Chapter 69: Impermanence

  "Do you know, Margrave Schüller, I have never despised these ugly, wretched, and dim-witted cave dwellers as much as I do now. Oh gods above, if it were any other noble, they would surely not be able to bear this accursed place filled with these cave people, right?"

  Frodo, Baron of the now graying hair, covered his nose with a white handkerchief and frowned at Gwathló, who stood before him holding a staff made of human bones, saying in a complaining tone.

  "What you said is right, Baron. Those pretentious so-called nobles are not even one ten-thousandth of what you are. However, there is one thing you did say wrong."

  The three-ring wraith sorcerer Gwathlo spoke with a faint smile towards Lord Frodo.

  Gewürztraminer is not a typical lich wizard, because although he holds a staff of human bones emitting a faint white glow, his flowing wavy hair and sensual small mustache, plus his elegant and neat attire, make Gewürztraminer look more like a humble young handsome noble scholar rather than a lich wizard who constantly keeps company with death.

  Even more, Gu Wushi never sank his face, but always maintained a kind smile when talking to people.

  But just then, Ge Wushi smiled and first used "White Bone Flying Spear" to string up two cave men like gourds. Then he used "Rotting Curse" to make the flesh of eight cave men instantly rot and fall off in large chunks. Finally, he used the three-ring spell "Law: Heart Strangulation" to directly explode the heart of a silver-ranked cave man leader.

  "Did I say something wrong? What did I say wrong?"

  Baron Frodolo was taken aback for a moment, and he clearly didn't think he had said anything wrong.

  "Other nobles, having witnessed the slaughter at such close range for two days and two nights, probably fainted from exhaustion, not just unable to bear it."

  Three-ring wraith mage Gruusch smiled and explained.

  "Haha——" Baron Frodo couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Gwoschli's timely flattery made his originally bad mood suddenly improve. So after laughing, he said to Gwoschli: "Gwoschli, I finally understand why your title is Black Flame Silver Tongue!"

  "You flattered Baron. Also, as you know, Hei Yan's title is only a temporary one, and I will get the formal title of mage after breaking through to the fourth ring, so it will probably change to something like Cang Bai Yuan Xing or Wen Hua Ku Xue."

  Gwathló, the wizard of the Three Rings, bowed his head humbly to Lord Frodo and said, no one knew whether what he said was true or false.

  "It's more likely that some pale apostle is right."

  Baron Frohman expressed a different opinion.

  "You've misjudged the Baron once again, the pale apostle suffix is a second-tier exclusive title that only those geniuses who have the opportunity to grow into 9-ring wraith mages can obtain."

  Kerwu Shi continued to answer humbly, and as he spoke, he tapped the ground with his staff made of human bones. At the same time, the leader of the Silver Rank's Cave, who was about ten steps away from him, stiffened his hands and feet and stood up from the ground.

  If Rowley had seen this scene, he would have been shocked by the power of Gwoschel, for it was clearly - silently summoning the spirits of the dead!

  The revived Silver Rank Cave Lord, driven by instinct, had already stumbled over to where Gwu Shili was, but just as he took three steps forward, the zombie-like Silver Rank Cave Lord stopped in his tracks and knelt down before Gwu Shili like a servant.

  Anyone who has studied the necromancer a bit can understand that Gwoschli showed off his skills again, although this time the spell he cast silently changed from summoning spirits to dark command.

  While Guo Wushili effortlessly did everything, it clearly showed the huge difference between a well-educated ringmaster and Luo Wei, that half-baked wild road performer.

  It was merely an appetizer for Gwu Shi Li, the incantation finally came out of his mouth. When the incantation sounded, it had already begun to draw key words. By the time the incantation stopped, a white bony armor had appeared on the surface of the petrified White Silver Stage cave man's body, covering his entire body inside and out.

  Bleached Bone Armor, Three-Ring Spell of Undead Sorcery

  "Ha, nice work, Gregor Schlüter, this looks much more comfortable now!"

  Baron von Feraldo's voice rose again, and it was clear that he appreciated Gruusch's use of the White Bone Armor necromancy to turn the cave people zombies into zombie helmet warriors.

  "Baron! Found it! The two wizards have already found the fourth magic circle!"

  A cuirassier trooper took three steps forward, and before he could confirm his own merits, he loudly shouted out the words that both Lord Frodo and Gwoschle would like to hear.

  "You guessed it again, Gwuosuli. This place indeed has more than three layers of extreme Yin gathering arrays! Oh, and by the way, Conbain, hand over the stakes I lost to Gwuosuli."

  Frodo finally took down the handkerchief that covered his mouth and revealed a chin with a dark red diagonal scar.

  The baron of Frodo turned back to the head, silently standing behind him, a middle-aged man with a sword hanging on his waist and a lion pattern carved on the hilt ordered.

  The middle-aged swordsman who was ordered to do so silently took out a purse from his bosom, then stepped forward and handed the purse over to Gwuoschli.

  "Three... is a wonderful number, with any three points, an immovable plane can be formed, so except for the undead wizard, all other mages will set up triple puzzle lock magic arrays when setting complex magical puzzle locks."

  Gewu Shili took over the money bag and put it away while casually dropping a sentence.

  "What about the Lich?"

  Frodo Baggins, who had lost money, continued to ask shamelessly without any embarrassment.

  "Our necromancers often choose to set up nine-layered puzzle lock magic arrays, because the number nine in the philosophy of necromancy represents the endless unknown - just like the unpredictable life."

  Since Baron Ferodo asked, Gwoschuri didn't hide it either, but instead explained the reason why he could win money.

  "Does nine imply an endless unknowability, just like the impermanence of life?"

  Baron Frodo repeated Gwoschli's words, his eyes flashing.

  "Your Lordship, you seem not quite convinced by what I've said?"

  Gwathló asked, noticing something unusual about Lord Frodo.

  "No, no, no, you misunderstood Gwoschli, I just thought of an old friend who also..." Lord Frodo shook his head, but suddenly stopped halfway through the conversation and changed the subject: "Ah, time is precious, let's go take a look at the fourth extremely dark spirit array first, and then think of a way to break it! Hopefully this time after breaking it, another sealed hole-dwelling giant won't pop out."

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