Super Righteous Player
Chapter 967 - 25 Isaac II

Chapter 967: Chapter 25 Isaac II

"The most important matter has been discussed," Tower Master Hugo’s entire demeanor had clearly relaxed a great deal, "I have some nice things here I’d like to share with you."

"Nice things, you say? Then bring them out and let’s have a look!"

Annan’s eyes lit up as he half-jokingly encouraged Hugo.

Hugo and the Soul Reaping Monk belonged to the same era. Although he appeared to be a young man in his early twenties, in reality he was probably around seventy or eighty.

Considering Tower Master Hugo’s discernment, if he was specifically mentioning something to Annan at this time, it was very likely an extraordinary treasure that would be rare anywhere else.

Although Annan wasn’t too interested in his legacy—after all, he was "bricked into" the Heath Tower of Black in his twenties, lived a life without children, and in the end, all his legacy had to be left to Salvatore.

What was meant for Salvatore, Annan could basically get his hands on.

"Indeed, it’s something good."

These weren’t Hugo’s words.

A somewhat unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar voice rose from outside the door.

As the "elevator" door opened, a tall young man with white hair and green eyes emerged from the transparent tube.

His creamy white curly hair gave off a soft impression, and the emerald pupils were reminiscent of a cat’s gaze. Instead of the Heath Tower of Black’s signature "black and red" robe, he was wearing a pure white, tailored outfit, which made one think of princes from fairy tales.

A pure white jacket, pure white tailored pants, pure white boots—it seemed as though his entire being was aglow. Except for a few silver runes embroidered on him, the only other decorations were the plentiful gemstones hanging on his collar, around his waist, and on his right sleeve cuff.

All were made of thin slices of emerald, the edges even specifically smoothed out, resembling a type of brooch.

Triangles, squares, pentagrams, hexagrams, heptagrams—using these five shapes as templates, numerous gemstone slices as thin and the size of a milk piece dangled on fine silver chains.

He sounded like a living wind chime.

Whenever he walked, he would produce a clear clinking sound.

Annan recognized the young man’s face after a few seconds and suddenly realized, "You are... Lord Isaac?"

This was one of the trophies he had received from him during the confrontation with the Soul Reaping Monk.

Taken from the grave of the world’s first transformation wizard, Nicholas’s mentor and foster father, the "Jade Record" Isaac Flamel’s thought-form—used by the Soul Reaping Monk to construct an artificial spiritual body.

"’The true soul of the ’Jade Record’ has long since dissipated," Isaac explained. "I am but a false pretense. I possess part of the former ’Jade Record’ Isaac Flamel’s memories, filled with many eroded souls... nothing more than a cotton-stuffed human skin doll.

"It just so happens that this ridiculous puppet is still of some use to someone. And thanks to Mr. Hugo’s skillful hands, I am barely clinging to life in this world..."

Isaac harshly assessed himself, "Fortunately, the wizard who made my body was rather adept. I don’t end up living too unpleasantly."

He sat unceremoniously with one leg crossed on Hugo’s desk.

Looking at Annan, Isaac felt somewhat nostalgic for a moment, "Seeing Your Majesty reminds me of Miss Paper Princess..."

"You’ve met Paper Princess too?"

Annan looked up at Isaac, who was now seated at the corner of the desk to his right.

"Yes, I admire her."

Isaac smiled and his tone softened a bit, "But I really have no talent for the arts. So that’s all it is—admiration."

"...I have a question."

Annan paused for a moment before asking softly, "Sir Isaac... Are you here of your own free will?"

"Don’t call me sir. I’m not Sir Isaac Flamel. I am merely a puppet with some of his memories."

Isaac stretched out his index finger, placing it in front of his lips.

His lips curled into a charming smile, "I’ve named myself Isaac the Second—has kind of a déjà vu feel, doesn’t it?"

"...You seem quite spirited."

Annan was a bit helpless.

"Of course, doing odd jobs at the Heath Tower of Black is certainly better than living under the Soul Reaping Monk. It’s not as muddleheaded, and I get to do some trivial research... read books, tinker with mechanisms."

Isaac sighed, "Time really flies. A little over a hundred years ago, I was the wisest man in the world... Now, it seems I can’t even compare to those children."

After finishing his sentence, he organized his thoughts before quietly speaking, "Of course, I volunteered to stay. To be precise, I came to request from Tower Master Hugo to purchase a ’vessel’ capable of containing my soul."

Isaac revealed a smile tinged with melancholy and solitude.

"...Although it’s meaningless. I still hope to repay my son... to make up for something to Nicholas."

He liked to call his adopted son Nicholas by the name Nicola.

Sir Isaac, like Tower Master Hugo, had no children of his own.

Or rather, many Tower Masters are the same—the Wizard’s Towers select them as heirs not just for their intellect and talent. Passion, perseverance, determination... these, too, are considered parts of talent.

To repay Nicholas’s debt...

Annand reflected thoughtfully.

"After you finish this month’s lessons and have administered tests to the children, follow His Majesty Annan for the time being."

Hugo commanded the golem named "Isaac the Second."

Then, he explained to Annan, "The inheritance of the Heath Tower of Black isn’t completed overnight. He should need a long period of spirit sleep... at least half a month. By then, I will already be dead.

"And Isaac the Second, he has the authority of a senior teacher and can utilize the resources of the Heath Tower of Black during this time; he is also a ’Jade Record’ of Gold-tier profession, capable of protecting you and the Heath Tower of Black, as well as teaching Saul how to use the ’Flame Pilferer’ abilities.

"If you need a trustworthy transformation wizard, you might consider asking Isaac. He is not the true Sir Isaac, so you need not feel any undue pressure... you have no objections, do you?"

The last sentence was Hugo turning his head to inquire of Isaac.

Isaac, with a smiling expression, replied, "Of course not... I am honored.

"His Majesty Annan looks like a good kid. I would not let anyone harm him, not even at the cost of this illusory life."

He said it with absolute certainty.

It was not merely an oath of courtesy or ritual.

Annan couldn’t help but take a breath and purse his lips.

Was it an illusion?

It always felt like Mr. Isaac’s initial favor toward him was slightly too high...

"There’s one last thing... It’s this."

Tower Master Hugo spoke in a low voice.

The slender shadow bent down and took Annan’s hand, gently placing an odd gem in it.

At the moment it touched his hand, Annan suddenly received a prompt:

[Detected an unpurified Nightmare Shard]

[Level Requirement: Silver-tier]

[Profession Requirement: Must possess a Wizard profession]

[Special Requirements: Must master Soul Reaping spells, own a spiritual body servant]

[Requirements met, entering nightmare in ten seconds, ten, nine...]

Aannan immediately set it down on the table.

—He recognized it at a glance for what it was.

Indeed, it was the right eye of the "Soul Container Monk" Bernadino—not a fleshy eyeball, but a spherical gem set within the eye socket.

"This is Bernadino’s nightmare."

Hugo said in a low voice, "I apologize for my slip of the tongue. This nightmare has a special attribute; I cannot enter this Twisted Tier nightmare... I can only reduce its difficulty significantly through a special skill. Now, even if you fail the nightmare, it will not cause any damage—this is the limit of what I can do."

"It’s fine... rather, it’s better this way."

Annand curved his lips slightly upward, "I prefer exploring nightmares by myself. It makes me understand their lives better.

"I have always believed that the purifiers of nightmares... are the tombstones inscribed with the deceased’s life story. I am willing to be such a tombstone."

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