Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 364 Ancestral Relics
It turned out that Mutrik had indeed fallen in love with the Duke's daughter and tasted the forbidden fruit.

But according to him, that was not the point. The point was that the Duke of Tulip had set his eyes on his family heirloom, and when he failed to seize it by force, he framed him.

Originally, he hoped to rely on this kind of thing to understand the true meaning of art, become a famous artist, and live a better life.

But now, the job is gone, the treasure is gone, and the important part is gone.

I can only receive customers here day and night.

"Does the treasure passed down in your family look like this?"

Roy pondered for a moment and took out the soul painting in his hand.

He hasn't yet cut up and melted the painting to extract the pigment, because the spiritual power contained in it is too little, and it is also the relatively easy-to-access human part.

He was now looking for a way to make this thing, not just a ready-made harvest.

"Why...why is it here?"

Mutrik was startled.

"I got it from Duke Tulip's uncle, Duke Kimberbridge."

Roy skipped over the matter of the Lord of Black Mist and told him briefly.

Mutrick said: "If you want to collect this kind of thing, it's best to start with the Duke."

Roy glanced at him with a half-smile.

This guy didn't act as honest as he seemed. He was trying to divert the blame and deal with the Duke of Tulip.

“You better tell me its origin.

Who were your ancestors, and why did they create such paintings?

“I’ve heard rumors about my family. My ancestor might be a mysterious person!
My family used to own not just this one painting, but a whole set!
However, due to some unforeseen circumstances, the ancestor passed away, and the heir squandered the family fortune on drinking, whoring, gambling, and was forced to sell off several of the paintings...

And then all sorts of troubles will come..."

"Oh?"

Combining what he knew, Roy vaguely guessed that the ancestor he was talking about might be the wizard Whilt from 300 years ago!

This may be because he had a romantic encounter with a woman in the mortal world, or something else, and left behind offspring.

In the eyes of wizards, these things are just low-level magical items and are not worthy of too much attention.

Only mortals fight for things.

Of course, now I have added myself.

Because he possessed the [Eye of Hermes], he discovered the abnormality.

Afterwards, Roy asked Mutrick and got more clues, then left satisfied.

……

"Are you going to check it out over there?"

After coming out, Planjie asked.

"Of course. We've investigated this far, how can we not confirm it?"

"I think that hundreds of years have passed. The other extraordinary people are not blind. If there really is a treasure, how can it be your turn?"

Planjie couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"That's different. I'm different."

Roy said seriously.

In fact, he was quite sober.

Because what he relies on is not some vague narcissism and self-confidence, nor is it some accurate information and rich clues provided by others.

But it is the Eye of Hermes.

In his eyes, other extraordinary people are almost blind.

Because the level of soul power and source quality is too high, those people coming and going will not discover anything.

“If there really is something spiritual or of essence, it might be able to bring me benefits!

Even if there is really nothing to be gained, it is just one more trip... So far, there has been no danger there.

The comparison between risk and benefit is completely acceptable!"

Thinking of this, Roy began to prepare to go to Mutrik's hometown.

Because it has been hundreds of years since they left, even Mutrik, the descendant of the bloodline, is of no use.

The information he knew was not as much as what he had collected himself.

But to be on the safe side, Roy still hired him for several days and prepared to take him with him.

……

"Are you ready? Let's go!"

A few days later, Roy came to Pink Mary again to find Mutrick.

"I've tried to escape several times before, but always failed. How are you going to get me out?"

Mutrik was still lying on the couch and asked lazily.

"I have my own way."

Roy smiled faintly and took out a substitute made of mimic mushrooms from the space ring.

Mutrik jumped up in shock when he saw this incredible scene.

Roy threw him a set of clothes and said, "Hurry up and change and leave."

Mutrik was completely caught in the rhythm of being controlled, and escaped in a daze.

It wasn't until they were riding in the sky on the reindeer scooter that Roy had rented that they could not help but exclaim, "You are the mysterious one?"

"We generally call ourselves extraordinary people."

Roy said to him.

"So, the legends passed down in my family are true, and those paintings really contain the ultimate art?"

Mutrik suddenly came to his senses and said excitedly.

“You’ll have to see it to find out.”

I don’t know if Mutlik listened to me or not, he was very excited the whole time.

Going west, we arrived at the wizard's territory, an abandoned castle that originally belonged to the Snow Kingdom.

Under the moon, the ancient castle stands tall, its spire piercing the gray sky.

This place has been abandoned for a long time. The stone walls are covered with withered vines, and even the original moat is overgrown with weeds and has turned into an inconspicuous pit.

In Roy's eyes, the essence of this thing is actually an "apartment" built for foreign extraordinary people.

Just like the "snow castle" I use to grow mushrooms now, it is located in a place where few people go.

But in the eyes of the indigenous people of today, it is full of mystery and fantasy.

From time to time, adventurers come to visit, trying to get a glimpse of the extraordinary mysteries from the various popular legends.

Over time, wizards or mages might have set up some traps or puzzles for mortals...

That is to train one's own descendants or apprentices.

According to the regulations, no family can have a significant impact on the historical process of this world, but selecting some apprentices in a small range is not prohibited.

Roy glanced around and used his mental power to investigate, but didn't detect any danger, so he walked in.

Mutrik followed behind, looking around with the excitement of adventure.

What he didn't know was that there were many hidden marks in Roy's eyes.

"Damn it, this lousy place, what a wasted trip! — 1655, by Wizard Morandi."

"This is indeed the remains of the wizard Huilant, but there is nothing worth exploring. I have set up a small magic circle in the stairwell on the second floor, turning left. I hope you will show mercy! - 1740, left by Master Wenli."

"I placed a box of jewels at the highest point of the castle, guarded by four undead skeletons—left by Wizard Andrew in 1812."

(End of this chapter)