Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 132 Isn't this just going up to deliver yourself?

"What's going on? Why hasn't his skeleton returned after all this time?"

"Could it be that, like Grena, he wandered into the battlefield by mistake and was killed?"

"Then they can be recalled, right? Grena was recalled too, wasn't she? —"

"I think they just failed at pretending."

Inside the lecture hall, a buzz of discussion filled the air.

Many freshmen are worried that something unexpected has happened.

However, some veterans are more inclined to believe that Ronan actually succeeded in casting "Necromantic Exile".

Unable to reach a conclusion, the group turned their attention to the Cursed Eye Instructor.

At this moment, the Cursed Eye Master gazed thoughtfully at Ronan. At such close range, he knew that Ronan had successfully banished the strange ghoul skeleton to the realm of the dead.

What he was curious about was why Ronan hadn't recalled the skeleton yet after so long; what other plans did he have?

At this moment, Ronan kept his eyes closed, and strange fluctuations emanated from his body.

This was a strange fluctuation that even the Cursed Eye Master didn't recognize, and it seemed to involve the soul level.

Following the gaze of the Cursed Eye Mentor, all eyes in the room slowly converged on Zironan.

At that moment, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes and reflexively took a step back.

A spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared.

The ghoul skeletons that had disappeared gradually reappeared, transforming from illusion to reality.

The Cursed Eye Mentor was startled.

This way of appearing is completely different from the usual way of recalling skeletons, as if there is a barrier preventing the skeleton from entering reality.

Not only that, he also saw that the skeleton was holding a strange crystal the size of a washbasin.

These are the fragments that Ronan picked up after I lost consciousness in the Netherworld, using its body.

"I knew it! How could there be a problem!"

"The exile was successful as expected—"

"The fact that the skeleton managed to return intact after such a long time caused an uproar among the apprentices who were amazed."

Especially the older students who had previously criticized them, had long forgotten their past and joined in the praise.

However, as the skeleton's form gradually became clearer, the Cursed Eye Mentor's brows furrowed even more deeply.

He sensed a faint but powerful spiritual pressure emanating from the skeleton.

This is an aura that can be sensed in advance only by relying on one's own mentor-level strength.

"What is that crystal?"

Someone discovered the spoils the skeleton brought back.

Immediately, someone chimed in, "Is this the skeleton's loot from the undead realm?"

"It's infuriating to compare yourself to others. Grina's skeleton didn't last long before it turned into fragments, while Ronan's not only survived for a while, but he even managed to bring back spoils."

"Yeah yeah----"

Not long after, a "pop" sound, as if a membrane had been punctured, rang out.

The ghoul skeleton, clutching the crimson crystal in its arms, landed safely on the podium.

next second.

An invisible spiritual pressure suddenly descended.

The nearest Cursed Eye Instructor immediately reacted, and a long staff instantly appeared in his hand.

The staff was almost as long as he was tall, with two separate sections at the top. A strange metal piece floated in the center, inlaid with a lively and eerie eyeball that kept rotating.

Even more strangely, the eyeball quickly stopped moving and its gaze became fixed on Ronan.

However, no one noticed this at the time.

The Cursed Eye Master raised his staff and stomped it on the ground.

In an instant, a black barrier unfolded from the center of the staff, covering the location where Ronan and the skeleton were.

Even though he acted swiftly, the apprentices in the lecture hall were still affected by the mental pressure and fell into a coma.

Only a few apprentices who were further away and had stronger mental fortitude managed to hold on and try to stay conscious.

Even so, they were drenched in sweat and lay helplessly on their desks.

In contrast, Ronan, who was closer, seemed unaffected, staring warily at the black barrier erected by the Cursed Eye mentor.

No wonder he was so cautious; the locals really have no morals.

He wasn't unaware of the powerful mental pressure, but such mental pressure had never had much effect on him before.

The black barrier effectively restricted the mental pressure, binding it inside and preventing it from dissipating outwards.

It's easy to guess that the source of this mental pressure is the blood-red crystal in the skeleton's hand.

With a wave of his hand, the Cursed Eye Master sent the crimson crystal flying from the skeleton's arms into his hand.

I had just regained consciousness when I saw my baby being taken away from me, and I was instantly shocked.

This is a crystal that I finally managed to find. How could it be taken away so easily?

It pushed off with its feet and rushed toward the Cursed Eye Master, ready to fight to the death.

Ronan was instantly stunned and immediately cried out to stop him: "No—wait!"

The Cursed Eye Mentor raised his eyebrows and stomped his staff again.

In an instant, the ghoul skeleton that had been lunging at him froze in mid-air, unable to move.

Seeing that the Cursed Eye mentor had only temporarily controlled it and had not completely destroyed it, Ronan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This young man really has no sense of propriety; he even dared to rush up to his mentor.

Isn't this just going up to deliver it?

Ronan was very glad that he hadn't called out the skeleton's name because of the unexpected situation.

Otherwise, if the Cursed Eye Master hears this, the misunderstanding could be huge, and he himself might suffer as well.

It seems that the name "Give Me a Shot" is a double-edged sword; I need to be more careful about it in the future.

At this moment, the Cursed Eye Mentor's attention returned to the large crystal in his hand.

He could feel a powerful pressure emanating from within the crystal.

This must be a unique product of the Netherworld. I wonder how this skeleton managed to get its hands on it in such a short time.

Although I wanted to study the strange skeleton with Ronan, the crystal was more important right now.

The Cursed Eye Master began chanting obscure incantations.

The incantation was obscure and lengthy, but every so often a rune would condense in the air and wrap around the blood-red crystal, forming a chain-like seal.

As time went by, the entire crimson crystal gradually became covered with chains of runes.

At the same time, the crystal wrapped in chains seemed to be under immense gravitational pressure, with the force exerted on it reaching unimaginable levels.

The Cursed Eye Master had no choice but to put it on the ground. Before long, cracks appeared in the ground beneath the crystal, and the ground began to collapse.

However, as a result, the spiritual pressure from the crystal was much weaker.

"Those students who can still move, please go out first. The Bone Hall will soon be locked down. Don't worry about the students who fainted in front; someone will come and take them back."

After giving his instructions, the Cursed Eye Instructor turned to Ronan and said, "Ronan, this thing is not simple. It needs to be kept sealed at all times, otherwise it will cause a series of troubles."

"Since you brought it back, I won't hold you responsible for the consequences—but now that the crystal is sealed here and difficult to move, why not just donate it to the academy for research?"

"As compensation, I'll ask my superiors for some other benefits for you, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Ronan realized that he couldn't take the crystal with him.