Locke used a vine tendril from his Super Mandrake Vines to bring the docunts the other party had placed on the ground to himself.
He only flipped through a few pages with the vine and knew this was very likely authentic manuscripts from the black wizard Sephilin.
There were even so geotric patterns composed of runes, which were curse magic spell formations.
Without taking prerequisite courses in advanced geotry, basic curse studies introduction, and basic curse study texts, it would be impossible to fully comprehend this manuscript.
At first glance, Locke found it sowhat difficult.
This was normal, as his past knowledge system focused on potion mastery, breeding studies, and plant magic, with only small amounts of necromancy magic and archaeological knowledge.
His exposure to curse magic was extrely limited.
Curse magic had high requirents for advanced geotry, apparently because curse spell formations involved very complex geotric folding techniques.
Locke stared coldly at the black wizard apprentice before him, thinking about how to handle him.
Having a black wizard apprentice as his inside source didn't seem bad.
Especially since the other party was Sephilin's junior apprentice, he should be a student of Sephilin's wizard ntor, and his wizard ntor happened to be his teacher Witch Sophia's target.
If he had this black wizard as his inside source, it seed quite good but he also had to guard against this being a double agent.
Undercover work, when taken to extres, could easily turn soone into a spy for both sides.
Locke was thinking, weighing the pros and cons to see how best to handle this black wizard apprentice.
The black wizard apprentice was also kneeling on the ground, bearing enormous psychological pressure.
No matter what, a black wizard appearing openly before a white wizard, still on the other party's territory, with the other party being a first-class wizard apprentice, the risk was simply too great.
If not for being selected as cannon fodder to create chaos at Lilith's Cottage due to Sephilin's downfall, he wouldn't have resorted to this desperate asure.
If Locke considered him to have little value, he would still be dood to die.
If Locke deeply detested black wizards, he would still be killed by Locke.
At this mont, his remaining intact left hand clenched into a fist, his palm covered in sweat.
Locke's eyes suddenly emitted a mysterious spell's spiritual light, and then an invisible ghost rose above this black wizard apprentice's head.
That ghost was a grave spirit.
There were many types of grave spirits, with slight differences based on each caster's different personality and casting habits.
This ghost with a tombstone on its head was different from the grave spirit McCarthy summoned. It was in a semi-transparent state, and even the black wizard apprentice couldn't see that a grave spirit had appeared above his head.
Locke looked at him coldly, "Your na is Leoni Murphy. A week ago, you stole so materials from data cabinet number 432 in the Curse Surgeon Research Institute's data storage room."
"Three days ago, you used a traveling civilian circus entering this port city to conceal your identity and enter this city. The only reason I haven't killed you imdiately is that although you used that wandering civilian circus, you didn't kill anyone in that circus."
"Am I correct?"
Leoni Murphy's body stiffened. He hadn't expected Locke to state his na directly and reveal his background.
It was as if Locke had personally witnessed these events but how was this possible?
Leoni Murphy's fear and awe of Locke deepened. If Locke knew clearly even what he had done a week ago, then he was like a naked person before Locke, with no secrets to speak of but he couldn't understand how Locke had achieved this.
Potion masters and breeders shouldn't be skilled in interrogation techniques, and Locke hadn't even begun interrogating him yet.
Seeing his uncertain and suspicious expression, Locke smiled slightly but had no intention of explaining.
This was a clever application of the archaeologist's abilities.
He used the archaeologist's ability to read the Mordo language through the other party's negative energy particle field to see recent events that had happened to him.
For a second-class wizard apprentice without magic pressure, his current level could directly read events that had occurred within a week, except when he had contact with official wizards during this period, that information would be missing.
Similarly, if he tried to investigate first-class wizard apprentices the subject had contacted within the week, due to the influence of magic pressure structures, that part of the Mordo language would be much more difficult to read. With his current level, he couldn't grasp it accurately and could only see a general outline.
Locke pointed with his finger, "You really have quite a few curses in your body."
"For , that's actually a good thing. Open your mind, and no matter what happens, you cannot have resistant thoughts, otherwise I'll kill you imdiately."
Leoni Murphy was stunned and hadn't reacted when Locke snapped his fingers.
A transparent, invisible grave spirit directly attached itself to him, combining with the negative energy particle field around this second-class wizard apprentice.
This was a small application technique of the archaeologist's Summon Tomb Spirit, which could be understood as ghost possession but it required the second-class wizard apprentice's own consent. If he resisted even slightly during this process, the grave spirit possession would fail.
Once the grave spirit possessed him, it would enter a dormant state, usually difficult for others to detect.
As long as he activated it at key monts and paid so attention, he could see the environnt around this person and various information through him.
'If I can find a way to get him transferred back to that Curse Ritual Research Institute, then I would essentially have used the black wizard archaeologist spell system to insert a nail into their Curse Ritual Research Institute.'
Locke thought, 'The black wizard archaeologist spell system is truly miraculous. No wonder archaeologists have a special status among black wizards.'
Locke said coldly to Leoni Murphy, "Fine, I'll let you be my spy. You need to relay important information from the Blood Curse Court to ."
"Don't try to deceive . All your information cannot escape my eyes."
Leoni Murphy had been completely won over by the unfathomable Locke before him. He imdiately knelt on the ground and unconsciously used the honorific for black wizard superiors, "Master, I will never betray you. I am very useful."
Leoni Murphy probably really believed that Locke possessed the ability to see through all his information and was undoubtedly very frightened at this mont but Locke had only read the Mordo language to see so very important scene fragnts from his past week.
Moreover, so fragnts couldn't be seen clearly due to various external interferences.
For example, Locke couldn't find the approximate location of the Curse Ritual Research Institute through his experiences of the past week, and couldn't even see information about the surrounding areas, because this information was severely interfered with by so magical force.
Through the negative energy particle field on him, Locke saw so of his mory fragnts, saying, "Hmm? You want to exchange residual materials from magical plant curses for potions that can improve your cultivation efficiency? You want Focus Ointnt?"
"Fine, I'll give you fifteen tubes of Focus Ointnt."
"That's a three-month supply."
Joy imdiately appeared in Leoni Murphy's eyes, and he was overjoyed, "Thank you, Master."
He received the fifteen tubes of Focus Ointnt, his eyes showing wild delight. These resources were rely leftover useless experintal materials from Locke's previous mory Ointnt work, but for him, they represented a fortune.
At this mont, Leoni Murphy's heart settled down sowhat. He felt he had bet correctly.
As for the strange object Locke had planted in his body earlier, his concerns about it naturally disappeared and beca irrelevant.
After all, there were plenty of people who had placed various things in his body.
This was a tradition among black wizards.
Locke looked at him, "Leoni, do you have any way to return to the Blood Curse Court?"
"Reading your mories is really too troubleso. You'd better tell yourself."
Locke said half-truthfully, pushing his ability to read the other party's information in the wrong direction toward being able to read the other party's mories.
Potion masters did indeed have so truth serums and other potions that forced people to reveal their mories.
This way, he could effectively prevent the other party from thinking of strange thods to interfere with the grave spirit he had left on him.
Although a second-class wizard apprentice basically had no way to resist his summoned grave spirit, to prevent accidents, it was better to mislead him as a precaution.
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