Chapter 5.1: This woman is not right!

Licinius was angry for no reason. He was willing to save the group of commoners because he was a visitor from another world, so he didn’t care about class differences between nobles and commoners, and saving people is just a humane act.

But more importantly, he wanted to see if spiritual magic could kill him.

But just now, he even felt that his soul had undergone a shattering and reorganisation process.

This perverted recovery ability is really disgusting!

“Really annoying!”

He closed his eyes, and in the darkness in front of him appeared lines of words made from a burning flame.

Name: Licinius

Age: 17

Race: Demon King

Status: Unawakened

Awakening conditions:

Experience a real death (incomplete)Bear the infamy of the ages (incomplete)

Either condition will unlock awakening.

Anyway, it’s still a long way off.

“Young master, are you okay?” Noren asked expressionlessly.

Licinius touched the blood on his face and shrugged, “It’s okay.”

Noren was not a fool. She calmly asked, “I just felt the release of powerful magic, and even I felt extreme danger. You took that head on and you’re telling me you’re alright?”

Anyone with eyes can see that there’s a problem!

Licinius was silent for a second, “Don’t ask if you shouldn’t.”

Noren gave him a deep look, then threw the iron sword away,

“Oh.”

Obedient as always.

Licinius didn’t share his plan with her, but that’s because he didn’t need to. They grew up together and both fully understand and trust each other.

They only need to share a look or call the other’s name and that would be enough.

Even if Licinius had been gagged just now, then Noren would still figure out the timing and attack in time.

As for why the young master is confident and willing to be a hostage, she doesn’t care.

She just has to trust the young master.

“Then why are you so sullen, young master?”

Noren asked again.

Licinius: “…”

He wasn’t sure how to explain this.

Also, what gives you the right to speak to me about that, you critical lady.

With a plop, the headless corpse of the clown leader flopped flat on the ground, and a box fell out of his arms.

The box automatically opened when it touched the ground.

“Yo, did loot drop?”

Licinius picked up the box and found that it contained several translated magic books and their original parchment. The contents were probably the spiritual black magic used by the mob leader.

As expected, this group of people obtained these things from a ruin.

Spiritual magic, especially black magic, is not something ordinary people can get.

Combined with the location of Loma City, he guessed that this group of thugs should have come from the ancient city of Hera.

“If it’s black magic, it’s at least 600 years old. Since the church’s power expanded in the Eastern Continent, black magic has almost disappeared. Although this group of people had good luck getting such things from who knows where, cultivating black magic has a price.” Noren said.

“What exactly is the price?”

Licinius asked curiously.

“Psychological deformation, insanity, soul pollution.”

Noren replied, “Some will go mad, some will be covered in hair, and some will degenerate into monsters, losing their rationality and humanity. In short, they become very miserable.”

Oh, it turns out that its age is quite old, but unclear.

Licinius nodded and turned over the small box carefully. Unexpectedly, he found a strange magic book that seemed to be made of rotten tree bark and was only the size of his palm.

Well, he wasn’t sure if it was a magic book.

However, on the rotten bark cover, a line of ancient text was vaguely engraved.

Although Licinius appeared to be a dandy young master, he was actually highly educated. He recognized at a glance that this was an ancient script that existed in the last era and is now completely extinct, the Sura script.

It is said that in the era when Sura script was still used, the magic civilization was once extremely brilliant. In those times, there were warlocks in the Eastern Continent that could even surpass the seventh order and classify above demigods.

After that era ended, the magic path started gradually weakening, until today.

“Those who have overstepped the realm of God, the wings of death will descend on your head.”

Licinius recited this line of ancient words internally, and his heart trembled slightly!

It means that what is recorded in this book is about the realm of God!

“What do you mean? Does it mean that if one reads the contents of this book, they will die? So did the thug leader read it? Interesting, I thought there would be nothing to gain today, but I didn’t expect that another chance would appear.”

Licinius palmed the magic book in his hand and hid it in his pocket.

“Noren.”

He instructed: “Don’t mention this book later.”

Most of these things about black magic and the ruins are to be handed in.

But keeping a private copy is not a big deal.

Noren nodded, as always, without asking any further questions.

  

When Licinius and Noren walked out of the gate of the academy side by side, people finally realised that the so-called ransom didn’t exist at all, and their plan from the beginning was to rescue everyone with force.

“Thank goodness! Sure enough, God blessed us!”

Principal Bann brought some professors and teachers from the academy and came up first, and asked with concern, “Oh God! Master Licinius, are you okay? Are you injured?”

Licinius’s face was covered in blood. He shrugged it off and said,

“No, it’s just the blood of the enemy. Noren’s fighting style is too violent, you should have seen it just now, there’s nothing I could do.”

Noren hesitated, took out her handkerchief, and wiped his face.

“The blood of the enemy?”

The old principal and teachers breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s good that there were no injuries!”

They are still very happy that this noble young master came out alive.

Because the thugs have been dealt with, the hostages are safe and sound, and they don’t have to take responsibility.

Most of the commoners are relieved, at least they don’t have to bear the huge debt of ransom, and they won’t be implicated because of the death of this noble young master.