Super Righteous Player
Chapter 854 - 392: The Dancer of Death’s Throat

Chapter 854: Chapter 392: The Dancer of Death’s Throat

Even as they walked among the ruins of the Elves from a thousand years ago, Maria and her companions did not feel oppressed or fearful.

The place was so damaged that it was impossible to recognize any signs of a city. It looked like the remnants of an ancient civilization from thousands of years ago, walls crumbled and broken, or like a city washed over by missiles after a war. The original shapes of the buildings were almost unrecognizable.

It was even hard to tell whether a fallen wall was originally from here, half-disappeared, or if it had flown in from somewhere else.

"That is..."

Maria suddenly froze, stopping in her tracks.

The wind around her brought her more messages.

A very light whispering sound emerged by her ear. It was the remnants of something invisible... the influence named "Whispers of Elegance."

It felt as though a breeze brushed past her ear—Maria’s hair moved as if by itself.

She turned around and saw that atop what looked like a tombstone wall they had just passed, there sat a quiet, pure white girl ghost.

They hadn’t noticed anyone there when they had passed by earlier.

It was a young elf girl with silver-white long hair.

She wore a white dress that revealed only her left shoulder and arm, with the hem about ten centimeters above her knees, and her slender pure white right arm was covered with a cute sleeve that hid half the palm, while her left side not only exposed her shoulder but also faintly showed her delicate waist.

The ghost girl was playfully giggling, and a light, airy laughter echoed in the air.

—If the ghost sitting on the tombstone had been a bit uglier or more menacing, it might have been a terrifying scene.

But because the ghost girl was too cute, it instead made the blue haunting ruins around her seem almost dreamlike, almost enchanting.

She looked at Maria, her expression somewhat dazed and confused, as if she was seriously pondering something.

"When did..."

Salvatore muttered.

The unexpected sight made him subconsciously raise his guard—he had been here not just once or twice. When Salvatore was still an apprentice, Master Benjamin often sent him here to collect influences.

For institutions like the Wizard’s Tower, which had a master-apprentice tradition, students were essentially synonymous with errand runners and manual laborers.

Much like how Salvatore used to help his mentor create black fire and green fire, transporting influences was also considered a "task the mentors couldn’t be bothered with" but still needed someone to do.

Yet Salvatore had been here many times.

He had never seen a ghost of an elf left from the past...

In lessons at Heath Tower of Black, it had been explained that the essence of a specimen storage is to preserve the souls of Elves from the past and use those souls to construct a communal nightmare. In this communal nightmare, they stored a perpetual nightmare—any visitor who met the requirements could enter and conduct necessary investigations.

This could carry more content than the information recorded in books and preserve information longer than that carved on stone tablets.

It was like a "specimen" formed from a segment of history.

And in such a place... how could a solitary soul exist?

The souls of the elves had long been used to build nightmares. Any extraction of a soul would lead to instability in the "specimen storage"... even collapse. However, whether through rituals or spells, directly affecting the information retained in the dream realm was almost impossible.

In other words.

This elf girl was not a soul from within this specimen storage!

She was an outsider, a later elf... who died here.

And because of the unique power of the specimen storage, she remained here.

... But why then, over these past few centuries, had the wizards who visited Heath Tower of Black to extract influences... never seen her?

If it was because she feared, distrusted human wizards and thus always hid,

Why would she appear here now?

"Who are you?"

Salvatore asked warily, "I haven’t seen you around here."

He reached down to his belt to grasp a potion bottle—unfortunately, he wasn’t carrying any potions for combating spiritual bodies, nor did he have any materials for constructing a ritual to do so.

—But he couldn’t show weakness.

At the very least, he needed to appear formidable... If the other party harbored ill intentions, perhaps they would find it too troublesome and just run away.

"You haven’t seen me, but I have seen you quite a few times."

The ghostly girl sitting atop the ruins spoke with interest, "It must have been ten years ago? Back then, you were so naive and silly... about this tall."

As she spoke, she lifted her foot and kicked at the air.

She indicated that Salvatore back then wasn’t as tall as her foot was now.

"Were you scared of ghosts back then... Are you still scared now?"

She asked with a smile.

Salvatore immediately puffed up like a blowfish, "Who’s afraid of ghosts? I was—"

"Are you... Bofis?"

Kafney suddenly interrupted Salvatore’s words.

She also turned her head around, sizing up the ghostly girl, and then her eyes lit up in recognition.

A joyful smile bloomed on Bofis’s face, "Indeed! I wasn’t wrong..."

She turned back eagerly and asked, "Did Xitan Pulan’s sister send you here?"

"...Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Kafney, who had been about to explain their origin, was taken aback, "How did you recognize us?"

"You and your sister both have the same scent!"

Bofis said, then no longer sat on the gravestone but floated over excitedly.

Salvatore immediately tensed up, about to speak, when Maria grabbed his arm—her strength was so great it surpassed Salvatore’s imagination, even his instinctual struggle didn’t move his arm at all.

Maria seemed to notice something, shaking her head indicating that he should keep his mouth shut.

Salvatore was about to say something but Maria tugged on his arm again.

He immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.

Like a butterfly, she circled around Kafney, then hesitantly asked, "Where is Xitan Pulan’s sister?"

"She, um..."

Kafney hesitated.

She didn’t exactly know the answer to that question. If Lin Yiyi were still here, she could have answered.

However, Lin Yiyi had already talked about this issue. During their journey here, Lin Yiyi had mentioned it.

"She said she hasn’t mastered ’The Dancer of the Throat of Death’ from the Divine Arts, so she doesn’t dare to come and see you yet."

Kafney comforted, "When she masters that art, she will come to fetch you."

"Really!"

Bofis’s eyes brightened instantly.

Kafney hesitated for a moment then nodded, "Yes!"

Based on her understanding of Lin Yiyi.

There should be... about two-thirds truth in her words.

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