Firefly Journey

In the cramped space, strings of white beads hung in the air, and when these vapors landed on people, it was as if they were smoking.

Morin felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his skin was being roasted over a flame. The excruciating pain made him kneel down, gasping for breath in agony.

The three-eyed spirit cat also reacted in this way. At this moment, its eye between its foreheads was tightly closed, and it was howling wildly, trying to pounce on the culprit, Lin Yuanran.

The scorching heat made it suffocate, and it could only act on instinct.

Seeing that the time was right, Lin Yuanran, while releasing the boiling furnace, conjured a large flaming dragon and smashed it out.

The surrounding temperature returned to normal, and the three-eyed spirit cat that had been hit by the fire dragon collapsed to the ground.

"Is it over?" Morin asked, standing up.

"Maybe," Lin Yuanran said, not daring to give a guarantee.

Once Maureen regained her composure, she took three steps at a time and ran towards the cheese she had been longing for.

When he got closer, he squatted down, picked up the large cat, which was only half the size of a person, and reached out to stroke its head.

Lin Yuanran walked over and asked, "How is it?"

Morin looked at him with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"The cheese is dead."

died?

Lin Yuanran had not expected this outcome. He had already shown great mercy in his attack, and the temperature of the boiling furnace had not reached the critical point. Otherwise, everything in this space except for him would have been melted.

The Great Flame Dragon behind it was also discounted; no matter what, a magical beast's body is more resilient than a human's. How could it be so fragile?

Mo Lin didn't blame Lin Yuanran.

He had a very good relationship with the cheese and was naturally very concerned about its health. When he held it in his arms, he knew that the fatal injury was not from the burning of the skin, but from the decay inside.

"Its brain is damaged, and I think that's why it can't summon anything," Morin said.

Lin Yuanran breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it wasn't his fault. He hoped that he wouldn't end up losing money after completing a mission. That would be a huge loss.

"Is your brain broken?"

“Yes.” Morin’s face was filled with sorrow. “We summoners sign contracts with magical beasts using spiritual power. The only thing that can interfere with summoning spells is spiritual power.”

Spiritual power?

A possibility instantly flashed into Lin Yuanran's mind.

When I went with the chairman to protect banker Harry, his and Marquis Knox's deaths seemed to be related to psychic powers. Everyone seemed to be under control at that moment, and when they came to their senses, the Marquis was already a corpse.

To this day, neither the guild nor the Vatican has found any clues. The only thing that is certain is that it is related to an evil god.

The fact that even the Vatican, with its abundance of talent, couldn't find any relevant clues suggests something: beneath the surface of Yicheng's prosperity, in places unseen by the sun, filth exists, and it has likely been there for quite some time.

Lin Yuanran had a vague feeling that today's events might be related to those of that day, but he could only feel that they were similar and couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Please accept my condolences," Lin Yuanran could only offer a dry word of comfort.

Maureen stood up, holding the cheese, and said listlessly, "Let's go, let's find an exit."

Lin Yuanran nodded.

If the Three-Eyed Cat is indeed controlled by an evil god, then this area may not be peaceful, and leaving now is the best option.

After wandering around the sewers, the two finally found a source.

Fortunately, the exit was in a secluded corner of a park, and no one noticed it when we came out; otherwise, it would have been a real hassle.

"Don't worry, I will pay the reward as promised. This is not a problem for your guild," Morin said as they parted.

"Thank you."

Back at the guild, Lin Yuanran explained the situation to Tong En. He suggested that they could start by considering the Brown family's request from this angle. As for whether his guesses would be useful, that was not his concern.

After leaving the guild headquarters, Lin Yuanran took a bus back to school.

He had no relatives or friends in Yicheng, and the first person he thought of when something happened was his teacher. The incident of looking for the cat in the sewer today might be related to the Marquis's assassination, and he needed to find someone to talk to.

He could go directly to the police, but he would most likely be seen as a crazy person talking nonsense. Having stayed in Yicheng for so many days, he knew very well that ordinary people's lives were worthless and no one would take their words to heart.

Lin Yuanran didn't expect Cassius to investigate further, after all, he had no obligation to. Instead, he thought of something else—

Saint Louis is Saint Louis of the Papacy; it's more meaningful for his teacher to say this than for a student to say it.

Fortunately, even though it was the weekend, Cassius was still sitting in his office, reading a book with his head tilted to the side, without having to use the little clay figure.

"Who?"

“It’s my teacher, Ario.”

"come in."

Lin Yuanran stood respectfully about a meter away from Cassius.

Cassius put down his book and looked at Lin Yuanran: "Is there a problem with the Boiling Furnace practice?"

Lin Yuanran shook his head: "No, I'm here today..."

He recounted his experiences of the day and the marquis's death.

Cassius remained silent, and Lin Yuanran dared not disturb him. When Da Xianliang was thinking, he liked to tilt his head and furrow his brows deeply, making his monocle seem superfluous.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Yuanran realized that his teacher was actually quite handsome, possessing an aura that surpassed that of many nobles he had ever met.

In fact, Cassius is not even thirty years old, and his extraordinary strength makes it easy to overlook his age.

After thinking for more than ten minutes, Cassius's brow finally relaxed.

He looked at Lin Yuanran and said, "Take care of yourself and don't get involved in this again."

Lin Yuanran thought he would tell him a solution, but he didn't expect this.

Then Cassius said, "That's a matter for the Vatican to worry about."

Lin Yuanran hummed in agreement. The reason he was involved in this matter was ultimately for the reward from the Brown family. If he played an important role in the case, he would definitely get a large share of the profits.

As for the danger, he completely forgot about it, forgetting that he was just a novice "fire mage" at the first stage.

"I understand," Lin Yuanran replied, but he wasn't entirely sure.

Cassius said he would handle the matter, then fell silent, and asked Lin Yuanran if he had any problems with his cultivation.

Lin Yuanran looked relaxed. Controlling the Boiling Furnace was easy, and his mana was becoming more and more abundant. Soon he would be able to launch an attack on the second awakening "Flame Weaver".

After a brief exchange, Lin Yuanran left the office and went to the mailroom.

Judging by the time, Wendy and Durant's replies should be arriving soon. He went to check yesterday, but found nothing.

The letter arrived today. Lin Yuanran took the thin envelope back to his residence. The room was still dimly lit, which meant that the strange old man from the undead clan really didn't come back often.

He opened the window a crack and, by the light of the moon and lamplight, read through his friend's letter, word by word.