Chapter 158
Chapter 158: Reaching the sky in a single bound
The Dark Mantle had strongholds in any of the Lancelot Empire’s cities. Naturally, Valen City was no exception.
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Han Shuo sat cross legged within a secret room carved out of dense rock, slowly digesting the memories from the necromancer’s souls.
Han Shuo didn’t set foot out of the secret room once within the four days, going through decades of the necromancer’s memories. This necromancer named Clarendon had been 52 years old, and his experiences of all those years were all analyzed by Han Shuo.
Dozens of battles and a lifetime of studying necromancy, as well as a few secrets of his identity, were completely absorbed and memorized by Han Shuo in those four days. There were many minor details of course, but Han Shuo was too lazy to remember those.
After he’d assimilated all of the necromancer’s experiences, Han Shuo realized that Clarendon had been in service to an organization called the Church of Natural Disasters. As such, all his actions, including the operation against Clark, had been on the orders from the Church’s senior executives. He had no idea why he had to assassinate Clark.
Apart from a few matters having to do with Clarendon’s identity, Han Shuo’s greatest acquisition was the necromancer’s comprehension of his path from apprentice to archmage, including the experience of every single battle and subsequent reflections.
If there really was a way to reach the sky in one bound in this world, then Han Shuo was doing so right now. With the theoretical knowledge and battle experience from this necromancer, Han Shuo’s path to archmage was crystal clear. He would be able to quickly learn many advanced magics as long as he had enough mental strength.
Clarendon’s experience from dozens of battles greatly broadened Han Shuo’s worldview, and would prove to be of incalculable benefit to his future battles. The untested Han Shuo took note of some matters to avoid. In this way, the practical experience gains were likely on par with that of those of necromancy knowledge.
“I think that’s the logic. I’ve already tried to practice another journeyman level magic and discovered that I could master it quickly with the prior understanding of the necromancer. I didn’t have to go through too much trial and error in the middle.” Han Shuo nodded.
“My gosh, incredible, this is too incredible!” Emily’s incredulous joy doubled when she heard Han Shuo’s words. She kept repeating those sentences and appeared even more excited than Han Shuo.
“The necromancer obtained those documents from a secret room within the slave trading house. They chronicle Bob Ascher’s business dealings and can prove that he was involved in its operations.” Han Shuo handed the documents that the necromancer had taken from the secret room over to Emily after describing the situation.
Although the necromancer named Clarendon had set up a magical boundary within his space ring, Han Shuo broke it open very easily. He had obtained several books regarding necromancy, a few medicines for replenishing mental strength, and a few magic robes that had the effect of increasing magic power.
Of course, what Han Shuo was most satisfied with was still Clarendon’s white bone staff. This white bone staff was specially refined for necromancers, using this staff to cast necromancy spells would enhance Han Shuo’s power.
Han Shuo could originally only summon one bone spear when he cast the bone spear spell, but with the white bone staff, he could release two at once. Even the number of summoned dark creatures would increase as well.
The delighted Emily was about to say something as she held the documents that Han Shuo had given to her when she suddenly thought of something. She stared fixedly at Han Shuo and spoke urgently, “What organization did you say that this necromancer is from?”
“The Church of Natural Disasters!” Han Shuo started and replied.
Her expression changing drastically, all the color drained from Emily’s face as she spoke to Han Shuo, “Don’t tell anyone you killed Clarendon. I must report this to my brother immediately, especially since it involves the Church of Natural Disasters. Oh, Lawrence came looking for you and wanted you to drop by when you had the time. If you’re careful, you can make your way to him. ”
Emily hastily gave Han Shuo a few more reminders and told him not to tell anyone of his involvement with the Church of Natural Disasters. She then hurriedly left for the secret room with the magic mirror that would enable her to speak with the senior executives of the Dark Mantle.