Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 114 First, expulsion from the register of human beings.

Edge of the Sharp-Toothed Forest.

After the forest fire spread for hundreds of meters, the fire gradually shrank and eventually died down, leaving only wisps of smoke drifting away in the wind.

A dozen or so figures gathered from all around, wielding weapons or clubs, rummaging through the ashes for something.

"here."

A man felt the stick touch metal, and with a flick of his wrist, a dry, hard object was turned to ash.

The others crowded around, their eyes sweeping over him, then they paused, falling silent.

This is a corpse, but it is no longer recognizable as human. It looks like a hunched, withered monkey wearing a twisted and deformed suit of armor. It is all black and indistinct, and you can only tell from the skeleton that it was originally a person.

"What are you standing there for? Move! Take all the bodies and weapons with you. Don't leave anything behind. We only have half an hour," one of the men shouted angrily.

Upon hearing this, the others did not hesitate and took out the bags and gloves they had prepared beforehand to get to work.

Not far away, a figure was hidden in the treetops, his clothes and posture blending perfectly with the trees, making him difficult to spot even when you got close.

He didn't step forward. In the end, he and the other party were just cooperating on an operation. They each had their own interests, and their relationship was far from harmonious.

After a long silence, he sighed inwardly, 'Very cautious.'

After the battle, the victors didn't come down to collect their spoils or confirm the attackers' identities; they immediately retreated, as calmly as mages.

He waited down there for a long time, but the man and woman showed no sign of returning, so it seemed that the mission had completely failed.

'That person is Anser?' He recalled the intelligence he had reviewed earlier, his eyes filled with disbelief. 'Impossible, it's only been a few days.'

Even the most brilliant sorcerer couldn't be this outrageous, unless he wasn't human.

'Could it be a reincarnation of a god?'

Considering the current confusing situation, he suddenly felt that this explanation was quite reasonable.

'Could it be that the gods have waged another great war, and many have fallen or been reincarnated, which is why believers can't contact them? Are there many people like Anser...?'

His thoughts wandered, and his expression grew increasingly serious.

This matter must be reported immediately!
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Jacqueline Castle, a luxurious bedroom.

The old butler, Harold, patiently introduced Anser to the various living facilities, especially the washroom, whose layout was almost identical to that of Blackburg, only larger and more fully equipped.

Not only is the design ingenious, but many of its functions are also powered by magic.

Anser felt a sense of division again; ordinary people and professionals seemed to be clearly separated, like the outer world and the inner world.

The world of ordinary people is really backward; the system, technology, medical care, living facilities... are not much different from the situation in medieval Europe in my previous life.

However, professionals, especially spellcasters and high-ranking nobles, can enjoy the convenience and comfort that they only had in their previous lives.

There are even magical ships here that can travel in the astral plane, which completely changes the style of the place.

However, he also knew that these things came about from the development and evolution of civilization, and that their existence was justified.

After the old butler left, Anser closed the doors and windows, activated the Scepter of Protection, and entered Holreven.

As soon as I entered, a wave of heat mixed with smoke hit me, along with a hint of meaty aroma.

In the square, more than three hundred kobolds were busy lighting fires and fanning the flames. The fires were small, but the smoke was thick, making it hard for people to open their eyes.

Anser was not surprised; he had seen it before through the projection of the Scepter of Protection.

Blatt and his men are processing dragon meat with the kobolds!
They skinned the dragon's tail, bled and cut the dragon meat, but Anser was nowhere to be found. The dragon meat, which had been soaked overnight and dried for half a day, was already showing signs of spoilage.

This is counterintuitive, but it did happen.

It can only be said that although dragon meat is precious, it will still rot if left untreated, although it will rot much slower than ordinary meat.

Fortunately, when they sold dragon meat last time, they discussed how to store it. Even without magical methods, ordinary methods would work.

For example, marinating with salt and spices, smoking, or air-drying.

After using up all the salt, Blatt and his team could only use the smoking method.

Upon seeing Anser enter, Blatt and the others quickly ran over.

"You've finally arrived. What should we do with this?" Blatt, dressed in black and gray, looked worried.

Dragon meat was a legendary creature, something no one had ever seen, and everyone was afraid of wasting such a precious resource. "Smoked is also good," Anser patted his shoulder. "How much dragon meat is left?"

"Less than half is smoked; the quantity is large, but there are few people," Blatt said, pointing to a large wooden rack behind him, piled high with chunks of meat.

He was referring to humans, of course. The kobolds didn't understand his language, and the giant tail couldn't translate it either, making it very inefficient.

"Has the storage room been cleared out?" Anser asked.

"Half of it has been cleared; the two ice cellars in the corner have been cleaned up." Blatt immediately realized Anser's purpose.

The basement storage room also has a cold storage room, but it's completely empty and needs to be refilled with ice.

“Great! Let’s go, let’s start making ice.” Anser waved his hand and got to work.

Making ice is as simple for him as eating and drinking; he just needs to slightly change the way the freezing rays are released.

They didn't use river water, but rather water purified in the Black Tower, which was absolutely clean.

Giant Tail and the kobolds were in charge of delivering water, while Anser stayed in the ice chamber to make ice. With a flick of his finger, he could create ice blocks weighing tens of pounds, which was much simpler than using the freezing ray.

Blatt and Finn simply shaped the ice blocks and piled them together. It didn't matter if they weren't perfectly neat; they filled the gaps with crushed ice.

Later on, there was no need to break the ice anymore, because the ice room was getting colder and colder, and water would freeze as soon as it was poured, so Blatt and the other man had to take turns going out to warm up.

The ice chamber quickly took shape, and all the dragon meat and blood were thrown in; there was no need to worry about it spoiling in the short term.

The dragon bones, tendons, and skin were also placed in the storage room. Because of the ice-making process, the temperature on the entire underground floor was very low, making it convenient for storage.

Giant Tail and Finn had experience processing animal hides, but not enough finesse, so Anser decided to ask Elise for advice and find some professionals to do it.

After the battle in the forest, their relationship has changed, so this little thing shouldn't be a problem.

Before we knew it, it had gotten dark, so we could tell that it was getting dark outside too.

After giving Blatt a few instructions, Anser hurriedly left.

Back in the castle room, there was an urgent knocking on the door.

He strode forward and opened the door. Elise was standing outside, arms crossed, her eyes scanning the room with a playful expression.

"You're hard to invite; I had to come in person."

"Uh, I was meditating and didn't hear it," Anser said with an awkward laugh, offering a clumsy excuse.

"Heh, let's eat." Elise turned and left, leaving him with her back turned.

Anser then noticed that Elise had changed into a black dress, soft and form-fitting, revealing her stunning curves, and was barefoot in soft slippers, walking as silently as a cat.

The two went downstairs one after the other and arrived at the restaurant on the first floor, where the old butler stood at the door to greet them.

The restaurant was large and brightly lit, filled with the aroma of wheat and meat. A long table was placed in the middle, with the host's seat at one end empty, except for an old woman sitting on the left.

There were also two waiters standing on either side, a man and a woman, who looked quite old, probably in their thirties or forties.

When Anser entered, almost everyone's eyes fell on him, mostly out of curiosity.

"Sorry, I didn't notice the time." He nodded, acknowledging that it was indeed impolite to make the elderly man wait.

"Please sit down, there aren't so many rules here." The old woman stood up, a warm smile on her face.

Although her face was full of wrinkles and her hair was gray, her back was straight, her posture was elegant, and her features were delicate. She must have been a great beauty when she was young.

“This is my grandmother.” Elise helped her grandmother sit down and gestured for Anser to sit opposite her.

Anser sat down silently, feeling very curious as to why there were only two people in such a large castle.

The old man seemed to see through his thoughts and explained with a smile, "Elise's parents passed away in an accident, and she has been supporting the family all these years on her own."

From that time on, Jacquelineburg never allowed any outsiders to stay overnight again.

"Let's eat." Elise clearly didn't want to bring up the topic. She picked up her wine glass, took a sip of wine, and her lips became even more vibrant.

It's clear that there aren't such strict aristocratic etiquette rules here; everyone is very casual.

This suited Anser perfectly. If things were too formal and complicated, and everyone acted aloof, he would definitely move out.

(End of this chapter)