Chapter 89: 26. Undying Sorceress
Fisher dragged the unconscious Fat Sorceress out of the tavern, and behind him, Captain Alagina’s cold sword had vanished at some point, which piqued Fisher’s curiosity about where she had hidden that relic.
Behind them, the Pirate First Mate, rubbing his shoulder while watching Fisher, blinked and shifted his gaze between Fisher and Alagina, suddenly realizing something and retreating a bit.
Though they remained behind, the group was divided into two parts: in front were Fisher and Alagina, who were quite close, and behind them were the Fat First Mate and other crew members wearing knowing smiles.
“Chirp!”
The street outside the tavern was slightly elevated, and from here, Fisher could vaguely see a group of people approaching in the dim light of street lamps on the damp street. He glanced at the huge pipe extending from the main road up to the rocky wall of the cave beside him, where many mice were standing, waving at them and making chattering noises, clearly guiding the way.
Without hesitation, Fisher jumped towards that pipe and called out to Alagina without looking back, “Go this way.”
Alagina nodded and turned to signal the crew to follow, only to find them winking playfully at her, gesturing for her to go ahead.
“…”
She opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss, and could only catch up to Fisher in front. In front of Fisher, a large group of mice scurried while looking back, leading them into the complex drainage system of the cave.
“Wait, are those mice? Are they guiding us? Could it be that the captain’s lover is a wizard, just like in a fairy tale?”
“I don’t think so. That guy seems a bit violent; the captain can’t handle him. I don’t see this marriage working out.”
“You don’t need to be concerned; don’t you prefer the gentle type? Maybe the captain likes that kind.”
A few crew members further back whispered to each other, their shadows soon disappearing into the darkness of the cave, leaving the quickly arriving gang members confused as they stared at the mess of the empty tavern.
The vast pipe was the terminal structure of the city’s drainage system, where wastewater mixed with Nali’s river before flowing into the dark river and then into the ocean. It was said that following the pipe from here should lead back to the entrance of Snakehead Street, but the drainage system of Saint Nali was so complicated that even the maintenance workers didn’t know the exact routes. Now, Fisher and the others were inexplicably being led by a group of mice.
“Chirp~”
“Hey, is what’s dripping from above water or something else?”
“I guess it’s not something good.”
“Damn, a drop just landed in my mouth; it’s salty!”
Upon reaching the pitch-dark halfway point of the pipe, fearing they would lose track of Fisher and the captain, the crew members hastily moved forward to close the distance. In the darkness, only the sound of dripping liquid and the mice chirping accompanied them.
Before long, Fisher and the others arrived at the circular underground entrance tunnel of the pipe, which had begun to be illuminated by government lights, making visibility better. Seeing that there was no one around, Fisher threw the Sorceress he was dragging onto the ground, deciding to interrogate her for the information he wanted.
Fisher used the Thread Weaver to suspend her in mid-air, her limbs still curled like a chrysalis. However, because she had wounds, blood began to flow down her body to her face, washing off her makeup and lipstick. Seeing her unconscious, Fisher struck her with his staff to physically reactivate her.
“Bang!”
“Wait, stop! Don’t hit me anymore!”
The sound of the drainage in the pipe was less grating than his unpleasant quacking voice; as soon as he spoke, it was like a roasted duck hanging in a Saint Nali restaurant, making Fisher frown and press his staff against his throat to silence him.
“I’ll ask a question, and you answer it…”
“Sir, sir! Don’t be hasty; I was wrong. Wait, you were targeting me! You came to the tavern just for me! Damn it, I was wondering why someone dressed like you would show up here.”
Now, Bart, suspended in mid-air and sobering up from the pain, quickly realized that the well-dressed Fisher had come to Snakehead Street specifically for him. In the earlier confrontation, he thought he had drawn the attention of this devil due to his pursuit of the Mother’s blessing.
“I need to know about the Sorceress Research Society, for instance, about the [Undying Sorceress] you are searching for.”
Ignoring Bart’s delayed realization, Fisher asked while pulling out a small vial of shimmering green sand from his pocket. He smeared the sand onto the tip of his staff and inscribed deep magic runes into the ground.
“The Undying Sorceress? How do you know about her? Are you with the police?! You damned Nali officers have no pure faith; you’ve defiled the Mother and corrupted her expectations of you with the mire of desire. Boohoo!”
Fisher remained silent. After inscribing the runes, he snapped his fingers, and the symbols on the ground instantly lit up, transforming into flames that crawled through the air like maggots, spreading until they reached Bart’s face, entering through any visible opening.
The moment the flames entered his body, he began to writhe in agony as if subjected to tremendous torture.
Double-circle magic – [Maggots of the Bone].
This magic was previously used by the Nali police to interrogate criminals. Fisher participated in the revision of the standard interrogation magic, but after the New Party took office, this method was abolished. Now, Fisher was using it as a private punishment on Bart the Sorceress.
This magic would amplify an organism’s perception of pain; if not canceled, the intensity would increase with time. Eventually, even a gentle breath could leave him in pain for half a day. Many entertainment venues would secretly use such magic to enhance the experience.
At this moment, Bart was already covered in wounds from the earlier battle. The [Maggots of the Bone] spell coursed through his body, and his eyes instantly rolled back in pain as he screamed wildly, “Stop! Stop! It hurts too much! You damn demon!”
The crew members behind looked at the Nali gentleman wielding the staff as if he were a devil, silently preparing to distance themselves from him. Only Alagina’s gaze remained fixed on Fisher, lost in thought, her usually calm demeanor tinged with a hint of pink, and her breathing quickened slightly.
The magic looked…
“Don’t overdo it! I’ll tell you! My mission has been completed! The Undying Sorceress is protected in the [Pink Pavilion], and I can’t enter. I was about to leave Saint Nali to report this message back to the society!”
But amidst the pain, Bart’s body suddenly began emitting magic energy uncontrollably. Just as Fisher frowned, thinking he would resist, Bart also paused for a moment, then excitedly said,
“No, no! She’s coming! She’s nearby! The [Undying Sorceress] you’re looking for is nearby! Look, my…”
“Bang!”
Just as Bart opened his mouth, a spark lit up from the darkness above the tunnel, the sound of a firearm echoed through the tunnel, and Fisher didn’t expect someone to suddenly appear there.
Bart’s head exploded in response, and fortunately, the liquid inside didn’t splatter on Fisher.
Fisher’s expression instantly turned extremely cold. He raised his staff and leaped high, his dragon-like physique propelling him to the pipe above, where a figure wearing a cloak was startled, seemingly not expecting Fisher to jump so high.
She raised her gun to shoot, but before she could act, Fisher was already leaping toward her, smashing a punch into her face, sending her flying backward.
That figure was hit hard on the head by Fisher but showed no signs of slowing down. She let out a soft grunt, tracing an arc in the air and landing on the pipe behind her, then turned to flee without looking back.
“Trying to run?”
Fisher lifted his staff, intending to keep her from escaping. With nimble hands, he activated several magic runes as the Thread Weaver morphed into shimmering threads that quickly wrapped around one of her legs.
In mid-air, her jumping motion slowed briefly as she was forced to land back on the original pipe. Seeing the pirates below raise their guns aimed at her, she unexpectedly made a move that Fisher didn’t anticipate.
The figure suddenly drew a blade from her chest, slashing at her left leg. The ensnared calf was cut off and dropped to the ground. A torrent of blood sprayed out, but in the next moment, the blood rushed back as if time had paused, from the point of severance, flesh rapidly grew, and soon a complete left leg was regenerated.
In just a second, she performed a miraculous act of regeneration right before Fisher’s eyes.
With her left leg bare and a foot covered by her cloak, she glanced back at Fisher before swiftly escaping upward without obstruction.
Fisher raised his hand and unleashed several cutting spells, but she was agile, dodging all the spells in mid-air and quickly disappearing from his sight. He could only regretfully pull back on the Thread Weaver, retrieving the severed left leg that she had discarded, still warm and wrapped in white stockings and boots.
The shocking scene replayed in Fisher’s mind, corresponding with the prophecy of the [Undying] in the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans.
“Is she the Undying Sorceress?”
Fisher frowned, deciding to keep the severed leg for now and later perform a spell to see if he could track her. However, as soon as this thought arose, the severed leg slowly transformed into a pool of foul-smelling blood, forcing Fisher to dispose of it urgently.
He opened his mouth, momentarily speechless.
At the entrance of Snakehead Street, a cloaked woman barefoot ran onto the bustling street, still feeling uneasy; she hastily darted into a nearby alley to confirm no one was around before she frantically removed the cloak from her head.
Underneath the cloak, her lovely brown hair cascaded down, revealing a beautiful and pure face exposed to the air. Her complexion was quite normal, but her expression conveyed immense pain, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her muscles tensed up.
She bit down hard on her fallen cloak, staring intensely at her newly grown left leg.
“Ahh!”
The agony, far exceeding that of a severed limb, fiercely drilled into her heart, making her teeth almost shatter from biting the cloak.
But fortunately, a few minutes later, the pain gradually lessened until it completely faded, and she slowly relaxed.
“I… I am the… [Undying Sorceress]; this bit of pain… ugh.”
She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, muttering to herself as crystalline tears streamed down her cheeks, causing her to panic and hurriedly wipe her face.
After confirming that no one was around, she finally stood up, limping away into the alley of the street.
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