Chapter 246
Chapter 246: Just you? Are you worthy?
This magic staff was made of an unknown material. It was greyish-brown in color and felt rough to the touch. The staff was about one meter long, and its upper part was diamond shaped. The three amethysts were palm-sized. They emitted a beautiful bright light and sparkled as if containing water ripples. The three amethysts looked like three miniature lakes at a glance, and were placed in a triangular formation.
Ancients script were as dense as a bunch of tadpoles in the ancient, handwritten notebook. These two things had been unexpectedly embedded within the tombstone! One could tell that they were very valuable with just a single glance. They could even be the relics of Ayermike Cotton himself.
Han Shuo held the two items in hand, taking a deep look, and then unceremoniously put them into the space ring. He flicked a glance around and saw the fragmented rocks of the tombstone sparkling with different colors. He couldn’t help but feel surprised and carefully assessed each one.
“Mhm, scarletheart iron and whitelight silver ores. I hadn’t thought that the tombstone was refined from these strange ores. No wonder I couldn’t see through the material!” Han Shuo softly exclaimed. He picked up some of the broken stones and identified them.
The surface of the tombstone had actually been refined from several strange ores smelted together. However, after the Demonslayer Edge had broken it apart, the interior revealed ores that hadn’t completely melted, many of which were still raw ores. Looking at the magic staff and notebook, one would understand that it wasn’t because the refiner of this tombstone was lacking in ability. They definitely did this on purpose, for fear of ruining the items inside if they completely refined all the ores.
What happened in this forbidden land five hundred years ago? Why was Ayermike Cotton here? Why was his tombstone here? Han Shuo didn’t know and didn’t care. What he wanted was to collect anything of value here before leisurely leaving this area.
After placing the magic staff and ancient notebook into the space ring, Han Shuo also unceremoniously did the same with the raw ores. He then walked to the pit where little skeleton and the earth elite zombie were, closing his eyes and placed his hand on each of the bones containing the strange energy.
In a blink of an eye, roughly ten white jade-like bones were also shoved into the space ring by Han Shuo. Seeing their hard earned bones taken away by him, the little skeleton and earth elite zombie weren’t at all angry. They even expressed joy, as if the more he took, the more honored they became.
When he took a look around the whole area, there were no longer any complete skeletons. In the pit, the little skeleton and earth elite zombie were excitedly picking things up here and there. Like two small porters, they held the bunch of bones under their arms, on their backs, and in their hands.
“It makes no difference if the necromancy major takes the test or not! What can their students accomplish?!” Phillide, the strongest student in the dark major, sneered disdainfully at the approaching necromancy major students.
All of the dark major students, who were standing nearby, joined in and laughed loudly, each one louder than the one before, as if they feared the necromancy students wouldn’t be able to hear.
“Phillide, don’t use such a loud voice within the testing field!” The dean of the dark major, archmage Deo, had a bland smile on his face, as he softly chided the clamor Phillide and the bunch of brats had created. He didn’t look the least bit serious.
Be it the necromancy major students or teachers like Fanny and Gene, all could see that Deo’s smile held a trace of delight and indulgence. Han Shuo had stomped on both the light major and the dark major last time at the competition. As the head of the dark major, Deo had lost a great deal of face and naturally didn’t hold any bit of goodwill towards the necromancy major.
“I know, dean!” Phillide chuckled off to the side as he answered. He then ridiculed, “Looking at the necromancy department taking test, isn’t that interesting?”
“True. We’ve nothing to do anyways. Let’s stay and watch!” All of the students, who’d been stomped by Han Shuo last time, chimed in to agree with Phillide, rapt interest on their faces. They looked at the first person coming up to take the test, Athena, as if they were watching clowns walk up stage.
“I heard that it’s this stupid woman’s fourth attempt to take the test. If she still can’t advance to novice mage, she might as well go die already. What an embarrassment!” Phillide smiled, ridiculing viciously.
“Phillide, and who the hell do you think you are?! If Bryan were here, he definitely will rip your mouth off!” Lisa couldn’t listen to those words and couldn’t help but snap at Phillide.
“Humph! How could that brat have run around so arrogantly! If I hadn’t had a stomachache last time? Heh heh, now that my body has recovered, it’s time to settle the debt, but he’s disappeared for half a year. Doesn’t this explain it all?” In the last competition, Han Shuo indeed participated in Phillide’s stead. The former had done so with a bang, making Phillide lose all face. He’d even been scolded by Deo. He still felt indignant about it even now, not wanting to be the least bit inferior than others.
“Oh, so you say I’m hiding from you? Just you? Are you worthy?” Han Shuo’s shadow appeared like a ghost. A blue magic robe adorned his tall body, an odd smile hung on his face. He walked measuringly into the testing field, raising his voice as he said, “I’ve return this time to graduate ahead of schedule. Today, I will take my final test at the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force.”