Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 131 Fishing
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In the quiet mansion, the sound of the door falling was too loud.

“Wow, what’s going on here? Are you, are you being blackmailed?! Run away, Xiao Li, Ceci!”

The Bathing Goddess, who seemed a little flustered, gave these instructions.

"Even if he's an adventurer, he shouldn't be so unreasonable."

Ritas said this while carefully observing the things in the mansion.

As a base for an adventure group, the mansion itself was indeed a little too quiet. According to Hania's description, the size of the White Cat Adventure Group had exceeded ten people as early as a week ago.

Previously, they went to the Adventurer's Guild as the client to make some inquiries. The result was that the White Cat Adventure Group was idle recently. It was just that they didn't know why they hadn't been active for a while, so the guild was not sure whether they would accept the commission.

Unless the entire adventure group temporarily embarked on an expedition to a maze in another area, the current state of this mansion is obviously abnormal.

"As expected, it's better for us to leave first. My family taught me not to stay in a place where the door will fall down if you push it."

Cecilia, who also smelled the uneasy atmosphere in the mansion, said so.

"Why would your family teach such a thing?"

Ritas said this and gave up the idea of continuing to inquire.

As a law-abiding adventurer, you cannot run into someone else's private residence without permission, even if the other party's door collapses.

The adventure group's base mansion has been emptied, the adventure group has not been active for a while, and the adventure group's honorary leader is being hunted down. What is happening to the White Cat Adventure Group?
If it was just the friction between the adventure groups, Ritas would not be interested. But the White Cat Adventure Group was related to the mysterious white blade.

Whether it was the white disc or the white blade, Ritas really wanted to find out their origins.

Take the white disc as an example, Ritas also traced its origin, but the results were almost nothing.

The disc was something he had bought unintentionally in the downtown area of Spring City. Although he later found the person who sold him the disc, the other party only said that he had picked up the disc in the suburbs of the city. As for the place where he picked up the white disc, there was nothing special about it.

If the seller of the disc mysteriously disappeared, this clue might still be uncovered. However, it is this kind of ordinary, impeccable coincidence that completely breaks the clue to the origin of the white disc.

Therefore, looking for clues from the white blade, which is probably the same origin as the white disc, is the only option for Ritas who wants to find the source.

Just as Ritas was walking back while thinking about what to do next, a voice suddenly called them from behind.

"You two, please wait a moment—"

Following the sound, a figure chased out from the vicinity of the White Cat Adventure Group's mansion.

He was a middle-aged man with a slightly plump figure and large facial features. That was the first impression he left on Ritas.

"You two, are you here to ask for a commission from the White Cat Adventure Group? Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a member of the White Cat Adventure Group, my name is Ona. I am usually responsible for the logistics work in the adventure group."

The middle-aged man who called himself Ona said this and took out his adventurer badge. On it, his name and the three-leaf logo were engraved.

There was silence for about a second.

Then, a scene occurred that almost made the Bathing Goddess scream.

"Even the adventurers in charge of logistics are three-leaf-level adventurers? Sure enough, the White Cat Adventure Group is very powerful."

Ritas said this to Ona with a smile that seemed to be overwhelmed with joy.

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"Thank you so much. Anyone can become an adventurer of Sanye's level as long as they have been adventurers for a long enough time."

"As expected, you are an adventure group that has grown and gained a great reputation in a short period of time. It is worth my personal visit. However, is your adventure group not active now? I heard in the guild that your adventure group is the only one among the big adventure groups that has free time recently, so I came here. However, where is your adventure group stationed?"

Ritas looked at Ona with confusion.

"Well, it's like this. As you can see, our base mansion is already quite old. Recently, rats have started to infest it. So, the leader decided to spend some time renovating the entire mansion. Except for the members who go out to purchase supplies, we now live nearby."

Ona explained with a kind smile on his face.

"I see. So, is your adventure group accepting any commissions in the near future?"

As Ritas spoke, he moved the white disk that he had been holding in his right hand to his left hand. Ona's eyes followed it subconsciously.

"Yes! Of course I will!"

Ona said hurriedly, and perhaps after he felt that his behavior was a little abnormal, he added,

"Ha, ha, ha, to be honest, we adventurers lack long-term planning, which means it took longer than expected to transport materials from other places to renovate the mansion. It's good to have a short vacation, but if we don't work, we won't be able to live."

Ona found an excuse that he thought was reasonable, but it was obviously full of loopholes on Ritas's side, and perhaps it could only deceive the goddess of the bath.

"Oh, can we talk somewhere else? My request is quite complicated."

"Yes, yes, of course. After all, this is a commission that can only be handled by a large adventure group, so it's only natural that it's a bit complicated."

Ona nodded repeatedly, then stretched out his arms as if to lead the way for Ritas.

At this time, Cecilia, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, asked Ritas with a calm expression,
"Sir, since we are going to change the meeting place, should I go and inform 'Craft'?"

".Eh?"

The Bathing Goddess seemed to be completely unable to understand why there was a strange name and made a puzzled sound.

And Ritas didn't know what to say, so he just stroked the dome of the disc silently.

At this point, Cecilia's question provided Ritas with some options.

If he felt that he would encounter an unmanageable danger, he could let Cecilia leave. This would prevent her from becoming a burden and allow her to call for help. In addition, the fact that "someone will come later" did not actually exist could also deter Ona to a certain extent.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, right? Mr. Ona and his team's temporary base is not far from here. So, when Kraft and his team get nearby, we can call them to join us."

However, after a brief observation of the surrounding terrain, Ritas decided that Cecilia should not leave him.

If Ona and the others really had bad intentions and arranged an ambush, then the deserted and sparsely populated suburban area might put Cecilia, who left alone, in danger.

Most of the time, being around Ritas is undoubtedly the safest place.

Cecilia nodded and quietly moved closer than before. The two followed Ona, who was obviously up to something, and walked towards the base mansion.

Not long after, Ritas and Cecilia, who followed Ona, did not return to the White Cat Adventure Group's mansion, but came to a cemetery some distance away from the mansion.

"This should be a cemetery, right? Do we really have to discuss the commission in a place like this? Why not discuss it in the mansion? Can't we just call the others over?"

Facing Ona who was walking ahead with his head down, Ritas asked.

The cemetery close to the base mansion looked abandoned for a long time, with weeds everywhere and stone and wooden tombstones scattered all over the ground. Even though it was daytime and the sun in the sky was emitting a blazing light, the desolate cemetery still made people extremely uneasy.

Since the adventurer industry actually has a lot of casualties, a cemetery seems to be a good business in an adventurer town. But the reality is that most adventurers who live from hand to mouth cannot afford such a luxury as a cemetery. Therefore, most of the deceased adventurers are either buried in a random place or thrown into the maze to return to nature.

Not surprisingly, this nameless cemetery, which has been abandoned for a long time, is probably due to these reasons.

As the cemetery became deserted, the church connected to it was probably also abandoned long ago.

"There are rats in the mansion. We are all afraid of rats, so we can't be in the mansion."

Since arriving at the cemetery, Ona, who used to be very careful in telling lies, has become perfunctory in his tone.

"If the mansion doesn't work, then the church won't work either?"

"Of course not. The church is a place for prayer and confession. Talking about commissions in there will affect others."

"Not there yet? I'm almost tired from walking. Besides, it's already time for afternoon tea."

While observing the surroundings, Ritas said casually.

This time, his words were met with a burst of laughter.

"Hehe. Where did this young master come from? There's no afternoon tea here, but if you want to take a rest, just drop the things in your hands and you can rest forever! Hehehe, until now, haven't you realized that you are already in my trap!"

Ona suddenly turned around, revealing his true form, and roared with a slightly ferocious and sarcastic expression.

“.” “.” “.”

It was common for Ritas to be speechless. But when the more outgoing Cecilia and the goddess of the bath who seemed to be unable to breathe without arguing were completely speechless, the problem often lay with the other party.

Ritas raised the white disk in his hand without saying a word. He shook it to the left, and Ona's eyes and head turned to the left. Ritas shook it to the right, and Ona's head and eyes still followed.
“Failure often begins when you think you have your opponent in your hands. You should be thankful that you are not a fish. Otherwise, you will only be able to hope that a kind fisherman will release you.”

At this moment, even Ritas, who hated adventurers so much, began to hope that Ona's three-leaf adventurer badge was not his own.

"What do you mean?"

"So, your target is this thing in my hand? Or to be more precise, this white blade-like part?"

Ritas shook the white disc in his hand again.

"That's right, hand it over and I'll let you die more painlessly!"

Ona, who was about fifty steps away from Ritas, stretched out his hand to Ritas.

"What on earth is it? And why did you attack the White Cat Adventure Group for it?"

After thinking for a moment, Ritas continued to ask.

Ona had only been asking for the white blade, and had not shown any interest in the big white cat that was a member of the White Cat Adventure Group. Therefore, it could be basically determined that he was not a member of the White Cat Adventure Group, or to be more precise, he was not one now.

"You will know after you die."

A strange and cruel smile appeared at the corner of Ona's mouth.

The next moment, a sharp but swift wind blade whizzed past his face, leaving a deep wound.

"Sorry, I want to know now."

Not far away, Ritas, whose hands were not holding the white disk, seemed to have a miniature hurricane gathering in them, and said this in an unquestionable tone.

In the cemetery on the outskirts of Linglan Town.

Ritas, who was facing off against a middle-aged man who called himself Ona, saw some abnormal feedback from his opponent.

The wind blade he released hit the opponent accurately and caused a serious wound.

However, not a single drop of blood flowed out of the wound, which turned black immediately after being cut.

"you!"

Amid Ona's roar, Ritas' wind blades flew out one after another.

In order to find out the abnormality, several wind blades hit Ona's limbs, making him unable to move. Some of them flew to the places where even the slightest wounds could cause heavy bleeding.

However, all the wounds showed signs of blackening and drying up, just like before.

Ona continued to roar, his voice full of anger but no pain.
"You are a wizard! Hahaha!"

Instead he burst into laughter.

".I, we haven't eaten a mage for a long time--"

As Ona fell to the ground and couldn't move, he uttered wild words. The whole cemetery began to tremble slightly.

laugh!
After a sharp sound, an arm made entirely of white bones suddenly stretched out from the uneven ground of the cemetery.

And then, the same harsh sound continued.

One after another, arms, some turned into white bones, some still clinging to some rotten flesh, emerged from the ground in large numbers like bamboo shoots after the rain.

Cracks began to appear on the ground of the cemetery. Countless corpses crawled out of the cracks as if they were resurrected.

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He looked at the army of undead that surrounded him and Cecilia in an instant.

Ritas knew that what he was worried about was happening.

The incident involving the White Cat Adventure Group and the White Blade has escalated.

(End of this chapter)