buddy." Ian was fully displaying the professional deanor of a Hogwarts cunning rchant.
Full of charm.
"How did you prove it?"
A shadow creature suddenly chid in.
Ian gave a hard glare at the shadow in Morgan's hand, but still showed his tools to his good apprentice, a set of professional equipnt from the Alchemy Master.
So looked like delicate hooks, others like ancient compasses, and there were shovels with rather peculiar designs — these only made the shadow creature feel sowhat familiar.
"Are you going grave robbing!?"
It instantly detected where the so-called treasure lay.
After all.
It was from the Soul Hall.
"So it's grave robbing!" Little Morgan suddenly realized and then beca pensive, feeling she gained new understanding and inherited knowledge about her teacher's wizard stream.
"That sounds terrible." Ian rolled his eyes.
Little Morgan stopped ntioning grave robbing, but the shadow creature didn't spare him.
"Grave robbing is grave robbing. I'm just curious about what kind of grave would make a legend pull in another legend." The shadow creature's voice beca more excited when talking about grave robbing.
Completely unaware of its still captive status.
"That's also what I want to ask. We just signed the contract and haven't had ti to talk details." Hearing this, Ian turned to look at rlin, who exuded an air of mystery.
Asked his heart.
If there was a really good grave.
He would have dug it himself.
rlin likely would too.
And rlin dared not go alone, absolutely because the place was very dangerous. Seeing the little wizard's gaze fixed on him, rlin first cast a aningful glance at the shadow creature in Morgan's hand.
Then.
After pondering his words, he softly spoke.
"It's indeed possibly a dangerous place, but I believe there's a road leading forward there. Because the owner of that tomb had accomplished things that neither you nor I could." rlin spoke with so seriousness in his voice.
"What things?"
The little wizard was instantly piqued with curiosity.
rlin glanced at him, then again at the shadow creature in Morgan's hand, "I think, this group of shadows from history should be quite familiar with that na."
Paused for a mont.
"The tomb we want to excavate, it entombs the legend - the wizard who once killed three divine spirits." His statent imdiately triggered a huge reaction from the shadow creature.
"You are crazy! Crazy!"
The shadow creature let out an ear-piercing scream of fear.
Clearly.
It knew what rlin was talking about.
"Never allowed!"
The shadow creature roared.
But rlin ignored its voice, looking at the still confused little wizard.
"Perhaps you, who co from more than a thousand years in the future, can no longer find relevant record information, but I firmly believe that you and I can find what we want in this adventure." His voice was full of conviction.
"A wizard who killed divine spirits?"
Ian was still imrsed in the shock.
"Yes."
rlin nodded slightly.
"The tomb I have found belongs to the God Eater... divh."
He spoke softly.
His tone was calm yet heavy.
However.
"Ah????"
Ian was suddenly taken aback upon hearing this.
This ti it was his turn to be stunned.
"Oh! My God!"
Little Morgan was also stunned.
Making a pact with rlin to rob divh's grave?
She felt that her teacher was indeed the true daring one!
"This..." Ian swallowed nervously and looked at the [May's Contract] that was already engraved on his body, linked to his soul.
"Is it still in ti to break the contract now?"
He rubbed hard at the imprint left by the contract.
Sadly.
No miracle occurred.
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