Chapter 321 - 321 Compensation

321 Compensation

In the dim corridor, despite the unchanging temperature, an icy gust swept through, sending s.h.i.+vers down the spine.

His initial urge was to reach into his pocket and grasp Mr. Ks finger. Yet, he held back, mindful of the unfamiliar territory that was the Southern Continent. Mr. K might not sense the use of his finger, so Lumian suppressed his instinct.

Franca reacted swiftly too. A small mirror materialized in her palm. Jenna, less experienced, didnt grasp the scenes significance, but her instincts told her it wasnt a positive development.

It was akin to the spooky tales told in bar dance halls to frighten young girls!

Sallent, avoiding the dim oil lamps gaze, briskly moved past Jenna and Franca, making a beeline for the pitch-black wooden door to the bas.e.m.e.nt. He paid Lumian no attention.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sounds of impact echoed from the tombs on either side. It wasnt clear if sarcophagus lids had been struck or heavy stone doors pounded.

Sallents expression s.h.i.+fted, and he bolted out.

In the silent bas.e.m.e.nt, the echoes of the pounding lingered. Lumian and the others hurried after the mystic potion store owner, easily overtaking him.

At that very moment, the pitch-black wooden door creaked shut abruptly.

Seeing this, Franca sprinted forward and flung the mirror out the door.

A resonant crack marked the mirrors collision with the wooden door, fragments scattering across the floor.

Lumian and Franca came to a halt simultaneously, their attention on Sallent. Jenna, still in motion, comprehended and made the same choice.

In the eerily dim corridor, Sallent, decked in a blue coat with gold accents, stood frozen, his pale face tinged with a sickly green hue.

The pounding from the tombs persisted, its reverberations shaking everyone present to the core.

Sallent trembled visibly, muttering to himself, Were done for. Were all finished

Franca inquired swiftly yet composedly, Whats going on?

Only by grasping the core issue could she devise a swift and effective strategy!

Seemingly detached from his own senses, Sallent didnt answer. He half-mumbled, Were done for. Were all finished

Before he could complete his thought, the entire bas.e.m.e.nt quivered.

The dark-green flames that had shrunk to the size of rice grains flickered noticeably in the same direction.

Its awake! Its awake!

Sallent remained unresponsive, repeating his panicked cry, Its awake! Its awake!

Seeing that the mystic potion store owner was clearly in a state of extreme horror and not in his right mind, Franca decisively abandoned her attempts to ask him for information and took out a mirror.

Her plan was to use Magic Mirror Divination to swiftly a.s.sess the current situation.

Even if the divinations response wasnt crystal clear and required interpretation, it was still better than being completely clueless!

In a matter of moments, Franca completed the incantation and witnessed an aqueous light emanating from the mirror.

Just as she was preparing to gather her thoughts and formulate appropriate questions to obtain corresponding answers, Lumian, who had been standing silently beside her, suddenly spoke up. Did it work?

It did. I can perform the divination, Franca cooperatively responded, although she was puzzled by Lumians actions.

Lumian immediately broke into a grin.

No need for questions.

Uh Franca was caught off guard before she grasped Lumians intention.

Just then, the bas.e.m.e.nt shook once more. Sallent, the mystic potion store owner, was so overcome with fear that his voice turned high-pitched.

Its here! Its here!

Were going to die!

In the next heartbeat, Lumian seized his shoulder.

Simultaneously, Lumian firmly held Jennas arm with his other hand, while Franca hooked her arm around his shoulder like a bro.

An eerie light s.h.i.+mmered through the crevices of their clothing, and the four of them materialized outside the bas.e.m.e.nt, standing before the pitch-black wooden door adorned with intricate and enigmatic symbols.

Its here! Its here!

Were going to die!

Sallents cries of despair still echoed in the air.

Lumian cast an appraising glance at the mystic potion store owner, pondering whether to utilize the Niese Face to transform into a mummy and give him a scare.

Therapeutic provocation had its merits too!

However, considering his waning spirituality and the prudence of revealing too many abilities to a stranger, Lumian ultimately shelved the prank idea.

Jenna swung her right palm, delivering a resounding slap to Sallents face, leaving him bewildered. He gazed at the woman before him, utterly perplexed.

Franca and Lumian exchanged speechless glances, unsure how to react to this unexpected turn of events.

As the pitch-black door and the bas.e.m.e.nt walls swayed gently, the cacophony outside abruptly subsided.

Jenna felt the weight of their gazes and mumbled, Isnt this how they wake them up? Thats how they would bring back my neighbor when she lost control of her emotions.

It wasnt madness. In the factory district, people had their own practical remedies. More often than not, they did the trick, though occasionally they proved ineffective.

Of course, if he were part of her family, she wouldnt dare try it. Shed seek professional a.s.sistance instead.

Franca snapped out of her reverie and commended sincerely, Well done.

Several moments elapsed, and Sallents gaze cleared.

Instinctively, he scanned their surroundings and exclaimed in surprise, Were outside? When did we get out?

When you were screaming were going to die, were going to die, Lumian retorted with an annoying tone.

He then raised an eyebrow and inquired with a deep intonation, Who were you saying was about to wake up?

Sallents expression s.h.i.+fted multiple times before he stammered, A genuine ancient mummy. It slumbers deep within the tomb and occasionally stirs. It only woke up a few days ago. Why did it wake up so quickly

Normally, there was a rough timeframe for how long the mummy remained awake. According to Sallents experience, it would be at least another month before it awoke again. That was why he dared to bring Lumian and the others into the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Unexpectedly, an accident occurred!

What caused the ancient mummy to awaken prematurely? Lumian directed a thoughtful gaze at Franca, as if silently asking her if she wished to consider obtaining the genuine ancient mummy.

Franca comprehended his inquiry and shook her head, indicating that it wasnt necessary.

The mummys ashes were merely supplementary ingredients. The ones formed the year before were still usable. There was no need to risk dealing with what seemed to be a perilous ent.i.ty.

Lumian withdrew his gaze and pushed through the headache gnawing at his temples. He turned to Sallent and grinned.

I dont care if its last years mummy or an ancient one awakening. There are two things I know for sure.

First, I saved your life. Second, we were scared out of our wits and nearly met our end down there.

So, you owe me a thank-you present and compensation for the mental strain. How much do you think is fair? Keep in mind, I only want gold.

With the memory of owing the Armored Shadow and Mr. Fool a total of 100,000 verl dor in gold, Lumian was keen on seizing every opportunity to ama.s.s funds.

As the tumult behind the pitch-black wooden door gradually settled, Sallent heaved a sigh of relief and responded, How about 1,000 verl dor? Thats all the gold I have on hand.

His heart ached at the thought of parting with the money, but he acknowledged Lumians point. Without their intervention, hed have met his end in that bas.e.m.e.nt, becoming fodder for the mummy.

Moreover, the group had demonstrated significant prowess. Rejecting their request outright seemed like a risky proposition.

Agreed. Lumian didnt push for more or attempt to haggle.

As the quartet made their way toward the stairs leading to the warehouse, Franca lowered her left hand and surrept.i.tiously let something slip into the shadowy corner.

After obtaining 1,000 verl dor in gold coins, gold nuggets, and jewelry, Lumian, Franca, and Jenna exited the Highland Mystic Potion Shop.

Franca glanced back at the shop and let out a wry chuckle. Tsk, all this trouble, and we ended up with a mummys hand and an additional 500 verl dor.

Without waiting for Lumians response, she queried with a grin, Are you running short on funds again? You used to save people without expecting payment. They could give it or not.

Have you switched to the Spectators Pathway? Lumian teased, nodding in agreement. The special contract I mentioned involves sacrificing 100,000 verl dor worth of gold within a set timeframe after the pact is made.

100,000 verl dor? Jennas understanding of monetary matters had undergone quite a transformation since entering the world of mysticism.

Based on what she knew, even someone like Ciel didnt possess as much liquid wealth as her. Yet, he dared to acc.u.mulate a debt of 100,000 verl dor just for a contract granting access to those special abilities.

Franca clicked her tongue and inquired, Why didnt you teleport us right to the door from the start? The bas.e.m.e.nt door wasnt closed then, so no mishaps would have occurred.

Dont you think its more dramatic to do it at the last moment? Lumian retorted with a question.

Naturally, the actual reason was that he had recently gained the ability to traverse the spirit world and hadnt ingrained a reflex to use it. When the pitch-black wooden door in the bas.e.m.e.nt shut, he had been hesitant to attempt teleporting for fear of it failing.

Later, Franca successfully completed her Magic Mirror Divination. Through it, Lumian confirmed his ability to remain connected to the outside world within the seal, which allowed him to make the definitive teleportation.

Amid Franca and Jennas baffled expressions, Lumian ma.s.saged his aching head and announced, Lets find an inn. I need to rest and restore my spirituality.

Okay. Franca wasnt in a hurry to secure an inn. Instead, she turned into an empty alley and produced an ornate makeup mirror.

Why are you using divination? Jenna queried inquisitively.

Francas lips curled into a smile.

Im using it to divine the reflection in my other mirror.

Seeing Jennas perplexity, she elucidated, I left a small mirror that looks like a shard outside that bas.e.m.e.nt.

With that, Franca caressed the mirror and chanted an incantation.

Before long, the mirror projected an image: Sallent, the mystic potion store proprietor, stood before the pitch-black wooden door, his posture hunched as he cried out, Only death endures forever!