Chapter 335 - A Hidden Coffin
Chapter 335: A Hidden Coffin
Angor hoped that the magnificent creature would leave.
But the truth disappointed him soon enough. The serpent looked back again. It did not make a sound, but those plain yet meaningful eyes already told Angor what it wanted.
“Alright alright, I’ll follow you,” Angor said with a sigh. Previously, he felt safe when the Aster Barrier could help him escape wizard-level monsters. However, he didn’t expect to run into one for real!
“Hey, Toby. Can you leave first and help me scout the area?” Angor tried to persuade Toby into leaving.
But the bird remained still on his top hat.
The serpent was swimming along with the water flow as well. Angor wasn’t foolish enough to actually believe that a monster would be friendly to him, so he kept the Aster Barrier activated while he observed the surroundings to find a way out of the situation.
The waterway was broad and dark. It was easy to lose one’s direction here. And his Light couldn’t let him see very far. He hadn’t ascertained whether the area above the water was the outside or another cave again.
He looked at the mark and checked the black serpent beside him again.
“… This, is you?” He asked the sad snake in a small voice.
The serpent glanced at him without speaking, which was totally expected. Then it slowly climbed down along the stone wall.
At least it did not deny Angor’s question. Angor was now almost certain that the strange marks indicated this snake.
But using a real serpent as the signature of something? He quickly thought about certain wicked cult groups.
A devoted doctor always vowed to steer away from cults and whatnot when he started his career. Did this mean these doctors believed that the serpent was special? Their spiritual beliefs?
As he wondered, the serpent climbed back up again, and this time, it brought something with it.
Angor already noticed that the creature was searching for something down below. Looked like it succeeded.
And he was surprised yet again to see a coffin.
It was made from glossy, black oil wood, which was a very rare material that could stay in good condition even though it was in a bad atmosphere for thousands of years. Mortals usually used this thing to make coffins, while wizards only considered it a low-level magic plant. It was also the best axle bearing substitute in machine alchemy.
The coffin was black apart from its cover, which was pure white. The cover also had a “serpent-entwined rod” mark on it.
The serpent placed the coffin down and slowly nudged it toward Angor.
Then it kept staring at him quietly. Those reptilian eyes displayed faint, yet truthful emotion.
Pleading.
“You want me to help you bury it?” Angor looked at the coffin in confusion.
At the same time, he tried putting a hand on the wood.
Something suddenly came up.
The coffin began to shake madly, and the coffin lid twitched as if an unwilling and alive victim were trying to get out.
“Zombie?” Angor quickly retracted his hand and stayed alert.
By certain means, a dead body whose soul was left behind could become “alive” again in the form of a “ghoul”. However, a body without a soul could also become a “zombie”.
Either of those was a low-level monster which didn’t help wizards much. Wizards preferred experimenting on live specimens and turning them into puppets. For example, the infamous wizard in the southern wizarding region “Puppet Master” Bogula loved to craft beautiful lady puppets from live women.
Angor frowned at his own words. “No… A zombie at least needed a body. It has been a thousand years. Is there a Wanderer Skeleton inside that coffin then?”