Chapter 118: The Immense Gains After Returning

Inside the bell tower, a colorful gate appeared out of thin air.

The red-robed man and the silver-haired beauty watched as Little Weir chased away the adolescent Night Spirit Cat, their hearts filled with emotion.

“Actually, you could adopt it.

You’ve done me a great favor by restoring the Bloody Mary Magic Mirror to its full power.

I can still help you with some small things.”

The red-robed man, having gained the complete Bloody Mary Magic Mirror, was naturally in high spirits, completely forgetting his earlier embarrassment.

“No need.

It has the ability to survive here.

Leaving here and returning to the outside world would make it even more susceptible to being hunted.

It’s already accustomed to this life and can’t become a pet cat.”

Little Weir felt a pang of reluctance but had to let go.

The Night Spirit Cat was a strong creature; it had its own life, unlike the little furball in his arms, which, even if it hadn’t been weaned and knew nothing, could be trained into a small pet cat.

“Let’s go.

This is no place to linger.

The gate to the alternate dimension will attract powerful monsters, and our strength is greatly diminished, so we can’t confront them head-on.”

Taking advantage and running was their predetermined plan.

The silver-haired beauty had not only acquired the complete holy artifact, the Styx Ferry, but also a boatload of pure souls, numbering in the thousands, which significantly boosted her strength.

As soon as the silver-haired beauty finished speaking, she was the first to step inside.

Little Weir casually threw out all the dried meat, dried fish, and fresh water from the Green Sky Snake skin, then gritted his teeth and followed her in.

The red-robed man, in a good mood, uncharacteristically said nothing, merely shaking his head with a slight sigh before taking a step.

Then, under the combined magical power of the red-robed man and the silver-haired beauty, the gate to the alternate dimension vanished.

“Ding-a-ling~” “Crack~”

The key fell to the ground, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, shattering into countless fragments and instantly turning into a pile of dust.

“It really was a one-time treasure.

What a pity for all the good things inside, tsk tsk, there was so much millennium-old wine alone.

Thinking back, I should have thoroughly plundered it.”

The red-robed man, in a good mood, uncharacteristically joked, but at the time, he was solely focused on obtaining the three holy artifacts and had no mind to plunder those flashy, impractical items.

“With the pure souls from the Styx Ferry, I am confident I can advance to the third tier within a year.

There’s nothing left in Drake City for me to linger over.

I’m leaving here immediately for the Wizard Kingdom.

Do you have anything you want to say to me?”

The silver-haired beauty, having just recovered her strength, had changed into a fitting outfit and rehydrated.

She had now regained her original beautiful and gentle appearance.

“Although there were unpleasantries, the final outcome isn’t bad, is it?

Sagaris, Lamode is a thing of the past.

I will inherit the great legacy of the Blood Clan and become the second Grand Duke in the Blood Clan’s history, restoring its glory!”

The red-robed man’s face was full of confidence.

After being strengthened by the altar, he seemed to have aged less.

The Bloody Mary Magic Mirror’s function was not only spatial teleportation but also a strong auxiliary cultivation function, though this auxiliary function was specifically for the Blood Clan.

“I wish you success, great Blood Clan Count!”

The silver-haired beauty, Sagaris, curtsied gracefully, then turned her gaze to Little Weir.

The latter scratched his head, somewhat at a loss for words.

“Um, what, oh right, you said you’d thank me.

What gift of gratitude are you planning to give me before you leave?”

Little Weir feigned a very greedy look, which made the red-robed man and the silver-haired beauty burst into laughter.

They could tell that Little Weir was just a bit reluctant, not genuinely asking for a gift of gratitude.

The silver-haired beauty cupped his small face in her hands and gently kissed his forehead, causing Little Weir to instantly become flustered, his face flushed red, and nosebleed almost gushing out.

“Little brother, I don’t have anything good on hand right now.

After I settle down, if we meet again by chance, I will definitely repay you.”

The silver-haired beauty finished speaking, a big smile on her face.

She waved goodbye to the two of them, her figure lightly floating up and disappearing in a blink of an eye.

“Little fellow, you’ve been away from home for a while.

It’s time to send you back.

After I send you off, I’ll also leave this place and go pursue my dreams.

Little fellow, before you leave, I’ll give you a few gifts.

This is a pet bag, capable of storing living creatures, specially prepared for magic pets.

Night Spirit Cats are different from ordinary pets, so it’s best not to let the Church and other extraordinary individuals know about it before it grows up.

This is a wizard-specific storage bag, only one cubic meter in size, containing dozens of ancient wizard cultivation books.

They are written in ancient script, but I’m sure that won’t stump you.

Once you become a second-level wizard apprentice and possess your own magic power, you’ll be able to open the storage bag and retrieve the contents.

Little fellow, you must work hard!”

The red-robed man playfully ruffled Little Weir’s hair, a hint of emotion in his heart.

He was surprised that he had developed a fondness for this boy.

Perhaps it was precisely because he knew the boy wouldn’t affect him that he could maintain this mindset.

The red-robed man suddenly felt his realm and understanding had improved significantly.

As if he thought of something, the red-robed man pondered for a moment, then couldn’t help but shake his head and say, “You little rascal are truly a little troublemaker.

Your home must be hiding a group of wizards, priests, and temple knights right now.

If I were to deliver you there, I’d certainly invite a heap of trouble.

Little fellow, this manor is less than thirty li from Drake City, so I’ll give it to you.

Here’s the deed to the manor.

You can take a carriage back tomorrow morning when it’s light.

This was just my temporary stopping point, and there’s nothing much to pack.

The manor is small, and I didn’t hire many servants.

I temporarily sent them away before entering the alternate dimension.

Little fellow, they won’t be able to return for the next half month.

From now on, you are the owner of this manor.

I’ll be leaving first!

Oh, and there are some gold coins in the basement, about one to two thousand, meant to maintain appearances for outsiders.

I’ll give them to you as maintenance fees for the manor.

All the land within five li of the manor also belongs to you.

Little fellow, work hard and wait for the day you become a strong one.”

Even if Sagaris had cut off his path to becoming a formal wizard, perhaps his blood essence could nurture a powerful knight.

With this boy’s intelligence and aptitude, he might very well become a strong individual as a human knight in the future.

He truly looked forward to this little fellow breaking through the shackles he and Sagaris had set and appearing before him as an extraordinary being.

Having cast aside his unwarranted jealousy, the red-robed man found it quite amusing to tease this little fellow, especially since this little fellow was also a genius.

The Bloody Mary Magic Mirror opened, and the red-robed man waved his hand, disappearing through the passage, leaving Little Weir alone in the wind, disoriented.

He was left alone here?

And inexplicably became the owner of a manor?

Only thirty li from Drake City, and all the land within a five-li radius belonged to him.

Even without the one or two thousand gold coins in the basement, all this wealth combined would surely be worth more than his family’s small villa and coffee shop.

Looking at the deed in his hand, and a transfer authorization letter, Little Weir felt a mix of emotions.

Did this count as turning enemies into friends?

Although it was somewhat inexplicable, the outcome was good, wasn’t it?

His gains from this trip were absolutely immense.

Besides the Night Spirit Cat, which couldn’t be measured in money, those millennium-old wines, magic rune weapons, and ancient books were equally valuable treasures.

There were also several boxes of magic stones, which were the common currency for wizards and definitely good stuff, things his mother even lacked.

Little Weir tried to calm himself down, then suddenly noticed that the pile of dust on the ground slowly coalesced into an inconspicuous small stone.

What kind of strange situation was this?

Little Weir looked left and right but found nothing unusual.

He reached out and gently picked up the small stone.

Suddenly, the small stone moved slightly and burrowed into his hand, disappearing in an instant.

An information appeared in his mind: having passed the trials of seven gods, he had received the blessings of the gods and become the master of the Seven-Story Pagoda.

He could enter the alternate dimension through the Seven-Story Pagoda, with no limit on the number of times, though each entry required a powerful expenditure of magic power.

Little Weir seemed to see a small Seven-Story Pagoda in a corner of his mind.

With a thought, he appeared in a large hall.

The reliefs in the hall were so familiar; this was the first floor of the Seven-Story Pagoda, and the relief depicting the Human Emperor seemed much dimmer, having lost much of its inherent charm.

The Seven-Story Pagoda was hidden in the void, providing a direct path to the alternate dimension where the Lamode altar was located.

However, with his current strength, he was willing but unable.

But with this thing, he seemed much safer, and the space here was large enough to house the Night Spirit Cat cub.

Perhaps he should be honest with his parents about everything.

Hmm, except for his own strength and the trials of the gods, it was best not to expose the Seven-Story Pagoda either.

Oh my, if he calculated that way, it seemed there wasn’t much he could be honest about.

However, presenting the spoils from the alternate dimension and the manor deed should be enough to earn their forgiveness, right?

His father was actually easy to appease; magic rune knight equipment was something he simply couldn’t resist.

As for his mother, hehe, what did she think he was stealing magic stones and snatching wands for?

Moreover, there were those ancient magic books from a thousand years ago; surely, those could placate her.

His sister Via might be a bit of a hassle.

How about sacrificing this little spirit cat and letting it roll around and act cute?

Hmm, that’s something to consider.

After touring each floor of the Seven-Story Pagoda, Little Weir found himself feeling very comfortable there.

The cultivation effect was actually higher than outside.

He dared not let outsiders know this secret, otherwise, he would be in danger.

No, it should be his family that would be in danger.

He had the protection of the Seven-Story Pagoda, so his risk was somewhat reduced, but he couldn’t prevent others from using his family to threaten him.

Moreover, the Seven-Story Pagoda was a gift from the gods and could not be transferred.

Little Weir transferred all the good things he had acquired from the alternate dimension into the Seven-Story Pagoda, and on the Black Night Goddess’s floor, he built a small nest for the Night Spirit Cat cub.

After leaving enough milk, he changed into a set of ordinary knight equipment and left.

The Green Sky Snake skin was a good item, so he naturally left it behind.

Tomorrow would be a busy day, and it was already late today.

The city gates were closed, and he didn’t have enough influence to have them opened.

Everything would have to wait until tomorrow.

What he needed to do now was to familiarize himself with this manor, because among the gains he would display to the outside world, this should be the biggest.

The manor was not very large but quite exquisite.

The vampire clan always considered themselves superior, so they also had very high demands on taste.

Just the decorations alone took a lot of thought.

There weren’t many horses, only five, but they were all good horses.

There were only two carriages, and the materials used were all good quality.

Little Weir moved a large bed to the basement, planning to spend the night there.

The secret basement was very hidden, and it was the safest place.

You ask how he moved it?

Hehe, with the Seven-Story Pagoda, what could possibly be difficult for him?

In the secret basement, Little Weir found a box of gold coins, a dozen antiques, and a bookshelf with some relatively precious books, though mostly ancient texts and not involving supernatural powers.

Little Weir’s eyes darted around.

He took out a set of magic rune knight equipment and several barrels of millennium-old wine, placing them generously there.

He wouldn’t feel too bad about just one set of equipment, and it would seem strange if there was nothing at all, after all, he had experienced a four-day trip to an alternate dimension.

After four days of intense training, Little Weir completely relaxed once he was safe.

He lay on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.