Chapter 92: Whoever Causes the Trouble, Solves It

Gorsa turned his head to look at the old butler and, as if afraid of startling him, softly asked, “Is your master’s coffin still there?”

Hunt felt as though he had forgotten what fear even was. Faced with such a gentle voice, he could only answer with human instinct.

“Yes, my lord.”

Gorsa nodded. “Then I’ll trouble you to send him back.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The next second, Gorsa’s figure disappeared again.

Hunt numbly stepped forward, gathered up his former master’s head and two legs in his arms, and silently placed them back into the carriage.

“Master, let’s go home.”

Gorsa easily sent the visitor away and, in the next second, reappeared in the living room.

He collapsed onto the sofa, leaned back, and let out a comfortable sigh.

As if he had just finished some strenuous exercise.

Meanwhile, Kaz, upon seeing that only three small pieces of Ralph remained, had already returned to his original position.

“Hah, Kaz, how about that? I haven’t forgotten my light-attribute wizardry, have I?”

Kaz bowed his head respectfully.

“No matter what attribute you focus on, you are always powerful.”

Gorsa nodded in satisfaction.

“But why did you spare Ralph?” Kaz was quite puzzled.

Why hold back when killing someone?

“I let him go back to his coffin. He won’t recover for four or five years.”

Gorsa’s explanation was weak, but Kaz could only nod.

He didn’t understand at all.

Was the Tower Master hesitant because the Bloodthorn Family used to belong to the Blood Rose Family? But that was a long time ago, wasn’t it?

At that moment, Kaz heard the Tower Master say, “Oh, right. In three years, tell Saul where the Bloodthorn Family is and let him take a trip there.”

“Huh?”

“The trouble he caused, he should solve himself. If he hasn’t become a second-level apprentice in three years, let him die out there.”

“Understood. Then I’ll take my leave?”

Gorsa nodded, then slumped against the sofa, neither speaking nor moving.

At that moment, he looked like a cloak.

Laid out neatly on the sofa.

Kaz left the living room and quietly closed the door.

Then, the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Does the Tower Master want Saul to go to the Bloodthorn Family to train him, or does he want him to come into contact with flesh sorcery? Does he really intend for Saul to participate in our experiments? How many more years would that take…”

Kaz shook his head, clasped his hands behind his back, and left.

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Butler Hunt’s carriage-driving skills were excellent. Even at high speed, his master’s round head remained steadily seated on the cushion.

Passing through towns, the old butler never stopped to rest. Instead, he urged the carriage forward at full speed.

As if slowing down even a little would lead him to his master’s fate.

It wasn’t until the stars appeared overhead that the carriage finally stopped in a mountain hollow.

Suddenly, the muscles on the old butler’s face twitched, and his entire body seemed to come back to life. He scrambled into the carriage, half crawling, half stumbling.

“Master, Master!”

He cradled Ralph’s head and poured a prepared flask of blood over it.

The blood trickled down Ralph’s face and into his mouth, as if guided by an unseen force.

Ralph’s lifeless gray pupils suddenly moved.

Then, his mouth twitched slightly.

“Quick, I need meat!”

Ralph called out, incomparably weak.

The old butler immediately offered Ralph his legs.

Ralph didn’t care that they were his own. From the charred-black stump of his neck, red flesh suddenly extended outward, wrapping around his severed legs.

Then came the sound of chewing.

“Not enough, not enough!” His neck was eating, and his mouth wasn’t idle either.

Without hesitation, the old butler drew a long knife from beneath the carriage seat. With a single slash, he severed his left arm, endured the pain, and handed it to Ralph’s neck.

Ralph took it without hesitation and devoured the old butler’s arm.

“Still not enough, just a little more!”

The old butler immediately swung the knife and cut off his right leg at the root, using the tip of the blade to lift it toward Ralph.

At this point, he could no longer sit upright and collapsed inside the carriage, gasping weakly.

Just as he was considering whether he should let his master devour him completely, Ralph was finally satisfied.

Or rather, temporarily satisfied.

A tongue, several meters long, extended from Ralph’s mouth and licked the old butler’s severed arm and leg stumps.

The old butler’s wounds immediately closed, though no new limbs grew.

“Take me back to the estate. I need a few years to recover,” Ralph said, his slightly elongated neck tilting as he wearily rested his head on the cushion.

“Yes, Master.” The old butler propped himself up with his remaining hand, hooked his foot onto the carriage frame to secure himself, and continued driving the carriage back.

That night, if a traveler had seen the old butler driving the carriage, they would have been scared half to death.

Inside the carriage, Ralph cursed.

“Gorsa, that lunatic! That murderer! That dictator! I curse you to be betrayed by everyone and eaten alive!”

But even while cursing, Ralph kept his voice low, afraid it would carry beyond the carriage.

Hunt knew his master was truly afraid this time.

After venting, Ralph spoke to Hunt. “I probably won’t be able to recover for four or five years this time. Be careful during this period. Don’t let anyone know I’m still alive.”

“Understood, Master,” the old butler responded.

Only then did Ralph close his eyes to rest.

His butler had never let him down.

“Just wait. Once I recover… once I get the diary back… I will never forgive them!”

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Neither Gorsa nor Kaz kept constant watch over Saul’s study progress.

They seemed absolutely certain that Saul would become a second-level apprentice within three years.

And completely unaware of this, Saul, through sheer persistence, finally managed to raise his mana to 45 joules after two years.

At the same time, he had successfully analyzed the construction rules of a first-tier spell. If he wanted, he could advance on the spot.

However, Senior Byron advised him to increase his mana to at least 50 joules before learning a first-tier spell.

Saul decided to follow the advice of someone with experience and held back from practicing first-tier spells.

Raising his mana from 14 joules to 45 joules hadn’t been as smooth as he had imagined.

In fact, thinking about it now, the process was full of hardship, tears, and frustration.

His mana growth often hit roadblocks at certain values, making further progress through meditation impossible.

He had asked around—others experienced this too, but few were as frequently stuck as he was.

Even more infuriating was that Keli had never been stuck!

She had successfully advanced to a second-level apprentice three months ago.

That day, she eagerly ran up to Saul to brag and kindly informed him that she had already reserved one of two adjacent rooms on the twelfth floor, waiting for Saul to advance so they could continue living as neighbors.

Even though he hadn’t yet reached the second level, Saul had made significant progress over the past two years and had gained a lot.

With Little Algae’s help and the diary as his safety net, he successfully optimized the plastic bone, updated his left hand, and even applied the optimized plan to modify his right hand.

Yes, after confirming that the procedure wouldn’t impact his hand’s dexterity, Saul didn’t hesitate to fuse his right hand too!

Now, both of his hands were light gray, smooth and delicate in texture, somewhat translucent, with faintly visible bones inside.

Moreover, thanks to improved carving and sculpting skills, his newly modified hands looked like exquisite plaster sculptures from an art studio—almost aesthetically pleasing.

Beyond the significant mana boost they provided, Saul had also fused soul fragments into them, unlocking a new ability—Spirit Grease Control.

This ability allowed Saul to cast zero-tier dark spells almost instantly, without adjusting his mental energy—his casting became as natural as waving his hand.

Not only that, but Saul had also devised a way to counteract his hands' weakness to electricity. He inscribed a symmetrical spell sigil array onto the bones of both hands to resist electric fields.

Now, as long as he wore insulating gloves, he had practically no fear of electricity.

[The Little Algae is Soul Devouring Bug he get in underground]

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