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Chapter 94
Chapter 94: A New Look - Resurrection Magic is the Best Means of Killing
"It was a scroll."
Hearing how his subordinate had died, the Alliance Leader spoke in a grating whisper.
"A scroll? How could that be?" Khajiit was in disbelief.
Having been resurrected from death, Khajiit felt a weakness throughout his body, but his mind felt clearer than ever before.
At this moment, his most vivid memory was of being killed by that middle-aged man. He had suspected it was a scroll earlier but then dismissed the idea.
That was a third-tier angel!
The most advanced scroll-crafting techniques currently mastered by the major nations only reached the third tier.
Not only were there pitifully few masters capable of creating such scrolls, but those that were made were considered materiel for the Mage Guild, or even strategic national assets.
What's more, the intensity of magic cast from a scroll is always diminished to some degree.
He had indeed heard that among the major nations, only the Slane Theocracy was currently researching fourth-tier scrolls. As for whether they had succeeded, that was beyond the knowledge of a minor figure like him.
"Don't be deceived by appearances."
"Third-tier scrolls are indeed precious, but not to the extent you imagine, gadididi~"
The Alliance Leader let out a strange laugh, and the black magical energy emanating from his body trembled slightly.
"Speaking of which, the Slane Theocracy began researching fifth-tier scrolls over a hundred years ago. As for fourth-tier scrolls, those guys developed them long ago."
Over a hundred years ago?
Such information deeply shook Khajiit. He felt the power of ages.
At that time, his great-grandfather probably hadn't even been born!
Even now, his memories of his mother had become somewhat blurred!
Khajiit trembled internally.
This was what he pursued!
"You idiot."
"Have you still not realized that the person you fought only used two types of magic from beginning to end? You don't even know their appearance or physique."
There was a sneer in the Alliance Leader's voice.
"Since I've resurrected you, you'll be my slave for a time."
"Yes."
Khajiit hurriedly replied in a fluster. He rose from the ground with his head bowed, his eyes cautiously darting around, scanning the place that seemed filled with an aura of death. "Where is this?"
"The 'Terror'."
The Alliance Leader blandly uttered the word, then rose and headed toward the depths of this land of the undead.
...
The next day.
Vil's Tailor Shop.
This was a small shop about two streets away from the Adventurer's Guild. Its name was quite ordinary, but its owner, Old Vil, had a considerable reputation among adventurers.
Aside from being a bit pricey, the clothing he made was of the absolute highest quality, especially since it was specifically designed for adventurers.
Inside the shop.
Tang Zheng stood before a mirror, a satisfied expression on his face as he looked at his current attire.
He wore a black inner layer that looked fluffy but was actually form-fitting, with a pure white, priest-style robe over it.
The only slight difference was that the waist was noticeably tailored, making it appear less bulky, and the length was shortened slightly, preventing his entire body from being enveloped by the white robe.
After staying in the Touv Great Forest for over a month, his originally short hair had grown much longer. Tang Zheng merely trimmed it slightly, not bothering to cut it short again.
Combined with the image reflected in the mirror, this outfit gave him a very gentle aura.
Since he had the money, Tang Zheng naturally wouldn't mistreat himself. Several days prior, he had commissioned the owner of this tailor shop to create clothing according to his specifications.
The priest-style robe was to fit his identity as a faith-based magic caster, while the black inner layer was for practicality. It would allow for swift movement in case of an unexpected situation, so he wouldn't be hindered by loose clothing like other spellcasters.
"How do you find it, sir? Are there any areas that need modification?" Old Vil, with slightly graying hair and a leather apron on his chest, stood beside him and softly asked.
"Your craftsmanship is excellent," Tang Zheng praised.
Hearing the compliment, Old Vil remained very calm; after all, he wasn't the first person to commend his skill.
After a brief hesitation, Old Vil softly asked, "Are the cuffs a bit too wide, sir?"
The rest of Tang Zheng's outfit was fine, but the cuffs of the white robe were somewhat wide. When his arms hung normally, the loose cuffs completely enveloped them.
In Old Vil's opinion, it was unsuitable for wielding a weapon and inconvenient in other ways.
"That's fine," Tang Zheng said with an unconcerned smile, flicking his cuff.
This was his intentional design.
The loose cuffs were sufficient to conceal the act of taking items from his item box. Additionally, they could be used as a cover when using scrolls.
"Ah... sir, please forgive me for taking the liberty."
"I added a hidden clasp at the shoulder, so you can pull the cuffs up and fasten them, making it easier to expose your arms," Old Vil said sheepishly, brushing his graying hair.
"Oh?"
Only then did Tang Zheng notice a white, barely discernible button at the slightly creased area on each shoulder.
A very ingenious design.
"No, I'm very satisfied with this design. Are the other sets ready?" Tang Zheng waved his hand, smiling as he spoke again.
"As per your instructions, I made three more sets. With the one you're wearing, that's four in total. Each set costs 6 gold coins."
As Old Vil said this, his gaze was fixed on Tang Zheng.
The price for these clothes was not cheap. In fact, the cost could have been much lower, but the customer before him had been in a great hurry, so they had to be rushed.
"Twenty-four gold coins?"
Tang Zheng was slightly surprised by the price but then pulled out his coin pouch, took out 24 gold coins, and handed them over.
He currently had about 600 gold coins on hand. Plus, with the Staff of Shadow and Bone Necklace he had just acquired, selling them would bring in another sum.
"Let's go, Xiao Hei."
Tang Zheng picked up the other three packaged sets of clothing, called out to the little demonic hound, and turned to leave the shop.
On the bustling street, people bustled about, but there weren't many vendors shouting their wares. In fact, compared to a few days ago, the atmosphere on the street was noticeably tinged with a subtle tension.
Tang Zheng had naturally gathered some information during this time, so he planned to leave E-Rantel as soon as possible and head to the Baharuth Empire.
He was now on his way to Grandma Lijie's shop, preparing to sell a portion of the two baskets of herbs.
Tang Zheng felt that this trip to the Baharuth Empire wouldn't be very smooth; there would likely be many expenses along the way.
Following the flow of people, Tang Zheng passed a corner. With a subtle movement of his arm, he swapped the bag in his hand.
The bag that previously held clothing was replaced with one containing herbs. He had only taken a portion from the two baskets.
After all, the quantity was too large. If he sold it all at once, it would easily arouse suspicion.
He recalled the fifth-tier spell he had newly acquired last night, `Raise Dead: Modified`.
Tang Zheng increasingly felt that the humans of this world were not as simple as depicted in the anime.
Converting faith-based magic to be cast using mana was a method indeed mentioned in the original novels.
For example, the spell 'Tranquility' is a superior sound-masking spell compared to 'Silence,' but it belongs to the faith system. Yet, the Theocracy had developed a way to cast it using mana.
But that was just a low-tier spell.
'Raise Dead' is a fifth-tier spell. To modify a spell of that tier... one could only imagine the power of the Zuranon Alliance Leader.
A serious expression flashed across Tang Zheng's face.
His recent experiences had indeed changed his perception of this world's "weak" humans quite a bit.
Potion-making techniques, scroll crafting, and magic modification.
The humans of this world had achieved things that were utterly impossible in the game.
To be precise, over 600 years, humanity's exploration of various tiers of magic and technology had reached an astonishing level.
If not for their racial limitations, an insurmountable chasm!
How could an understanding of magic accumulated over 600 years possibly be inferior to that of Players who only ever treated it as a game?
This was the result of centuries of accumulation.
"Speaking of which, resurrection magic is the true way to kill someone, isn't it?"
Tang Zheng thought of the `Raise Dead: Modified` he had just mastered, a glint flashing in his eyes as he mused to himself.
Thanks to book friend "Wang Situ" for the 1000 book currency donation!
(end of chapter)
"It was a scroll."
Hearing how his subordinate had died, the Alliance Leader spoke in a grating whisper.
"A scroll? How could that be?" Khajiit was in disbelief.
Having been resurrected from death, Khajiit felt a weakness throughout his body, but his mind felt clearer than ever before.
At this moment, his most vivid memory was of being killed by that middle-aged man. He had suspected it was a scroll earlier but then dismissed the idea.
That was a third-tier angel!
The most advanced scroll-crafting techniques currently mastered by the major nations only reached the third tier.
Not only were there pitifully few masters capable of creating such scrolls, but those that were made were considered materiel for the Mage Guild, or even strategic national assets.
What's more, the intensity of magic cast from a scroll is always diminished to some degree.
He had indeed heard that among the major nations, only the Slane Theocracy was currently researching fourth-tier scrolls. As for whether they had succeeded, that was beyond the knowledge of a minor figure like him.
"Don't be deceived by appearances."
"Third-tier scrolls are indeed precious, but not to the extent you imagine, gadididi~"
The Alliance Leader let out a strange laugh, and the black magical energy emanating from his body trembled slightly.
"Speaking of which, the Slane Theocracy began researching fifth-tier scrolls over a hundred years ago. As for fourth-tier scrolls, those guys developed them long ago."
Over a hundred years ago?
Such information deeply shook Khajiit. He felt the power of ages.
At that time, his great-grandfather probably hadn't even been born!
Even now, his memories of his mother had become somewhat blurred!
Khajiit trembled internally.
This was what he pursued!
"You idiot."
"Have you still not realized that the person you fought only used two types of magic from beginning to end? You don't even know their appearance or physique."
There was a sneer in the Alliance Leader's voice.
"Since I've resurrected you, you'll be my slave for a time."
"Yes."
Khajiit hurriedly replied in a fluster. He rose from the ground with his head bowed, his eyes cautiously darting around, scanning the place that seemed filled with an aura of death. "Where is this?"
"The 'Terror'."
The Alliance Leader blandly uttered the word, then rose and headed toward the depths of this land of the undead.
...
The next day.
Vil's Tailor Shop.
This was a small shop about two streets away from the Adventurer's Guild. Its name was quite ordinary, but its owner, Old Vil, had a considerable reputation among adventurers.
Aside from being a bit pricey, the clothing he made was of the absolute highest quality, especially since it was specifically designed for adventurers.
Inside the shop.
Tang Zheng stood before a mirror, a satisfied expression on his face as he looked at his current attire.
He wore a black inner layer that looked fluffy but was actually form-fitting, with a pure white, priest-style robe over it.
The only slight difference was that the waist was noticeably tailored, making it appear less bulky, and the length was shortened slightly, preventing his entire body from being enveloped by the white robe.
After staying in the Touv Great Forest for over a month, his originally short hair had grown much longer. Tang Zheng merely trimmed it slightly, not bothering to cut it short again.
Combined with the image reflected in the mirror, this outfit gave him a very gentle aura.
Since he had the money, Tang Zheng naturally wouldn't mistreat himself. Several days prior, he had commissioned the owner of this tailor shop to create clothing according to his specifications.
The priest-style robe was to fit his identity as a faith-based magic caster, while the black inner layer was for practicality. It would allow for swift movement in case of an unexpected situation, so he wouldn't be hindered by loose clothing like other spellcasters.
"How do you find it, sir? Are there any areas that need modification?" Old Vil, with slightly graying hair and a leather apron on his chest, stood beside him and softly asked.
"Your craftsmanship is excellent," Tang Zheng praised.
Hearing the compliment, Old Vil remained very calm; after all, he wasn't the first person to commend his skill.
After a brief hesitation, Old Vil softly asked, "Are the cuffs a bit too wide, sir?"
The rest of Tang Zheng's outfit was fine, but the cuffs of the white robe were somewhat wide. When his arms hung normally, the loose cuffs completely enveloped them.
In Old Vil's opinion, it was unsuitable for wielding a weapon and inconvenient in other ways.
"That's fine," Tang Zheng said with an unconcerned smile, flicking his cuff.
This was his intentional design.
The loose cuffs were sufficient to conceal the act of taking items from his item box. Additionally, they could be used as a cover when using scrolls.
"Ah... sir, please forgive me for taking the liberty."
"I added a hidden clasp at the shoulder, so you can pull the cuffs up and fasten them, making it easier to expose your arms," Old Vil said sheepishly, brushing his graying hair.
"Oh?"
Only then did Tang Zheng notice a white, barely discernible button at the slightly creased area on each shoulder.
A very ingenious design.
"No, I'm very satisfied with this design. Are the other sets ready?" Tang Zheng waved his hand, smiling as he spoke again.
"As per your instructions, I made three more sets. With the one you're wearing, that's four in total. Each set costs 6 gold coins."
As Old Vil said this, his gaze was fixed on Tang Zheng.
The price for these clothes was not cheap. In fact, the cost could have been much lower, but the customer before him had been in a great hurry, so they had to be rushed.
"Twenty-four gold coins?"
Tang Zheng was slightly surprised by the price but then pulled out his coin pouch, took out 24 gold coins, and handed them over.
He currently had about 600 gold coins on hand. Plus, with the Staff of Shadow and Bone Necklace he had just acquired, selling them would bring in another sum.
"Let's go, Xiao Hei."
Tang Zheng picked up the other three packaged sets of clothing, called out to the little demonic hound, and turned to leave the shop.
On the bustling street, people bustled about, but there weren't many vendors shouting their wares. In fact, compared to a few days ago, the atmosphere on the street was noticeably tinged with a subtle tension.
Tang Zheng had naturally gathered some information during this time, so he planned to leave E-Rantel as soon as possible and head to the Baharuth Empire.
He was now on his way to Grandma Lijie's shop, preparing to sell a portion of the two baskets of herbs.
Tang Zheng felt that this trip to the Baharuth Empire wouldn't be very smooth; there would likely be many expenses along the way.
Following the flow of people, Tang Zheng passed a corner. With a subtle movement of his arm, he swapped the bag in his hand.
The bag that previously held clothing was replaced with one containing herbs. He had only taken a portion from the two baskets.
After all, the quantity was too large. If he sold it all at once, it would easily arouse suspicion.
He recalled the fifth-tier spell he had newly acquired last night, `Raise Dead: Modified`.
Tang Zheng increasingly felt that the humans of this world were not as simple as depicted in the anime.
Converting faith-based magic to be cast using mana was a method indeed mentioned in the original novels.
For example, the spell 'Tranquility' is a superior sound-masking spell compared to 'Silence,' but it belongs to the faith system. Yet, the Theocracy had developed a way to cast it using mana.
But that was just a low-tier spell.
'Raise Dead' is a fifth-tier spell. To modify a spell of that tier... one could only imagine the power of the Zuranon Alliance Leader.
A serious expression flashed across Tang Zheng's face.
His recent experiences had indeed changed his perception of this world's "weak" humans quite a bit.
Potion-making techniques, scroll crafting, and magic modification.
The humans of this world had achieved things that were utterly impossible in the game.
To be precise, over 600 years, humanity's exploration of various tiers of magic and technology had reached an astonishing level.
If not for their racial limitations, an insurmountable chasm!
How could an understanding of magic accumulated over 600 years possibly be inferior to that of Players who only ever treated it as a game?
This was the result of centuries of accumulation.
"Speaking of which, resurrection magic is the true way to kill someone, isn't it?"
Tang Zheng thought of the `Raise Dead: Modified` he had just mastered, a glint flashing in his eyes as he mused to himself.
Thanks to book friend "Wang Situ" for the 1000 book currency donation!
(end of chapter)
