Chapter 50 Undead Wizard (2)

“Master, you’re amazing! You took care of both of them all by yourself,” Lauren ran over from the dark side as they met.

As soon as they met, Lauren immediately showered him with flattery.

Lynn remained silent.

Thinking the master might be upset, Lauren hurriedly apologized. He had sneaked around from behind, circled a large distance, and was preparing to ambush from the rear when unexpectedly the enemies surrendered!

Too spineless!

“It’s okay,” Lynn waved his hand.

It was just that the scene from earlier made him, the instigator, feel a bit heavy, but it would probably get better after a while.

Bending down, he picked up the gray soul bead from the ground.

From the stitched monster’s final performance, it might have recovered some memories from its lifetime, perhaps even carried some lingering attachment from its previous existence. However, it didn’t matter anymore—everything had dissipated into thin air. 

The soul bead was a crystallization of memories recorded in a soul.

The collector could repeatedly read the memories inside, much like recalling memories. However, just like memories, the more frequent and extensive the recollection, the more incomplete the contents became.

Walking to the table, Lynn found several pieces of drafting paper with various materials neatly categorized in glass or porcelain vials beside them.

After checking, he was pleased to see that the Blue Kingflowers he needed had been ground into powder. This wasn’t much of an issue, it even saved a step in the process. He just hoped this guy’s craftsmanship wasn’t too shoddy and that the grinding was fine enough.

After careful observation, Lynn was satisfied—the grinding was very fine. The amount of Blue Kingflowers here was enough to make at least twenty vials of Mutation Mental Energy Recovery potions.

With this potion, he would have his “mana potion” in the future.

He took note that these experimental instruments were well-preserved.

When Lynn was casting spells just now, he consciously avoided this area, and so did Roger.

The two wizard apprentices were surprisingly in sync when it came to protecting the experimental instruments. There was a set of specialized grinding tools on the table, and Lynn picked up a shiny white grinding rod made from who knows what kind of bone.

Lynn sat down, asking Lauren to keep an eye on their surroundings.

Placing the soul bead on his forehead, a tingling sensation emanated from the spot.

In his mind, images unfolded like scenes on a large movie screen, rendering everything before him vividly real.

Like fleeting shadows, memories flashed before Lynn’s eyes. Eventually, he finished reading all the memories. There weren’t many life recollections of Roger—perhaps he intended to bury these memories with him in the dust. Instead, various inheritances filled the pages.

Taking out a piece of paper, Lynn transcribed the contents of Roger’s memories onto it.

Roger’s inheritance was relatively intact and not overly complicated.

It was undoubtedly the inheritance of an undead wizard.

This undead wizard was a third-level wizard apprentice.

He had a total of 17 formulas, a wealth of knowledge about necromancy, information on creating undead creatures, and a total of eleven spells.

The plague he created originated from one of the formulas—Rotten Rat Plague Powder.

The rotting rats were mutated rats bred through a Gu¹ cultivation method, harboring contagious toxicity. Through the formula’s modulation, they ultimately evolved into a plague capable of widespread dissemination.

From the scattered memories, Lynn also understood Roger’s motive for creating the plague.

During his mother’s journey to procure medicinal materials in a northern city, she caught the attention of a noble from the Marquis family, who coveted her wealth. Subsequently, a robbery ensued.

All their wealth was plundered, and his mother, in an attempt to protect their possessions, was killed by the assailant. He, too, sustained severe injuries. In a critical condition, he and his mother’s lifeless body were thrown into a mass grave. Through unforeseen circumstances, he inherited the inheritance of the undead wizard, and in order to survive, he underwent the transformation into his current form.

For revenge, he unleashed the plague on the Marquis’ territory. However, after waiting for a long time, there was still no news of the Marquis’ death.

Later investigations revealed that within these noble territories were beings with extraordinary powers. While the plague killed many of the Marquis’ subjects, it proved impossible to take down the Marquis himself.

So, he began creating undead creatures. However, these creatures were only effective against ordinary people—breaking into the Marquis’ territory to kill him was still an insurmountable challenge.

Eventually, another nobleman, who had a longstanding feud with the Marquis, found him through subtle clues and approached him for cooperation.

Much of the crucial information came from the nobleman cooperating with him.

“That fool, I always feel like he’s being used,” Lynn shook his head.

Roger was indeed an unfortunate guy solely focused on revenge. Over the years, he had dedicated himself to seeking vengeance, not even having the time to create magic items according to the memories.

Most of his time was spent learning knowledge and crafting plague potions and undead creatures.

As for spells, Roger had only learned three—’Dark Energy Ray’, ‘Light of Darkness’, and ‘Organ Preservation’. Meditating for three years, Roger’s mental strength could only sustain him to cast five spells in a short time. Learning a single spell took almost a month, so after acquiring three spells, he decided not to learn more. After all, one Dark Energy Ray was sufficient to claim the life of an ordinary person.

Other than these memories, there wasn’t much valuable loot.

Lynn observed and learned along the way, including the sight of the stitched monsters he encountered in the village during his initial migration south.

All of this indicated that the experimental results of Roger hadn’t been used on enemies by the nobleman he cooperated with, but rather for some other purpose.

Even the so-called adversarial relationship between the Marquis and the nobleman who cooperated with him couldn’t be confirmed.

Lynn cleared up the experiment table placed in the central hall and transferred it to the Alchemy Laboratory. Then, in the dungeons, he placed Roger’s undead materials into the Alchemy Laboratory.

However, there were some things Lynn found hard to accept.

For example, looking at the foul-smelling pit before him, housing hundreds of filthy and damp giant rats. Each rat was larger than the average rat. Besides the living rats, the dead ones outnumbered them, with many revealing eerie white bones, and decaying maggots wriggling in their flesh.

Lynn averted his gaze.

If he were to place these things into the Alchemy Laboratory, the laboratory would probably become unusable.

Using the little remaining mental energy, Lynn cast two Minor Fireball spells into the pit, incinerating all the rats inside.

Roger had left fourteen tubes of Rotting Rat Plague Powder—Lynn didn’t need those rats anyway.

Anyway, if there was a need for large-scale cultivation, the methods for cultivation were already stored in his mind.

After leaving the dungeon, Lynn returned home.

First, he meditated to restore his mental strength. Tonight, he had expended a considerable amount of mental energy, but fortunately, through this period of meditation and daily practice, Lynn’s mental strength had made significant progress.

After a night of meditation, Lynn was pleasantly surprised to find that his mental strength seemed to have become more solid. Once his mental strength was restored, Lynn lit an oil lamp and placed it on the table. He bowed his head to transcribe the contents of the soul bead.

For unclear content, he would read it again using the soul bead and continue transcribing. As the use of the soul bead was limited, Lynn took advantage of every opportunity to memorize all the knowledge inside, starting with the most concise and essential formulas.

By the time morning arrived, Lynn extinguished the oil lamp, opened the curtains, and let the sunlight in from outside.

“Phew,” Lynn shook his hand, feeling a bit sore.

But he had to quickly remember the contents, mainly the eleven spells that Roger remembered. Among these eleven spells, apart from one one-ring spell, the remaining ten were all zero-ring spells, and except for the Sleeping Curse, all were spells he hadn’t collected before.

Faced with so many spells, even Lynn felt a bit overwhelmed. Learning all of them would take a considerable amount of time, even for him.

As for the one-ring spell, it required more than 400 nodes.

Lynn only glanced at it, and his scalp tingled. The complex and challenging structure of the spell was far beyond the comparison of zero-ring spells.

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1. TL/N: In ancient China, “养蛊” (yǎng gǔ) refers to the practice of nurturing or breeding poisonous insects, particularly for the purpose of using them in various mystical or harmful ways. The term is often associated with a form of folk Taoist sorcery or occult practices. Practitioners believed in harnessing the power of venomous creatures, such as snakes, scorpions, or insects, and using them for both offensive and defensive purposes, such as creating poisons or curses. This concept is rooted in traditional Chinese folklore and mysticism and is not a scientifically validated or endorsed practice. ↩︎

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