Lady Morgana's Methods

A startled scream rang out from the carriage convoy.

Locke turned to look at one of the female mortal helpers in the convoy. She had been the one screaming just now, and the direction of her terrified gaze was a small hill.

The small hill seemed to be a miniature mass grave. Many white bones lay scattered across it, while several naturally formed, mutilated skeletons moved stiffly among them.

"Oh, in an environment with such dense negative energy, it isn't strange for some natural Undead Creatures to arise on their own even without using Spirit Communication School spells."

Sitting in the carriage, Locke pondered, "After people here die, whether all sorts of bizarre Undead Creatures emerge is probably only a matter of probability."

Albert, who was sharing the carriage with Locke, also seemed to be visiting the heartland of the Blood Curse Court for the first time. He had been looking around constantly, and now he said quietly to Locke, "Locke, you seem rather calm."

"This Black Wizard territory is really bizarre. It's full of strange things."

Locke shrugged. "It's not too bad, Senior."

Their carriage seemed to hit something on the road, jolting them both.

Albert and Locke immediately looked toward the muddy path. A piece of black wood as tall as a person was wedged in their carriage wheel. A human face had been carved into the black wood, and it looked deeply sinister.

That face seemed to be staring at Locke and Albert, extending an invitation to them.

Albert raised his brows at once. "What the hell is that?"

"Driver, keep going. We ran into some idiot."

Locke had seen it as well. It was clearly a cursed object.

Curse Magic coiled around it, though its level was too low to matter to him and was practically