WTYTIAAN Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Just as they were preparing to grit their teeth and fight these hooded figures, Penelope finally arrived with the leading teacher of this trip. Before long, these hooded figures were successfully subdued.

The students, who had been extremely tense, breathed a collective sigh of relief. Several of the younger ones couldn’t help but sob. Their tense emotions relaxed, and they burst into tears.

The injured student who had been treated by Iser was quickly transferred to another teacher who was more skilled in healing.

Rowena turned her head and noticed that Iser was calmly using minor healing spells as if nothing had happened. The magic skill, which originally contained the element of light, was concealed, making it impossible to tell that she had used such a gifted skill.

Even the teacher who had just taken over the healing of the injured student didn’t notice, instead praising Iser for her excellent healing skills.

It seemed that only Rowena, who had witnessed everything, knew what had just happened.

Iser wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled sweetly at the teacher, “After all, if I master healing magic, my companions won’t have to wait to die in this kind of situation. I’ve been studying your lessons diligently.”

Such obvious flattery was well-received by the teacher. The little old man nodded happily, “Good, good.”

Iser winked in Rowena’s direction. Rowena touched her nose and finally looked away, deciding to give up digging into the matter.

Everyone had their own secrets, even she did.

A familiar fragrance approached. Rowena was stunned and turned her head, only to meet Iser’s soft, tea-colored eyes, like summer lake water rippling open, unbelievably beautiful.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Rowena blurted out, not knowing what she was thinking, making a promise that she herself didn’t understand when she met those eyes.

Iser blinked and giggled. Her appearance wasn’t gorgeous, her features were soft. When she curved her eyes and smiled, she looked like a blooming, elegant lily.

Even though her face was stained with dust and her hair was disheveled.

“I didn’t mean that,” Iser waved her hand, the handkerchief in her hand once again moving towards Rowena’s direction. Her fingertip lightly touched her own nose, “Here, you have blood on it, wipe it off.”

Rowena was stunned and wanted to reach out to touch her nose. After realizing what she was doing, she looked at her fingers, which were still stained with the blood left over from pressing on the injured student’s wound.

Rowena looked at the handkerchief Iser handed over. It was a beige handkerchief with a cute wren embroidered on it, lifelike, petite, and adorable. She was a little embarrassed to take it and wipe her face.

She could imagine what a mess she looked like right now, her face must be covered in dirt, mixed with sweat and mud… and the blood that had just been stained.

Although this was an image that often appeared on the battlefield, and Rowena should have been used to it long ago, for some reason, a sense of shame arose in her heart.

She didn’t know what she was ashamed of.

Rowena pulled at her sleeve and wiped her face a few times, saying in a muffled voice, “No need, you should wipe yourself, you also have… dust on your face.”

Iser tilted her head and stuffed the handkerchief into Rowena’s hand without allowing any refusal, “You’re the one who needs to wash up properly, or you’ll turn into a little tabby cat.”

After saying that, she smiled and pointed to the location of the injured student, “I’ll go over there and see if the teacher needs any help.”

Without waiting for Rowena’s reply, she turned around and left with light steps.

Rowena stared blankly at the other’s back, then lowered her head to pinch the handkerchief in her hand, which still carried a faint fragrance, utterly baffled, “I’m not a beastman? How would I turn into a tabby cat?”

Penelope, who had walked over and accidentally heard the entire conversation, froze for a moment.

Rowena turned her head and saw Penelope standing behind her, startled, “Headmaster Penelope.”

Few students at Hogwarts Academy didn’t know Penelope, the headmaster. Although she was low-key, her strength was very powerful. She seemed gentle, but in reality, her methods were very tough. However, she would occasionally disappear for a period of time, during which her sister, Allison, would act as the proxy headmaster.

Students had always speculated about what Penelope did during the time she disappeared, and there were always rumors about Penelope within the academy.

“Hello, Miss Rowena,” Penelope said with a friendly smile. “I’ve heard about you. You’re a very brave swordsman. How’s your health recently? I remember you only applied to return to the academy not long ago, right?”

“I, I’m fine,” Rowena said nervously. “I already had a health test when I applied to return to the academy. I only came back after passing the test.”

Penelope reached out and pressed down twice in a comforting manner, “Don’t be nervous, child. I’m just asking you as a normal greeting, I’m not questioning your health test. It’s just that you look too disheveled right now, so I couldn’t help but want to ask about your health.”

Rowena opened her mouth. She was puzzled again. Did she really look that disheveled?

Perhaps if someone handed Rowena a mirror at this time, she would discover that her face was not only mixed with mud, sweat, and blood, but also had an odd blush, while her lips were pale. She really didn’t look much better than the injured student lying on the ground.

“I really don’t have any problems,” Rowena insisted.

“Alright, alright,” Penelope nodded understandingly. “Then can I ask some other questions? About what exactly happened to you, and how did you escape before we arrived?”

Rowena breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she didn’t ask about her health, Rowena was happy to cooperate with Penelope’s inquiry. She described in detail how she and William were tricked by that girl named Agana, then taken to the vicinity of Skarn City by mercenaries, and then transferred to this terrible place by the hooded figures.

She also mentioned that the hooded figures were preparing to perform a sacrificial ritual, and had already stabbed one of their classmates. A masked man calling himself Joker suddenly appeared and stopped the hooded figures from taking further action. Then the black fog spread, and Joker and those hooded figures disappeared.

Penelope listened to Rowena’s narration with a smile. When she heard these hooded figures say that they were holding this sacrifice to dedicate life and blood to the Eternal Lord, her expression finally became a little strained, “Eternal Lord?”

“That’s right, those hooded figures called themselves the Eternal God Cult,” Rowena answered honestly. “I thought about it, and the Eternal Lord they were talking about should be the Demon King of the Eternal Empire that was destroyed a thousand years ago, right?”

Penelope pondered, “Hmm… if they’re really talking about the Eternal Lord, then it is indeed that Lord, but that Lord would never allow his believers to use the method of sacrificing lives to worship him…”

“Maybe there’s some villain behind the scenes, using the name of the Eternal Lord to secretly do some bad things.”

Penelope sighed softly, “No wonder I haven’t heard much about it before…”

She glanced at the scale of the underground altar, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes, her voice still gentle, “To be able to do this, and even have people from within Hogwarts Academy, the scale of this Eternal God Cult must be quite large, yet I haven’t heard any rumors about it. It seems they only dare to operate secretly in dark little corners.”

After all, the name of the Eternal Lord alone would cause many powerful forces on this continent to mobilize and investigate the master behind the Eternal God Cult.

To dare to do bad things under the name of the Eternal Lord, one must be prepared to be purged by the top experts of the various forces, not to mention that this was also…

Thinking about who had told her this information, the expression on Penelope’s face couldn’t help but become a bit strange.

What a coincidence.

To have their evil deeds caught by the person they’re impersonating, should they say they’re too lucky, or too unlucky?

Penelope: “After that, the person named Joker disappeared together with the hooded figures?”

Rowena nodded: “Yes, I suspect there’s some kind of special formation here. Headmaster, do you want to go look for Joker’s trail?”

Penelope also paid frequent attention to news outside the academy. She naturally knew about what happened in Bato Vita half a year ago. With a little association, she could quickly link Yan Yunqing’s identity with Joker.

“I know, I’ll pay more attention to this matter. You don’t need to participate in what comes next, leave it to the teachers,” Penelope said to Rowena. “The teachers will take you to the nearest city later… hmm, should be Skarn City? Go there to rest for a day or two first.”

“Judging from this situation, the external training will probably be difficult to continue. First, wait for the teachers to finish counting the missing and injured, and they’ll let you know how the external training will proceed afterwards.”

After finishing her instructions to Rowena, Penelope said something to the other teachers who had come along, and then left.

Now that she had received the information about the Eternal God Cult, Penelope couldn’t just wait for that Lord to return without doing anything. She had to at least find out where this Eternal God Cult had come from, and where their main camp was.

The hooded figures who appeared here today and were dealt with by the teachers were obviously just minions, not even considered minor elites.

A religion of this scale that was so hidden clearly couldn’t only have members of such low level.

She didn’t know what forces were standing behind them, daring to be so bold as to directly trick the students of Hogwarts Academy into becoming sacrifices, using the name of that Lord.

Absurd, audacious.

Thinking of this, Penelope’s expression turned cold.

*

Yan Yunqing gasped for breath, having dealt with the last of the monsters that had pounced on him. He took another recovery potion prepared by Robin, rubbing his slightly bulging stomach.

Recovery potions were very useful, but it was easy to overdrink them when soloing dungeons.

He still had to learn a recovery skill, at least to restore his state when soloing dungeons, instead of constantly using the line of sight to hide and constantly drinking recovery potions.

[Limited-Time Challenge · Underground Altar] was a pure monster-fighting dungeon. The only boss was the staff-wielding man, but the staff-wielding man was more like a summoner or support-type existence.

He himself didn’t have much damage. He would only use black mist to strengthen the monsters, and then let the monsters rush up to attack him.

After Yan Yunqing defeated a batch of monsters eroded by the black mist, the boss’s health bar would drop a lot, which was a kind of mechanism.

Finally, under the unwilling roar of the staff-wielding man, Yan Yunqing rushed up and shattered the other party’s black mist with a heavy sword.

Boss Staff-Wielding Man, dead.

[The Limited-Time Challenge · Underground Altar has been cleared. Do you want to exit?]

[Yes]

[You have exited the dungeon. The dungeon content has been recorded and is being automatically generated…]

[The Limited-Time Challenge · Underground Altar dungeon has been generated. Players are welcome to challenge again.]

Yan Yunqing took one last look at the ruined dungeon and exited.

He exited from where he entered, returning to the original underground altar. Yan Yunqing discovered that this place had also been destroyed beyond recognition, as if it had experienced a fierce battle.

Yan Yunqing had just taken two steps when he heard a low shout, “Who! Who’s there!”

Yan Yunqing paused. He could tell without turning his head that it was a teacher from Hogwarts Academy, because he was too familiar with this voice. It was the voice of Teacher Barnett, whose class he went to at the Swordsman Academy every day.

Yan Yunqing lowered his head and glanced at his somewhat disheveled image. The red cloak was about to fall off, stained with a lot of blood and dust.

Tsk, he was still under the identity of Joker, how could he be caught by Teacher Barnett?

It was okay for him to be caught for being late on a normal day, but not at this time!

Yan Yunqing couldn’t care about anything else. He used [Sayre Verre’s Remembrance] in reverse. Before Barnett rushed over, he opened the time-space door back to Sayre Verre.

There was no way, among his current teleportation props, the teleportation anchor point was very convenient, but there was a one-minute cast time after use; the doppelganger doll’s active skill had too short a distance, and he hadn’t placed a doppelganger doll outside in advance, so he couldn’t switch positions.

That only left the fixed-point teleportation [Sayre Verre’s Remembrance] to use. He could also take a look at Lillian’s situation. In order to rush over to save Rowena and William, he didn’t dare to stay for a second longer, afraid that Rowena and William would die if he was even a second late.

Fortunately, everything was on time.

Before teleporting away, he even looked back at Teacher Barnett and gave him a smile.

The next second, the chestnut-haired man disappeared from the spot, and Barnett lunged at empty air.

“Damn it, I didn’t stop him!” Barnett got up from the ground and clicked his tongue. “He didn’t look like a good guy at all, and he even dared to laugh at me!”

……

Yan Yunqing landed and subconsciously looked around.

Simple furniture made of rattan, and a hammock that looked very comfortable to sleep on. The sky outside the window was pitch black, not even a single star could be seen.

He had spent a lot of time in the dungeon, estimated to be about two days, longer than the dungeons he had previously played. The main reason was that this time it was a pure force dungeon, and he was soloing a group of monsters higher than his level, so it was too normal for it to take a long time.

He didn’t know where Reges had set the fixed-point teleportation, but he saw the hammock that looked very comfortable and couldn’t help but yawn.

He had been tense for two consecutive days, fighting with those monsters all the time. Even Yan Yunqing felt tired. It was okay when he was tense before, but now that he relaxed, he was sleepy too.

Yawning again, Yan Yunqing observed the surroundings. He couldn’t tell who this room belonged to. Reges probably wouldn’t set his teleportation point in a place where other elves would appear. Yan Yunqing naturally assumed that this room was prepared for him.

Switching back to his original persona, the fashion on his body would be automatically cleaned and returned to its original state when it was put into his backpack. This was also why Yan Yunqing only considered those fashion that he had once spent money to buy when preparing the fixed clothing for the Joker persona.

After all, the dirty work that the Joker identity had to do was too much!

Yan Yunqing took out his magic wand and cast a few cleaning spells on himself, then stretched his waist, transformed into a black cat, jumped onto the hammock and curled up into a ball.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep in his own body, but the size of this hammock was too small, probably only enough to sleep a six or seven-year-old child, and Yan Yunqing’s own body couldn’t fit in it at all.

It was estimated that because he had been using the appearance of Kami beast in front of Reges, Reges thought that he had been reincarnated into a Kami beast in this life, so he prepared such a small bed for him…

Probably?

The little black cat shook its tail, yawned again, twitched its ears twice, and fell into a deep, sweet dream, pillowing its own paws.

“…Hoo hoo”

Before long, the little black cat began to purr softly.

The entire tree house was so quiet that only the little black cat’s breathing could be heard, and a pin could be heard dropping.

The night in Sayre Verre was like a paradise, peaceful and serene.

The door of the tree house was gently pushed open, and a figure walked in barefoot. The plain white robe made an almost imperceptible friction sound as he moved, and he paused slightly by the hammock.

Snow-white hair fell slightly, forming a sharp contrast with the little black cat’s smooth, shiny fur.

A nearly inaudible murmur sounded.

“…My King.”

……

Maybe he was really too tired, Yan Yunqing slept very soundly, and very deeply.

When he woke up groggily from his sleep, he felt a force on his back that was just right to stroke him… or rather, to smooth his fur, so comfortable that Yan Yunqing, who had just woken up and whose brain was a little slow, wanted to turn over his belly.

…Wait?

Who was smoothing his fur? Hadn’t he just finished playing the dungeon and teleported to Sayre Verre to sleep?

Yan Yunqing abruptly opened his eyes, and his paws were about to come out subconsciously, but they dug into a soft and a little hard place.

Yan Yunqing: ???

Yan Yunqing stepped on it subconsciously, and then realized that he was not sleeping in a comfortable hammock, but curled up on… someone’s lap?

No, strictly speaking, the only person who could appear in Sayre Verre was him, so this was an elf’s lap…

Yan Yunqing: Huh?

Who was it? It couldn’t be Reges, right? With Reges’ serious and old-fashioned personality, he didn’t seem like the kind of elf who would hug him on his lap and smooth his fur! Could it be that Reges had a hidden setting of liking cats?

Yan Yunqing subconsciously wanted to look back, but his head was held down by the hand that was smoothing his fur.

A clear and cold voice sounded, gentle, with a feeling that Yan Yunqing was very familiar with.

“My King.”

Yan Yunqing was stunned.

His body stiffened for a moment, and he stopped the action of turning his head, lying down again under the other party’s strength.

“You…” Yan Yunqing opened his mouth.

Yan Yunqing wanted to ask who the other party was. He was too familiar with this voice, but at this moment Yan Yunqing dared not believe that he would reappear in front of him.

Whether it was Lillian or Reges, their various reactions, what they described, represented that the elf who lived in his memory had permanently stayed in the past.

He shouldn’t appear at this time.

Sylph.

“Hush… My King.” That voice was clearly cold, but it was like a continuous spring, gently wrapping him.

“I don’t have much time.”

“I haven’t seen you for too long, too long, please allow me to indulge for a while.”

This reunion that was thousands of years late.

“Will you refuse me?”

The little black cat’s tail was a little stiff, but as the voice sounded, it slowly, slowly relaxed.

“Hmm… hmm.” Yan Yunqing’s voice was slurred, but the object he was responding to would never misunderstand.

The pair of hands with a hint of coolness smoothed the fur of the little black cat on his lap again, once, and again.

As if telling how long the wait had been for thousands of years.