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Bab 250: 251. Who's Calling Me?

"Donato Rogrides?" Allen looked up at Lysa. "Who is this?"

"Donato Rogrides is a duke of Kaedwen," Lysa replied. "His child was taken by Witchers of the Wolf School under the Law of Surprise and died during the Trial..."

"The Rogrides family has a lot of business dealings with Ban Ard..."

Business dealings with Ban Ard...

Allen's eyes lit up as he glanced at the other names on the paper.

"So, these other names are the same?"

Lysa nodded. "The other names also belong to those who've had conflicts with Witchers, or at least nobles whose political stances favor sorcerers."

"Marquis Junio West also had his child taken by Witchers under the Law of Surprise..."

"And then there's Count Harley McKane, Viscount Mins Isaac, Count Edison Roy..."

"These nobles had their children taken by Witchers..."

"Some of these children were even the first heirs to their family titles..."

Hearing this, Allen was a bit taken aback. The Wolf School had made so many enemies, no wonder they were hit so hard in the end.

The young priestess seemed to see through Allen's expression and guessed his thoughts, offering reassurance: "The children who were taken were all from noble families that had once been saved by Witchers..."

"I've asked Nenneke about this. When there's money to be made, very few Witchers would willingly invoke the Law of Surprise..."

"So, it wasn't the Witchers who stole their children. It was fate, acting through the Witchers, that took them..."

Allen knew this too.

He had once asked Vesemir, and most of the children Vesemir brought to Kaer Morhen were from poor families who couldn't afford to pay for a Witcher's services. When it came to nobles, no Witcher from the Wolf School would proactively invoke the Law of Surprise.

Unless...

Fate called them.

After all, each noble was like a local emperor. What sensible Witcher would willingly make an enemy out of them?

"Thank you," Allen said, grateful for Lysa's reassurance. "Not many people understand Witchers as deeply as you do."

Lysa blushed slightly.

"Well, that's because when Lady Vera first brought me here, I hadn't yet given up on the idea of becoming a Witcher myself..."

"So I made it a point to learn a bit..."

This topic seemed to make the young priestess a little shy, so she quickly steered the conversation back to the list in her hand: "And then there's Viscount Mathieu Dor, Baron Hoel Simone..."

"These families have businesses tied to sorcerers, or they have children who are sorcerers at Ban Ard..."

"And..."

After rattling off a series of names and their backgrounds, Lysa took a deep breath and looked expectantly at the Witcher's sharp blue cat eyes, softly asking: "Will this information help you?"

It would be incredibly helpful.

Even though the current stance of the school was to remain neutral, it wouldn't be wise to directly target these nobles. But just knowing these names would be useful.

At the very least, they could investigate whether Witcher casualties in these noble territories were due to natural causes or something more sinister...

Allen looked seriously at Lysa and said: "This information is very valuable to us. Thank you, Lysa."

"I'm glad it helps." Lysa, feeling a little awkward under Allen's gaze, turned her head slightly.

"Ever since I arrived in Ellander, I've been thinking about how to repay you for saving my life."

"But I couldn't think of anything..."

"After all, I have little power of my own and no money..."

"Fortunately, half a month ago, a woman came to the temple to pray to the Lady..."

"She's the wife of one of Duke Ellander's close vassals, currently teaching the duke's daughter etiquette and dance..."

"She's my aunt, my mother's younger sister..."

"It's been nearly eight years. The last time we saw each other, I was probably still a toddler. I don't even know how she recognized me..."

A reunion with family is a good thing, but Allen couldn't help but wonder if there was some hidden plot behind it.

After all, once a child grows up, it's one thing to recognize them after a few years or a decade. But before the age of ten, children change a lot every year. So, Allen pondered for a few moments before asking: "Is it safe for your identity to be known?"

Lysa was momentarily stunned, but after a couple of seconds, she understood his concern and gently shook her head.

"Thank you for your concern."

"I believe she's trustworthy. I vaguely remember that my mother and her sister had a very close relationship..."

"When she heard about my mother, she seemed truly heartbroken."

"Besides..."

"I'm now a priestess of the Melitele temple. As long as I remain here, no plot can touch me, and..."

"Henselt is already dead..."

Allen nodded slightly, not saying anything more. After all, this was family, and saying more would risk sounding like an attempt to sow discord. Lysa raised the lantern in her hand and glanced at the list.

"After reuniting with my aunt, we chatted, and I found out that she's familiar with nobles from Kaedwen and Temeria. That's when I thought of you... you Witchers..."

"I remember hearing that the Wolf School had trouble with kings and sorcerers, so I asked her to help me gather some information."

"Because time was a bit tight, this is just a list of Kaedwen's nobles who have grievances with Witchers for now..."

"There are carrier pigeons in the temple that know the way to Kaer Morhen."

"When I find more names, I'll send them to you using the pigeons..."

"Will this put you in danger?" Allen hesitated.

Lysa shook her head and said: "I'm just asking about past events. Plenty of noblewomen are fascinated by stories of Witchers. It's not a big deal."

"I'm just keeping this from Nenneke because I don't want to involve her in this."

After thinking about it carefully, Allen realized that this was true.

There were only a few active Witcher schools in the Northern Continent: the Wolves, the Griffins, the Cats, and the Bears. Except for the Cat School, none of the other Witchers involved themselves in politics, and their numbers were few. Unless they had taken someone's child, they rarely clashed sharply with most nobles.

Moreover, Witchers were mysterious and powerful, making them popular gossip for bored noblewomen. So, Allen decided not to refuse any further.

"Thank you, Lysa."

"This list will indeed be very helpful to us!"

"No need to thank me, as long as it helps." Lysa shook her head and sighed. "This is all I can do for now."

Seeing the young priestess's forlorn expression, Allen knew she was thinking of the past again and sighed, gently patting her shoulder.

"I'm fine." Lysa's body trembled slightly, but she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled warmly as usual.

"It's late. That's all I had to say, so I won't disturb your rest."

Allen nodded slightly and was about to carefully fold the list and bid the young priestess farewell when suddenly—

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two names that Lysa hadn't mentioned. Curious, he asked: "By the way, who are Voivend Araya and Gelson Gardner on this list?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the previously forlorn priestess froze, her cheeks flushing. After hesitating for a few seconds, she softly said:

"Viscount Voivend Araya and Master Vesemir had a... well... fierce conflict in Ard Carraigh over a... uh... flamboyant lady..."

"As for Earl Gelson Gardner..." The young priestess looked troubled, hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "He once dueled Master Vesemir over his then-fiancée..."

A flamboyant lady?

A fiancée?

Allen smacked his lips.

Oh, wow!

Was Vesemir this wild back in the day?

But then again, thinking of that book "The Witcher Master and Night Succubus's Thousand and One Nights." by Robin, it didn't seem that surprising.

"What was the result of the duel?" Allen was curious.

Lysa said, "Master Vesemir won, and Earl Gelson Gardner spent half a year recovering from his injuries before he got married..."

"To the same fiancée?"

Lysa blushed and nodded.

Allen marveled inwardly, 'Not bad for someone who fought a Succubus...'

"Earl Gelson Gardner's wife was the Duke's daughter, and at the time, he was only a baron..." Lysa added as an explanation.

Allen immediately understood. No wonder he ended up on Lysa's list. Swallowing pride for a title like that, it must have been a grudge as deep as the sea.

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"Tap, tap, tap~"

The crisp and distant sound of footsteps echoed in the sanctuary's corridor. The flickering candle in the witcher's hand cast a large shadow on the pure white walls. However, even though there was only one candle in the corridor, it felt surprisingly calm, without any eerie or spooky atmosphere.

On the contrary, the moment Allen crossed the threshold into the sanctuary, he felt a sense of lightness, like a heavy burden had suddenly been lifted. It was as if another person, who had been attached to his body, had just left.

"I didn't notice this afternoon, but this lighter feeling must be the curse of the Eyeball God lifting, right?"

His free left hand stroked his chin, feeling the scratchy stubble. Recently, it seemed this body had started growing a beard.

Unbothered by the unfamiliar sensation, the witcher recalled how he had felt when leaving the sanctuary that afternoon.

"Does the lesser weight mean more of the curse has been dispelled?"

"And where exactly is this weight attached?"

"Is it the soul?"

Allen muttered quietly to himself, not afraid that someone might suddenly answer him in the dead of night.

"Creak~"

The wooden door groaned in the candlelight. Its clear echo bounced through the empty corridor. The statue of the goddess Melitele remained unchanged from the day. Each of her three aspects had cracks and chips. Yet, mysteriously, not a single crack or chip appeared on the three faces of the statue.

The young girl's face was playful, the pregnant woman's gentle, and the elderly woman's kind.

They seemed almost lifelike.

It was unclear whether this statue was sculpted by some great artist or nurtured by Melitele's divine power.

This was a mystery as puzzling as the chicken-and-egg question, one even the priestesses devoted to Melitele couldn't answer.

But one thing was certain.

Melitele wasn't ascended from a mortal. And her history wasn't that old. Staring at the statue and lost in his thoughts for a long time, Allen saw no reaction from it. He sighed, found a corner, and knelt down.

Although he hadn't shown it in front of Vesemir, Vera, or the others, he was still deeply concerned about the strange occurrences from that afternoon and the High Priestess Ianna's odd behavior in the evening.

After all...

This curse affected whether he could use his blink ability properly...

More importantly...

Allen focused his thoughts.

'Ding! Absorbing fragment of the Gate of Ard Geat...'

It had already been a month, and the fragment of the Gate of Ard Gaeth was still being absorbed.

The Mirage Pearl, after absorbing the dead Mirage Pearl, had also shown no signs of awakening. Although the only connection between the two was Allen himself, he couldn't help but wonder if this curse was causing problems.

"I hope everything goes well~" Allen sighed.

"Whoosh~"

The candle flame, encased in a crystal cover, was extinguished. The world plunged into darkness.

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"Allen..."

"Allen..."

Someone was calling out to him in the dark.

Who was calling?

Who was being called?

Once the witcher became aware of this, he suddenly surfaced from the depths of slumber, opening his eyes sharply.

A girl in a simple gray dress was crouched before him, taking croissants, milk, and two boiled eggs out of a nearby basket.

It was Lysa...

"Allen, you're awake?" she said with a warm smile.

The sunlight glinted off her dark brown hair, tied up and shining like golden threads.

"Awake?"

Allen was dazed for a few seconds, but his expression quickly became serious.

He abruptly stood up and looked through the open window at the tall, verdant ash tree and the vast blue sky.

"Tweet, tweet~"

Magpies chirped; the sun was already high in the sky.

"What's wrong?"

Lysa looked at the witcher with confusion at his strange behavior.

"I... I fell asleep..." Allen responded absentmindedly, bewildered.

"Pfft~" Lysa chuckled, glancing at a spot on the ground. "Of course you did, and you slept quite soundly!"

Allen followed her gaze.

A puddle of sparkling liquid reflected the sunlight. It was clear evidence of him drooling in his sleep. And quite a lot of it, too.

Allen's face flushed, but before he could explain, Lysa pulled out a cloth from her basket and wiped the liquid clean.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Allen had met many people who said that but still spread secrets far and wide.

Yet, looking at the gentle smile on the young priestess's face, Allen had an odd feeling that she truly would keep their secret.

No matter what kind of secret it was, no matter the cost...

This strange sensation left Allen momentarily stunned, almost making him forget the real issue.

How could he, a witcher who had replaced sleep with meditation for over a month, have fallen asleep in such a simple place?

But just as he was about to say something...

"You should hurry and eat. High Priestess Ianna should be arriving soon." After setting the food, Lysa squatted nearby, watching him.

Allen thought for a moment and realized there was no point in telling Lysa about it, as it would only cause unnecessary worry.

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, calming himself before sitting down to enjoy the breakfast Lysa had brought.

The milk was warm.

The croissant not only had the unique fragrance of freshly baked bread but also seemed to carry the taste of spring sunshine.

After finishing his simple breakfast, Lysa packed up the dishes, nodded at him, and left. As Allen waited for the arrival of the High Priestess, he quietly observed the unchanged statue from yesterday.

The young girl's face was playful, the pregnant woman's gentle, and the elderly woman's kind.

They seemed almost lifelike.

"Was it you calling me?"

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252. The Destroyer of the World.

253. What Wolf Doesn't Eat the Lamb at Its Doorstep?

254. The Echo of Falka.

255. Where's the Ghoul?

256. He Is Already Dead!


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"You said you heard a voice calling you last night?"

Ianna, holding a book, glanced at Vera and frowned slightly. "Did you hear clearly what kind of voice it was?"

Allen pursed his lips and thought for a few seconds. Aside from constantly calling his name, he had no impression of the tone of the voice, unlike the holy and maternal voice he'd heard when he was unconscious in the mine.

"I don't remember..." He shook his head.

Ianna lowered her head in thought.

After a long while, she turned her head to look at the statue of Melitele, then spoke seriously to Allen.

"For the next few days, don't leave the sanctuary. I'll ask Lysa to bring you your meals."

"Is it serious?" Vera asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure yet..." Ianna shook her head. "It might not be a bad thing."

Seeing the worried expression on the sorceress's face, Ianna thought for a moment and then reached out to hold Allen's right hand.

A warm, gentle flow of heat surged through his body.

"The curse's energy is dissipating normally, and as I said yesterday, it was weakened by more than half after that outburst."

Ianna nodded slightly and smiled kindly at Allen.

"So don't worry, child. Maybe, just as you thought, it really is the Lady calling you..."

Maybe?

Allen caught onto the word.

Was it the goddess calling him? Shouldn't the High Priestess of Melitele be more certain?

Wouldn't it be easier just to pray and ask for an answer?

So, Allen organized his thoughts and asked tentatively: "Mother Ianna, aren't you the High Priestess of the goddess Melitele?"

"Isn't there a way to... um... communicate with the goddess?"

Ianna glanced at Vera, then smiled gently. "There might have been in the past."

"Legend has it that before humans came to this world, the gods could take human form and walk among us..."

"But now, both the good gods and the evil gods interfere less and less with the mortal world."

"Some say this is a sign of the coming apocalypse..."

After a pause, Ianna recited: "The Wolf's Blizzard approaches, the time of the sword and axe. The Time of the White Frost and White Light, the Time of Madness and Disdain, Tedd Deireadh, the Final Age."

"I know..." Allen glanced instinctively at the sorceress. "This is the prophecy of the elven sage Ithlinne..."

"Of course you know," Ianna looked meaningfully at both Allen and Vera, "because that prophecy comes right before the Prophecy of the Child of Miracles."

Allen felt uncomfortable under Ianna's gaze. However, Ianna didn't continue on about the Prophecy of the Child of Miracles.

Under Vera's watchful eye, she shifted the topic back to the original conversation.

"Among all the good gods, Lady Melitele is one of those who interferes the least in the mortal world."

"For a hundred years, not only have evil gods like the Lion-headed Spider, Omens, and Lilith incited their followers to wreak havoc upon the world..."

"But even good gods like Kreve and Freya have issued divine mandates, influencing wars..."

"Only the Lady..." Ianna's tone suddenly became especially reverent.

Allen could discern with his eyes and ears. This wasn't fanaticism, but admiration and deep respect.

"Only the Lady..." she repeated softly.

"For centuries, the only divine command She has issued was to weaken the presence of divine magic in the world."

"She instructed the priests to use herbs and medical techniques as much as possible when healing the wounded and to spread this knowledge..."

"Just like a mother, after teaching her child how to survive in the world, gradually lets go so that they can live independently..."

"Weakening divine magic is weakening the presence of gods in the world."

"She has never demanded the people's faith, yet She has earned their reverence..."

"But because of this..." Ianna smiled helplessly, "it has also become very difficult for Her priests to communicate with Her. Even I haven't heard the Lady's voice for decades..."

Allen, upon hearing this, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.

Thinking back now.

Indeed, he had never seen the priestesses of the goddess preach. It was as if being doctors, teachers, herbalists, and midwives was their true profession.

"The Lady certainly deserves respect!" Vera, leaning against the wall, also affirmed.

"But it's not just the gods' interference in the world that's been weakening," the sorceress looked at Allen, "the tides of chaos magic have also been weakening."

"Once, sorcerers could easily conjure massive waves or summon flames capable of burning down a city..."

"But now..." Vera shook her head. "Many sorceresses graduate from Aretuza with only a simple water manipulation spell, good enough to moisturize their skin..."

"Sorcerers are not as powerful as they used to be!"

After expressing her sentiment, Vera looked at Allen with a meaningful gaze.

"Due to the weakening of chaos magic, the number of monsters has also decreased, and it will continue to decline..."

"But some sorcerers believe that it's precisely because the number of monsters has decreased that chaos magic is weakening..."

The witcher's eyebrows twitched at this, pondering.

"Absurd!" Ianna scoffed.

"Indeed, it's absurd," Vera nodded. "But this line of thought has been quite popular in Ban Ard in recent years, especially among those male mage apprentices who didn't graduate due to their mischievous behavior..."

"I only found out about this a few days ago when I visited Aretuza, and Tissaia mentioned it to me..."

Allen's expression suddenly became serious. If this was being called a trend of thought, it was likely spreading beyond just the mage apprentices. So, to some wizards, did witchers hunting monsters seem like they were standing in their way?

Alright then...

At least they had found another reason why all the witcher schools were being targeted in this era. That was something, at least...

Allen smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Alright," Ianna glanced outside the window, "it's getting late, let's not talk about this anymore."

"In any case, as long as you stay here, nothing will happen to you."

As she spoke, she placed the thick book she had been holding down.

It was an old parchment book.

It seemed so ancient that it had been eroded by time.

The gray, rough cover bore no title.

Seeing Allen's gaze fix on the parchment book, Ianna smiled kindly.

"I mentioned yesterday that you'd be very busy these next few days."

"And this is?" the witcher asked, puzzled.

"Ritual studies," Ianna opened the book to the first page. "Vera told me you're interested in this field, so she asked me to teach you."

Allen glanced at the sorceress standing beside him.

Vera introduced her: "Ianna is not only the High Priestess of the Temple of Melitele but also the strongest ritualist on the Northern Continent..."

"Every year, even Nilfgaardian nobles come to ask her to break curses..."

Hearing the sorceress's praise, Ianna didn't modestly decline but instead smiled happily. However, at that moment, Allen felt a bit numb. The only reason he wanted to study ritualism in Kaer Morhen was to unlock the "Ritual: Flesh Golem"—he wasn't all that interested in ritual studies themselves.

Vera didn't notice the expression on Allen's face and continued: "I've only scratched the surface when it comes to ritual studies, leaning more towards summoning and spatial magic. Many specific rituals aren't suitable for you to learn."

"But the rituals Ianna knows are different: removing curses, blocking external threats, weakening monsters, healing injuries…"

"These are all things that you Witchers can make use of."

"And…" Vera looked deeply into Allen's eyes and warned him, "Rituals are different from potions…"

"Accidentally discovering a potion formula is mostly due to exceptional talent…"

"But mysteriously learning a ritual could very likely lead to something ominous, like a whisper from some evil god beyond the stars…"

Allen, who was being stared at by the sorceress, guiltily averted his gaze. Although the "Ritual: Flesh Golem" came from the Witcher's Codex and was incredibly powerful, both its appearance and effect were far from normal.

Moreover…

Removing curses, blocking external threats, weakening monsters, healing injuries…

To be honest, Allen was tempted by this, changing his initial thoughts.

After all, while ritual skills can be upgraded with experience, they don't provide specific rituals. They only make performing rituals smoother. And even if these types of rituals weren't useful for him personally, he could teach them to other Witchers of the Wolf School, enhancing their strength and reducing their mortality rate.

The only question was…

"After I learn these rituals, can I teach them to other Witchers?"

Allen looked at Ianna.

"Of course, my child," Ianna beamed, "To be more precise, we'd be thrilled…"

"The creators of these rituals would be overjoyed to see them learned and used by humanity's heroes!"

"However…" Ianna gazed meaningfully into the Witcher's bright blue eyes, "With only seven days, how many rituals can you take back?"

Hearing this, Allen and Vera exchanged glances, then shared a smile.

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"Two pieces of chalk: one to draw the outer circle symbolizing the spread of corruption, the other to draw the inner triangle to stabilize the core."

"Pour the strong liquor between the circle and the triangle, and place two mistletoe leaves at the eastern ends of the triangle, with belisha leaves at the western point."

"Burn Nostrik vines on the eastern side, blowing the smoke westward."

"Oczyniezanizczeń…"

The difficult words were pronounced with a special accent.

Suddenly, a bottle of Necrophage oil placed in the ritual array flashed with pure white light, turning from dark red to the golden-yellow hue of raw dog fat.

The belisha leaves at the western triangle point instantly turned black.

But upon closer inspection, it became clear that the blackness was actually a deep red, mixed with the green of the belisha leaves.

"Another success?" Ianna looked in surprise at the Necrophage oil, now reverted to dog tallow, then stared in shock at Allen as he cleaned up the ritual remnants.

What surprised her even more was this:

Even when she first learned rituals, it took her a whole day to master the purification ritual.

She still vividly remembered that when she first set up the purification ritual, she made two mistakes before succeeding. Even so, the previous high priest had praised her for her exceptional talent. But this purification ritual was the third ritual she'd taught this morning.

"Vera, are you sure you didn't teach Allen these three rituals before?"

Ianna glanced suspiciously at the sorceress.

The sorceress, hearing the doubt, wasn't offended. Instead, she beamed with pride and playfully boasted: "If thinking that makes you feel better, then let's say I taught him in advance…"

Ianna glanced at the smug Vera and then, lost in thought, stared at the Witcher's back. She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but didn't know what to say for a moment. Vera had mentioned that Allen was a quick learner when she asked her to teach him ritual studies.

But this? This was more than quick!

A genius might learn something in a day, but he had learned three rituals in just one morning…

Ianna felt like her teaching was more like helping him remember something…

Feeling the burning gaze on his back, Allen quietly cleaned up the materials. He knew his actions were a bit unusual. But he only had seven days, and how much he could bring back depended on how much he could learn…

And with only Ianna and Vera here—people he could trust—he might as well go all out and drain the high priest of her knowledge.

With a thought, Allen, still facing away from the two, opened the Witcher's Codex.

[Name: Purification Ritual]

[Type: Magical Ritual]

[Requirement: Ritual Studies LV1]

[Materials: Chalk x2, Strong Liquor x1, Mistletoe x2, Nostrik Vine x1, Belisha Leaf x1]

[Function: Purifies toxins or diseases in a single target.

For alcohol and hallucinogens, the difficulty is Ritual Studies LV1;

For poisons and weapon oils, the difficulty is Ritual Studies LV2;

For severe diseases, the difficulty is Ritual Studies LV7.]

[Note: Using a ritual meant for living creatures to restore sword oil? You really are a little genius!]

The purification ritual was an extremely useful one.

Its function might not mean much to a Witcher with high poison resistance, but for ordinary Witchers, it could open up another source of income. However, for Allen, the more important aspect was the feature he had accidentally discovered today—the ability to restore sword oil.

Or rather, the ability to restore potions with simple raw materials.

The liquid base usually occupies the largest volume and mass in a potion's formula. With this ritual, the burden on a Witcher's saddlebag could be greatly reduced.

[Name: Magical Message]

[Type: Magical Ritual]

[Requirement: Ritual Studies LV1]

[Materials: Glass x1, Fifth Essence x1, Mercury Solution x1 (Optional Material: Perfect Gem x1)]

[Function: Records a message up to five minutes long onto a gemstone or glass engraved with a magical sigil. If a perfect gem is used, the speaker's apparition will appear as lifelike as the original person.]

[Note: A hologram from another world?]

This was the first ritual Ianna had taught, and it was the simplest one she knew with the least side effects.

You ask what the side effects are?

It's definitely expensive.

Glass isn't too bad; while costly in this era, broken glass isn't worth much.

Magical Message doesn't require high-quality glass, either. But the Fifth Essence and mercury solution are a different story. One portion of the Fifth Essence costs 200 Orens, and a mercury solution costs 400 Orens.

If you use a perfect gem instead of glass, the cost shoots up by at least 3,000 Orens. Of course, both the glass and the gemstone are carriers in this ritual, meaning they can be reused. But each ritual still costs at least 700 Orens, which is absurdly extravagant.

And Magical Message wasn't even the most expensive ritual they had learned today…

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253. What Wolf Doesn't Eat the Lamb at Its Doorstep?

254. The Echo of Falka.

255. Where's the Ghoul?

256. He Is Already Dead!

257. I, Allen, Declare You the Strongest!


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