Found It

Just as he stared at Chen Cheng with venomous eyes, his mentor Melinda called out to him from behind.

"Coles, why are you hiding here? Are you a little scared? Don't be afraid, you have—"

Yet who knew whether this little boy's mind had been scorched muddled by the fire of jealousy these past few days? Before Melinda could finish, he directly turned and ran out of the academy with the big fellow beside him.

Melinda had not expected that she had merely wanted to comfort Coles, to let him know that if he was afraid, he could come to his teacher's side—yet he had flown into a rage and run out of the academy.

As his mentor, Melinda was naturally deeply concerned for his safety. Just as she prepared to chase after him, Isabel stepped forward and pulled her back.

"Your magical attainments are higher than mine. Stay here and help properly. I'll go bring that kid back."

Melinda also knew that this Magic Array was extremely important. And although Isabel, who cultivated both magic and combat, might not match her in magical attainments, she was still somewhat stronger in actual combat.

Whether it was chasing Coles or protecting from behind, she was more skilled at both than Melinda.

Coles truly deserved his talent as a top-tier assassin. Not long after he ran out, even Isabel, a Gold Rank powerhouse, had already lost all trace of him.

At this moment, Coles had been completely blinded by rage. He only wanted to escape that place where everyone cared about a mere slave. He simply could not accept that he, the dignified son of a Baron, had plotted against a slave, only for that slave to emerge completely unscathed.

And to his ears, Melinda's comforting words were also mocking him, as though the dignified son of a Baron had less courage than a lowly slave.

The waiting and disappointment of these past few days had already driven him to the brink of madness. He truly wanted to rush before Huidun and question him.

He wanted to ask why, after seeing his fiancée being lovey-dovey with a slave in the Image Recording Crystal, Huidun had not killed him for the sake of his noble honor—and why he was now still surrounding him, following his commands.

He also wanted to grab Professor Pempes by the collar and question him. Brown was nothing more than a slave. Did using Super-class Magic mean he deserved such treatment? He was only a slave who could be killed at any time.

He also wanted to question those in the academy who worshipped Chen Cheng. Had they all forgotten that they were children of nobles? He was only a lowly slave.

He had been born a slave to please us, so why did they worship him, using their admiration to please him instead?

These past few days, Coles's mind had been filled with these furious questions. How he wanted to roar them aloud—but when he saw that everyone liked Chen Cheng, he shrank back.

Then he grew angry at his own cowardly retreat, at one point believing himself to be trash, even inferior to those people who licked Chen Cheng's boots. He had actually been frightened by a slave.

Amid this tangled fury and cowardice, this little boy who had received traditional noble class education since childhood had completely gone mad.

One could say that poor little Coles was the most typical example of someone driven insane by this class-based education.

Meanwhile, atop the cliff, the Alchemist looked at the exceptionally pure thread of angry emotion that had suddenly appeared within the Magic Crystal in his hand. He was slightly startled.

"I never expected such a gifted person to exist even in this remote land. No wonder this is where the Sword of Kings emerged."

The Alchemist reached out and brushed aside the countless threads of emotion before grasping the thread of rage that came from Coles.

Moreover, the angry emotion produced by this fellow was so pure that he became interested in why he was so furious.

He wanted to see why this person, who had provided him with such pure angry emotion, was so enraged. Perhaps understanding it would also help him gather emotional power in the future.

The Alchemist's consciousness quickly invaded Coles's angry emotions. The moment his consciousness touched Coles's fury, even the consciousness of a Platinum Rank powerhouse was nearly led astray and turned angry.

Then the Alchemist sensed Coles's extreme rage. This fire of anger seemed capable of burning the entire world, brimming with an incomparably violent intent.

The alchemist inwardly praised Coles as a peerless genius in the emotional path of an alchemist's cultivation.

Whether Coles should have been happy or not, none of the talents he possessed belonged to the orthodox magic system.

Either he had top-tier talent for stealth and concealment, or top-tier talent in the path of emotions. Perhaps he had been born to become an evil villain.

As the Alchemist's consciousness delved deeper, he finally saw the source of Coles's anger.

Then, in an instant, his consciousness received information about a great crowd of people. He was nearly struck senseless by that flood of information and turned into an idiot.

At that moment, cold sweat broke out across the Alchemist's forehead in fright. He had not expected that the rage of someone so weak could contain so much information.

Fortunately, Coles was weak. Otherwise, that single impact might have turned the Alchemist into an idiot.

Although this method of invading another person's emotions with one's consciousness to peer into their memories was dangerous, the Alchemist, being a research madman, felt extremely excited.

After receiving Coles's angry emotions toward those who worshipped and protected Chen Cheng, he saw the ultimate source of that rage.

A tall, handsome, sunny boy in an academy uniform, smiling brightly. Yet a Slave Collar was fastened around his neck, and at his waist hung an Iron Sword that was already somewhat rusted.

The Alchemist had not expected that Coles's pure rage would originate from such an utterly ordinary slave.

After receiving Coles's memories of his anger toward Chen Cheng, the Alchemist revealed a mocking smile.

"As expected of followers of evil gods. Only followers of evil gods like you would become so furiously enraged over so-called status."

Just as the Alchemist prepared to withdraw his consciousness from Coles's angry emotions, his consciousness unfortunately brushed against the Iron Sword at Chen Cheng's waist within Coles's memories.

The next instant, the Alchemist felt as though thorns were stabbing his back and needles pricking his seat. He swiftly severed his connection to that consciousness.

Yet the divine artifact's counterattack was too fast. A sword scar had already appeared on the Alchemist's wrinkled forehead, while his forehead bone had also cracked slightly.

A dark-red line of blood trickled down from his forehead.

Looking at the drops of blood falling, the Alchemist showed neither pain nor fear. Instead, a somewhat twisted excitement appeared on his face.

He had not expected to find the Sword of Kings, which he had needed to search for with such painstaking effort, so easily.

Now, he had gathered so many emotions and found the whereabouts of the divine artifact.

So long as he used this emotional power to contaminate the divinity upon the artifact, this Sword of Kings would be his.

Heaven itself was truly helping him.

The Alchemist raised his face to the sky and offered a round of prayers to the evil fiend he worshipped.

Meanwhile, within the academy, Chen Cheng was discussing with Professor Pempes how to inscribe the Variable Magic needed for the next step when he suddenly felt the sword at his waist tremble. Others did not know the origins of the sword at his waist, but he himself knew them very well.

Legend said that this sword was a weapon of the gods. Naturally, this divine artifact differed from other magical weapons. Now that it had trembled for no reason, perhaps it had sensed danger approaching?

Seeing Chen Cheng stop writing, Pempes, who was watching from the side, nervously asked,

"Brown, what's wrong? Is there something incorrect?"

Chen Cheng came back to his senses and shook his head.

Even if there really was danger, Professor Pempes was here. If even the professor could do nothing, then his own worries would be superfluous. He should hurry and inscribe the Variable Magic required by the Magic Array.

Once the Magic Array took shape, Pempes and the other would be free to find and kill that Alchemist. Then, even if there was danger, it would pass.

Seeing Chen Cheng shake his head to indicate that nothing was wrong, Pempes felt much more at ease. The cries of battle and killing outside the city could be heard clearly even within the academy.

They now needed this Magic Array to function and resist those undead. Only then could he join forces with Adolf to find that Alchemist and kill him.