Chapter 17 The Secret Seeked by the School of Conjuration

After some thought, Lamia roughly guessed that what she was asked to do just now was actually a test.

The contract that Deya signed with her was not very binding, and it mainly restricted her from harming the contracting party.

She would rather die than sign a contract that would actually sell herself into slavery.

How can I seek revenge if I lose my freedom forever?

Therefore, the other party is testing whether she is obedient. If she is not obedient, the devil-like man will probably use other means to deal with her and make her gradually let down her bottom line.

The witch walked up to Fitch's body and waved her hand gently. The thick branches of the vegetation squirmed like tentacles and retracted into the ground.

Fitch's body, tied up by plants, also fell to the ground due to gravity.

"No one will come to disturb us here, right?"

Lamia asked Camille in a cold voice.

Camille spread his hands and said, “Don’t worry, just like no one knows witches better than you, no one knows the streets of Abranah better than me.

As a stinking sewer rat, I know every street in Abranah by heart, and few people pass by here at night.”

His nonchalant and frivolous tone made the two witches glare at him fiercely.

Before, when Camille asked Lamia to pretend to be a street prostitute, the two witches were already angry. She was a noble witch of the cult, how could she do such a lowly thing.

But when they saw that Lamia did not refute, they suppressed their anger.

Now seeing Camille's disrespectful look, they felt that the witch was too kind. Such a disobedient servant should be severely tortured.

Camille ignored the two witches. In his eyes, they were dead.

He was just thinking about the spell that Lamia had just used.

'The spell this witch uses doesn't sound like a warlock's at all, but more like a druid's. Warlocks don't know this spell. Could it be the power of her domain?'

Camille decided to report this information to Lord Deya when he returned.

I have limited knowledge and don't know what that field is, but I'm sure Lord Deya must know about it.

Lamia held the scroll given to her by Deya in her hand, made a spellcasting gesture, and muttered something.

She opened the parchment scroll in her hand, and a magical light burst out from it. The third-level spell of the School of Necromancer, "Communication with the Dead", immediately took effect on Fitch's body.

Under the gaze of Lamia and others, an illusory human figure floated out from Fitch's body.

The human figure was like mist, hazy with a faint green light, with a dull gaze and an open mouth looking up at the sky, like the last scene before the death of an evil ghost who fell into the river and drowned.

Lamia watched as Fitch's soul was extracted under the spell and asked in a light voice, "Answer my question, where did you hide your most important item?"

The soul did not resist at all and responded without emotion: "Apartment 17, No. 301, Vander Street, District , Abrana. I hid the things there."

'Talking to the Dead' is enough for the deceased to answer five questions for themselves.

After asking this most important question, Lamia can remove the spell.

But her strong curiosity made her ask again: "What is that thing?"

Lamia couldn't hide her curiosity about the mysterious object that Deya was looking for.

She had a hunch that the reason Deya imprisoned her and signed a contract with her was for that thing.

"I don't know. My teacher told me that it contains one of the mysteries sought in the School of Conjuration. It is also the great goal pursued by wizards who study constructs."

Lamia was still listening carefully and noticed that Fitch had stopped talking again.

She complained that the spell would only make the deceased answer the given questions you asked and would never say anything else.

Lamia paused and asked, "Why is that thing in your hand?"

Fitch answered knowingly, “One day the teacher took the thing out and was researching it, but suddenly he had to leave for something urgent.

He didn't have time to put it back to the safekeeping place, so he asked me to keep it temporarily. I was greedy and thought that as long as I had it, I would be able to improve my strength, so I stole it. I fled the teacher's laboratory and hid from place to place. When I calmed down, I regretted it.

But I know that I can't go back, because the furious teacher will definitely make me into a construct, so I can only hide and prevent the teacher and the secret meeting between the teacher and the curse from finding me."

"So what secrets did you discover?"

"I haven't figured out anything. My teacher hasn't figured out the secret in all these years, so how can I possibly do it?"

When Lamia saw that Fitch also knew nothing, she gave up the idea of ​​asking the last question. She thought about it and lifted the spell.

Fitch's soul was gone with the wind, and only his body was left on the ground.

Camille also listened carefully to Fitch's answer to see if there was any information that needed to be reported to Lord Deya.

But this Fitch really doesn't know anything.

He sighed and said, "This wizard is quite clever. According to Lord Deya's information, he lives in Room 17 of Apartment 201 on Vander Street.

He should have rented Room 301 under another identity and hid his stuff there, so that even if he was discovered, his stuff would be safe.

That should be his bargaining chip in case he gets caught."

Lamia said coldly: "In the face of magic, any secret will be exposed."

Camille's face was full of envy: "You're right, this 'Talking with the Dead' is really useful. As long as you kill the other person, you can ask the secret you want to know. The magician is really enviable."

The two stopped talking and did not deal with Fitch's body. Instead, they quickly went to Vander Street to complete Deya's task.

Regardless of whether Fitch is dead or missing, the official authorities will investigate, leading to the 'Cression Curse'.

If that's the case, then why not leave his body and use it to frame him?

The witch played a big role in killing Fitch.

……

Camille and Alan stood in front of Room 17 on the third floor of 301 Vander Street.

Seeing the jealous and wary look in Allen's eyes, Camille extended his hand and said with a smile, "Please."

He knew why Alan was jealous of him.

He probably thought that as the witch's servant, he had some kind of close relationship with her.

Considering Lamia's beauty and the fact that these people consider themselves to be witches' status in the cult, this Allen should also want to cling to the witch's thighs.

However, the witch is Lord Deya's target, and he is not qualified to interfere, nor does he dare to interfere.

Alan is indeed a wanderer who wants to be promoted to a 'thief'. He opened this simple door lock easily.

There are no magic traps set up in the house. If there is any fluctuation of magic, it would be a case of trying to cover up one's mistake.

It is safer to keep things in the house like this.

Camille and Alan walked into the house and they both recognized their target at first sight.

That thing was so obvious that it was placed in the living room.

Camille took a quick look at it. It looked like a gray rock tombstone with a "epitaph" written on it, and magical symbols that he couldn't understand at all were engraved on it.

The half-elf did not give Alan a chance to show off, and quickly stepped forward to pick up the half-meter long rectangular "tombstone", and was surprised to find that it was so light.

He didn't want to stay long and quickly left the apartment.

At the entrance of the apartment, a carriage was quietly parked on the side of the road. Lamia and the two witches were sitting in the carriage.

Camille sat in the driver's seat, holding the 'tombstone' tightly in his arms, and drove the carriage towards the villa where Deya was.

On the quiet street, the only sound was the sound of horse-drawn carriages galloping.

(End of this chapter)