Warlock Apprentice Chapter 388 - Crying in the Graveyard

Chapter 388: Crying in the Graveyard

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The black coffin was exposed to air. There was no tombstone nor a coffin lid. Angor could clearly observe the skeleton inside.

It looked like soone small. From a quick assumption, the skeleton belonged to soone about 1.2 or 1.3 ters tall. A child, probably.

Next, he glanced at sothing shining around the skeleton’s skull. He saw the object during the last lightning flash.

He reached for it and found a necklace, which was made from a platinum chain and a heart-shaped gem. The gem was polished into a hexadecahedron[1.16-faced entity], which shone brilliantly each ti more lightning ca.

Angor moved a finger around the gem and found a small trigger.

Click!

Another secret chamber was revealed in the gem.

As he expected, the gem was polished in this way to confuse human sights. The design concealed the fact that the gem was only a thin shell, while more space existed inside.

Many nobles loved such tricks to hide their personal artifacts. However, such charms weren’t large enough to keep sothing valuable. The nobles mostly used this trick to show off small surprises to their friends.

As a nobleman himself, Angor also kept this habit. For example, he hid his hologram tablet in a small space inside a pocket watch.

And such knowledge helped him find sothing on the gem easily.

The secret chamber held a piece of broken silk. The silk was thin, yet it contained countless finely-crafted needleworks. This was definitely not sothing accessible to common folks; it ant that the child corpse might co from a noble family.

Angor carefully spread the silk open. It was almost as large as his hand. There was the embroidery of a smiling girl on it. She didn’t look quite beautiful, but her smile was gentle and bright.

There was another young figure beside her who held her shoulder, but the part showing the figure’s face had broken.

On the girl’s raised right hand was a small bird with colorful patterns that looked like the “eye” of a peacock feather.

A line of characters was written at the bottom of the silk.

It was too tiny and poorly-written. Angor waited for several lightning strikes and finally managed to read sothing from it.

“To... the ninth birthday... sister...”

So the silk was a present given to the little girl by her brother or sister, which probably ant the second figure shown on the picture.

Angor put the silk back into the gem and returned it to the skeleton. The corpse should be the owner of this childish present. However, there was no way to find out why the little princess of a noble clan ended up in this terrible grave in Otherworld.

There was nothing else in the grave that provided any information, but Angor didn’t really care. He didn’t co here to respect the dead.

He moved around the coffin and headed to the crater blocking the path. He had to sohow move across it if he wanted to leave by the gate.

He didn’t cause any more alerts among the souls this ti. While walking along the edge of the crater, he began to feel more and more troubled because the flashes of lightning had shown him that there were piles of corpses huddled together down the bottom of the crater.

Skeletons, rotten and rotting bodies, as well as fresh ones.

The half-rotten bodies looked particularly terrible. All the corpses had kept their last mont by dragging each other and reaching toward the outside. The whole sight looked like the painting of a master artist who wished to present how a mass grave looked like.

The painting was made worse by the fact that all the deceased were won, which added a twisted sense to its general the.

Telling from their appearances, they died at different ti fras. The earliest ones only died in recent days, while so died maybe a century ago.

Their corpses all looked clean too. Each of them had one single bloody wound right on their chest. Soone from Dark Castle was probably the culprit.

But why won only? And so many of them?

Also, all the undead spirits ant that these won suffered greatly before their deaths.

Angor looked into the distance and at the Dark Castle again. He was now getting disgusted about this place.

The current owner of Dark Castle, ‘Sundown Queen’ Isabella, showed a terrible nature by trying to kill him without a reason.

It made a lot of sense that soone like that would commit such slaughter.

“Yes. That madwoman Isabella could totally do sothing like this.”

After passing around the crater, Angor reached the graveyard gate.

The gate was left open. Angor was surprised again when he saw footprints around the gate.

The patterns left by the footprints looked similar to Shadow’s boots.

Did Shadow pass through here recently?

As he thought, he suddenly felt sothing shifting in his pocket again.

Toby’s moving?

Angor carefully took out the bird. Toby was now “dream walking” again as it tried to fly away while sleeping.

“There are Soul Orbs nearby?”

But they were still pretty far from Dark Castle. Angor quickly grabbed Toby when the bird almost left him. The undead souls would quickly notice Toby if he wandered far, and Toby was in no condition to protect himself from the undead souls’ attacks right now.

Angor kept Toby closer while trying to tell where Toby wanted to go. He frowned when he noticed Toby pointing to the opposite direction of Dark Castle.

Angor landed near the right side of the graveyard while Toby was trying to go left. He didn’t rember seeing anything special when he was observing from above the graveyard. There were only more tombstones over there.

He considered and followed Toby’s direction.

Toby probably sensed Soul Orbs or at least sothing that could help repair his soul. They had to check it out.

The left side of the graveyard looked cleaner than the rest. At least there were fewer exposed coffins. Angor still heard won crying, but there were no souls that stayed outside.

So of the tombstones were blank, while so had nas written with blood. The characters had all beco blurry after being affected by moisture in the air.

Angor tried to imagine what happened here—Naked won, using their tears of blood, who left their nas on their own graves while cursing the nas of their killers.

Wait. Could the deceased possibly write on their own tombstones? That would be so horrifying.

Angor shivered a little and kept following Toby’s signal until he ca to a stop in front a well.

The well looked ordinary. There were no strange slls or anything particular coming from it. Still, it was already a strange thing for a well to exist in the middle of a graveyard. Also, Angor sensed lingering dark magic around the well. Any undead being who approached would get purified by it.

Soone intentionally left it here, that much was obvious.

When standing near the well, Angor could no longer hear won crying, which ant the “purification power” was pretty strong.

Everything suggested that there was so secret down there. Toby was also asking to go down the well.

After careful consideration, Angor jumped inside.

He landed on solid ground again after about two seconds. The well was completely dry, and there were no negative emotions released by undead souls. Therefore, Angor decided to cast Light to see around.

The bottom of the well looked like a cave. There were miniature stalagmites growing on the ground. A dark tunnel sat behind the curtain of pointy stones.

While still in his dreaming state, Toby pointed a wing toward the tunnel.

Angor remained cautious and began going into the cave. He soon heard soone crying again. But compared to the crying of resentnt outside, this voice sounded a lot more innocent. It was simple, and it wasn’t trying to show any particular emotions.

The cave wasn’t big, and Angor reached the end of it soon.

The source of the crying voice was also here—a small girl wearing a yellow overall dress.