The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 819 - 574: The Old Woman with the Hemp Bag_2

Chapter 819: Chapter 574: The Old Woman with the Hemp Bag_2

Or perhaps you can use a formula.

Even the Dark Great Mage Diao, who was sealed, hadn’t memorized the formula. He had to search for related illustrated tutorials.

"Found it."

He lightly tapped a magic stone button with his finger, and the dancing magic runes combined randomly, forming a not-so-sturdy lock.

While gesturing, he located each magic rune one by one and then substituted them into the formula by their numbers. After some scribbling on the ground, there was a click, and the satchel was unlocked.

"More tiring than fighting a boss. I hate arithmetic the most."

He flipped the satchel over and gave it a shake towards the ground, causing a lot of items to clatter out immediately.

Four sheepskin scrolls, a book, a magic wand, two keys, and probably an amulet or a badge. In a world with such complex faiths and deities everywhere, it was hard to determine ownership just by looking at a badge.

He checked the magic wand.

"A 3-ring wand?" He discovered in surprise.

It was certain that the Sky Star Magic School was a high-quality area. Things picked up from here could be seen as a divine artifact elsewhere, even better than what he currently had. Still, he needed to take it back for identification, get someone to help test its specific functions, enhance its durability, and preferably embed a few stones.

The first thought upon getting good equipment was definitely to upgrade it well.

Then he opened the sheepskin scrolls.

The handwriting was very clear. The first two scrolls were some kind of formula, and the latter two were letters, apparently asking someone to return books to the library quickly.

"Something was chasing him, then pounced and bit off his face." The peculiar and fragmented mission hooked him to investigate the matter, as the undead always had endless energy.

Regardless, his next target was still the high tower in front.

The journey was not particularly dangerous, and although the road was tough and a bit laborious, he finally made it to the front of the tower after overcoming the obstacles.

Hazel trees were planted around, twisted like drunken men struggling to stay on their feet.

"Thud!" Suddenly, a sound came from the front.

An elderly woman, fully shrouded in ragged sack-like robes, appeared in the distance at some point.

She was about six feet tall, with a burlap sack clinging to her body, showcasing her bulging belly in layers. Her face was hidden under the hood, but two glowing points of crimson were visible through the messy hair.

She held an oil lamp, and the wrinkled skin on her hands reminded him of the bark of the dead trees he had seen in the forest earlier.

However, she did not show a red name, so she was not an enemy.

"Hello." He took the initiative to greet her.

Gripping his magic wand tightly, he was ready to unleash his most powerful magic at the slightest hint of conflict.

She took heavy steps forward, and the flesh under the sack trembled with each step, making it somewhat repulsive.

When he lifted his wand, she stopped as well.

It seemed his action had agitated her, but oddly enough, her gaze remained non-hostile, despite the oppressive feeling.

As a "glass cannon," he couldn’t even handle packs of low-level calamity wolves, needing sufficient distance to feel safe.

Neither moved until the elderly woman spoke with a dry voice.

"You shouldn’t be here."

Her voice was hoarse and sounded extremely painful, like a fishbone lodged in her throat. You could tell she struggled to swallow every time she spoke, yet she continued because of some reason.

"I arrived here by accident and got separated from my companions." The undead gestured, pointing above his head.

Communication was possible.

"This is my tower!"

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to block your path."

They stood in silence for a while until the elderly woman in the sack moved ahead. As she passed by the undead, he felt tense, but there was no scent of blood on her.

A strong sweet fragrance, which made him feel lighter just by smelling it.

"Are you lost?" the elderly woman in the sack asked.

"I initially thought this tower was my target as I came here, and my next target is that magic castle." The undead said truthfully, "My companions are likely heading there too, so we have a high chance of meeting."

"It’s not a good place to go." The elderly woman in the sack grinned.

Being so close, the sealed Dark Great Mage Diao could see her face clearly below the hood—an exaggeratedly large mouth with rows of teeth like steel needles revealed when she smiled.

Chillingly sinister.

He wondered if this mouth could bite off a person’s face, but the answer was uncertain.

"But if you are careful enough, avoiding those things that can hear, you might reach there safely." The elderly woman in the sack restrained her smile, "And always avoid the light."

"Might?"

"Might."

Communication came to another standstill.

They faced each other; the situation didn’t seem that bad.

"People are always escaping from that magic castle." The elderly woman in the sack said, "They bring out the knowledge and treasures, fleeing in panic. If you reach there, you might make a fortune."

"Isn’t this the Sky Star Magic School?" The undead asked, "I thought this whole area counted."

"Of course not. Only that castle counts." The elderly woman in the sack shook her head.

The sealed Dark Great Mage Diao took a step further: "Mind chatting a bit? I’d like to know what happened here and why the entire Sky Star Magic School was lifted off the ground and floats above a huge pit."

"I don’t like talking nonsense." The elderly woman in the sack said, "But you’re lucky today. Come in."

"Thank you." The undead thanked her while mentally agreeing with her. Just hearing her strained voice made him feel like a dulled fishbone was stuck in his throat.

He drank vinegar, took big bites of bread. Regardless, he couldn’t help it, and his throat felt tense.

The elderly woman in the sack opened the tower’s big doors and entered first.

It was very spacious inside, but somewhat dark.

Candles lit up automatically as they entered.

"Magic," the elderly woman in the sack said, "This used to be the tower of a legendary wizard who loved luxury. Are you a wizard too?"

"Yes, a wizard." The sealed Dark Great Mage Diao nodded.

A wizard only skilled in destructive magic, never considering prolonged battles, always using the most powerful spells. If the enemy didn’t die in one strike, he’d be the one to die.

"Welcome, wizard." She said.

"I heard it’s made with the wizard’s hand or something. The magic that materializes your needs, invisible elf servants." The elderly woman in the sack giggled, making one worry she’d catch a Smurf and pop it into her mouth.

Anyway, she would perfectly fit in if she stirred a pot while cackling.

Chairs automatically pulled out, and the undead sat down as she did.

The kettle on the table floated up, gently tilting to pour hot tea, which splashed over the table.

A cloth wiped the spilled tea off the table obediently.

It felt very magical. He’d never seen such meticulous magic elsewhere, perhaps the allure of Sky Star Magic School, a school of wizards.

He took a sip of tea, finding the taste well-balanced.

"May I offer you some advice?" The elderly woman in the sack said, "If you advance towards the magic castle, you will encounter a troublesome group of flying dragons, brown, very fast, with sharp, woodpecker-like beaks, and making sharp cries."

"Flying dragons?" The undead’s interest peaked.

Perhaps he could capture a new mount, no longer needing to ride iron lumps.

"Hazel-nut stew chicken?" she suddenly asked, "The hazelnuts fall from those outside trees. The flavor is rich, but be careful not to swallow your tongue."

"Haha, I’m just hungry." The undead planning to explore some secrets wouldn’t refuse the invitation.

The elderly woman in the sack demonstrated the stew process.

A giant cauldron and a big spoon she stirred with both hands, without cackling fortunately.

The aroma filled the air once the chicken soup was served.

He took a bite, feeling his stamina and magic recovering.

"Delicious!" The undead gave a thumbs up.

"Want to try something else?" The elderly woman in the sack was happy someone appreciated her cooking, "You must be curious why I became like this—because of a dreadful curse."

She was opening up.