Black Hearted Mage

In the castle where the Empire Eagle Eye was located, Caesars followed the spy chief into the dark underground world of the castle. It was much warmer here than outside, but it was filled with all kinds of unpleasant smells.

The smell of blood, feces, decay, urine, mildew, and some other difficult-to-identify smells intertwined together made Caesars feel unbearable.

He quickly took out an alchemical protective mask from his arms and put it on his face. Its style was almost exactly the same as the mask worn by the spy chief.

This mask was originally prepared for throwing undead fluid, because undead fluid is a super strong acid that produces highly corrosive toxins when atomized.

They walked slowly down the stairs covered with dried blood to the bottom and found a very large space below. This was originally a large wine cellar, but later it was transformed into an underground prison.

The so-called cells are all made of huge magic steel cages. These iron cages are made of magic steel as thick as arms and seem to be cast in one piece.

There were only a few prisoners in the iron cages; most of them were empty. At the end of the Black Prison, there was a figure with disheveled hair. He was not trapped in an iron cage, but was bound to an iron pillar with thick magic steel chains.

"Mr. Caesars, this is the prisoner. No matter how he is beaten or tortured, he will not make a sound. His mental protection is hidden in his body. This man cannot die for the time being, but we have no way to deal with him!" The spy chief said helplessly.

Caesars frowned as he looked at the prisoner in front of him. The prisoner was covered in scars, new and old, leaving not a single piece of healthy flesh on his body.

When people are whipped, they will have instinctive reactions no matter what, but it is too abnormal for them to remain silent after being beaten like this.

Caesars approached the prisoner curiously and observed his body carefully. He noticed that the prisoner's eyes revealed a firm and unyielding look, as if he was oblivious to all the pain.

Caesars decided to personally check the prisoner's physical condition. He stretched out a hand, released a faint wisp of magic power, and carefully probed into the prisoner's body.

When the magic power touched the prisoner's body, Caesars felt a strong force rebounding back, almost making him lose his balance. He looked at the prisoner in shock, realizing that there was a powerful magical protection hidden inside the prisoner's body.

Caesars took a deep breath and refocused his mind. He increased his magical output, attempting to break through the prisoner's magical protection. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through this solid defense.

"How is this possible..." Caesars muttered to himself. This prisoner was not a magician, but he possessed magical protection abilities, and even knew mind protection.

Caesars changed his approach, slowly probing the prisoner's body with his magic power, and eventually discovered a source of magic power in his chest. This magic power was so weak that it would be impossible to detect without careful observation.

"Master Carlos, find someone to clean his body and cut off all his hair!"

"Do you want to give him a bath?" the spy chief asked with some confusion.

"It's to wash off the dirt on his body. There should be something on the surface of his body. We need to search carefully!" Caesars said seriously.

The spy chief nodded, then called over a jailer and asked him to give the prisoner a wash. The jailer didn't hesitate and immediately called on the other jailers to help. Several men quickly brought two large buckets of cold water, one holding a large brush for brushing horses, and another jailer holding a pair of large shears.

"Wash him clean!" the spy chief ordered.

"It's the Commander-in-Chief!"

The jailers nodded in agreement and then began to work. They first cut the prisoner's messy long hair. From the sound of the scissors cutting, they could tell that the hair was full of dirt, making it very difficult to cut.

As his long hair was cut off, the prisoner's resolute face was revealed. Caesar was surprised to find that he had no beard.

After the prisoner's clothes were completely stripped off, even the experienced spy chief couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, because the prisoner had no testicles and had obviously been castrated long ago.

Then, a guard holding a large spoon poured ice-cold water all over the prisoner's body from head to toe, while another guard took a huge brush and carefully scrubbed the prisoner's body, leaving no corner untouched.

Caesars watched the whole process quietly from the side and noticed that the prisoner's expression remained consistent. Even when the brush touched his armpits and the soles of his feet, he remained expressionless and unusually calm.

After the prisoner was washed again, his body became clean. Caesars began to carefully observe the various scars on the prisoner's body, but he did not pay too much attention to the new wounds. Instead, he focused on examining the darker and older scars.

He first noticed the dark, indented, circular wound on the prisoner's neck. Then, he saw a long scar on his chest, with visible stitches. This horrific scar seemed to conceal a dark secret.

"Master Carlos, I think I know why he can't make a sound!"

"what is the reason?"

The spy chief and his minions were all waiting for Caesar's answer.

"He can't feel pain or itchiness. There's a wound on the back of his neck, and his senses have long been severed. Even if you cut him open, he wouldn't even frown. And he can't speak either. There's an old wound on his throat, and his vocal cords must have been removed long ago!"

"Damn it! I was hoping he'd talk, but he fooled me!"

The spy chief cursed angrily, with a hint of helplessness and shame in his tone.

"Master Carlos, Hawkeye should also have a magician, right?"

"There were a few mages who could only cast spells. They discovered something inside the prisoner. This prisoner was a killer, not an assassin. He was wearing heavy armor, and his weapon and magic steel gauntlet were integrated. He was completely reckless in killing people. The two of them killed over 300 Imperial Guards!"

"Where is the other killer?" Caesars asked hurriedly.

"They fell into the moat of Stonecrush Castle and drowned. Their armor was extremely thick, twice as thick as ordinary magic steel heavy armor!"

"No autopsy?"

"After the autopsy, it turned out that two magicians were killed. There were alchemical bombs in their bodies!"

Kaisas was also shocked. Mind protection is a divine spell unique to the Church of Saint Roland. To put it simply, divine spells are light spells that only high-level priests can master.

"Lord Carlos, there might be a necromancer in the Church of Saint Laurent. This prisoner should not be very conscious. His eyes look very determined, but his eyeballs don't even move. This is a bit like the loss of soul recorded in the books, but I don't quite understand this. These are just some of my random guesses. You'd better ask the great magician!" Caesars said after thinking for a while.

Caesars felt a little nervous, knowing his words might cause a stir. He took a deep breath and continued, "Master Carlos, I think it's very likely that the Church has a necromancer. Foreign objects are easily rejected by the human body, but only a necromancer can prevent them from being rejected."

According to the books in the Frost Crown, the Holy Tower of Magic, only the Extreme Life Potion and the Extreme Vitality Potion can make foreign objects compatible with the body, but no other potions can do so. Since these two alchemical formulas are not found outside the crater, the possibility of a necromancer is extremely high.

Caesars waited quietly for Carlos's reaction. He knew his words would point the spy chief in a direction—the Church of Saint Laurent. His ultimate trial mission was to overthrow the Church of Saint Laurent, and with the spy chief leading the charge, he would be able to complete his mission more smoothly.

"Mr. Caesars, what you said makes sense. I will go to the Imperial Capital Magic Academy to ask. This is your reward. I will send a carriage to take you back immediately!"

"Wait, let me try using fear magic, he shouldn't react much!"

With the spy chief's nod, Caesars's fear spells struck the prisoner one after another. After four consecutive spells were resisted, the fifth spell took effect. The scarred prisoner shuddered a few times with his mouth open, then became unresponsive.

Kaisas said with some annoyance: "His level is much higher than mine. He resisted my spell four times in a row. His soul must be lost!" After that, Kaisas shook his head helplessly, then turned and walked out of the Black Prison.

The masked spy chief silently followed Caesars, wondering where the necromancer might be hiding. Finding someone on this vast continent was no easy task, especially when the person was a powerful and mysterious necromancer.

In the distant Saint Laurent Empire, eagle-eyed spies were gathering intelligence everywhere, but they had never gathered any news about the necromancer. Perhaps the necromancer was not hiding in the Saint Laurent Church, but in some other more hidden place.

Kaisas knew about Gravel Castle, the large war fortress located at the southernmost tip of the Roland Empire, across the river from the Saint Roland Empire.

This massive, towering fortress, guarded by the elite Fifth Legion, was the Roland Empire's first line of defense against the invasion of the Saint Roland Empire. Not only was it geographically strategic, it was also a crucial military location.

As he walked, Caesars pondered how to deal with the situation ahead. The Necromancer's strength should not be underestimated, and the power he represented was undoubtedly formidable. Facing such an enemy in the future, Caesars knew he couldn't be careless and must proceed with caution.

When he walked out of the dark castle and into the frosty castle garden, the huge temperature difference made Caesar shiver. The weather was too cold, and Caesar thought he should wear an animal skin robe, but he was too small, and the disguised fur robe was too big for him.

In the cold wind, the sleigh carriage drove to the Cavill family. Caesars saw few people on the road. Most of the shops in Fire Maple City were closed, even the Cavill family's snack shop.

No one wants to go out in such weather. Caesars is not a fire magician, and it is difficult for him to withstand such severe cold for a long time.

After entering the living room, Caesars sat by the fireplace. Most of the Cavill family were there, and Joanna was distributing potions.

"Kaesas, do you want some physical enhancement potion?" Joanna, wearing a red long dress, sat on the sofa and asked.

"Ma'am, I don't need it. I have enough physical enhancement potions to last me until I reach adulthood!"

Kaisas has a lot of potions to increase his physical fitness, but he can only drink one bottle a month, and it would take him ten or twenty years to finish them.

"They gave you potions too?"

Joanna spoke very vaguely, and no one in the Cavill family knew that Caesar had left the Northland Tower.

“Everyone has it, and they’ve been taking it since they were little!”

"You all buy one bottle every year?"

“Drink one bottle every month!”

Joanna frowned slightly and muttered to herself, "Low-level physical enhancement potion? The apprentices in the Northland Tower only drink one bottle a year, but here in the crater, they have to drink a bottle every month?" She couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Let me see a bottle of potion," said Joanna.

Kaisas nodded without hesitation. He knew that the Thorn Flower Trading Company sold low-grade physique-enhancing potions, though the price was about ten times higher than outside. Generally speaking, low-grade potions were rarely purchased, but the Thorn Flower Trading Company didn't care.

Caesars took out a bottle of potion and handed it to Joanna. The purple liquid in the bottle was extremely pure, like a crystal-clear gem. There were also some special patterns engraved on the bottle, which was the simple mark of the Thorn Flower Trading Company.

Joanna took the potion bottle, gently unscrewed the cap, and sniffed carefully. Then, she peered inside, observing the potion's color and purity. This was indeed the same potion sold by the Thorn Flower Trading Company, of identical quality.

"Really one bottle a month?"

"Ma'am, it's true!"

The conversation between the two aroused the doubts of others, led by Old Joey, who was also drinking a low-level physical enhancement potion, one bottle a year.

"Sister, why does Caesars drink twelve bottles a year, but I can only drink one?"

Low-level potions were not worth a few silver coins, and Old Joey had no shortage of gold coins. He was just a little confused.

"His physique is several times stronger than yours, so it's okay for him to drink twelve bottles. Joey, if you drank twelve bottles a year, you would probably be paralyzed in bed now!"

"Caesar, what do you usually eat?" Joanna continued to ask.

"The staple food is bread. Although the amount of monster meat is not large, I can eat it every day. I can also eat two or three pieces of forest fruit every day. Sometimes I also drink the rich soup made by stewing high-quality monster meat with golden ginseng, but I can only get a small bowl!"

When Caesars mentioned the word "golden ginseng," the great magician's eyebrows twitched. The North Tower could only sell one or two ginseng every fifty years, and only after repeated requests did the limit increase to five. The people in the crater actually stewed it, which Joanna found difficult to accept.