Wizard Sabo

Yang Mu pondered how to obtain a Pure Heart. Such things generally appeared among ascetics, devout believers, and righteous knights.

Moreover, the chance of one being born was low, making them difficult to find. Higher-grade Demon Hearts and Angel Hearts were actually easier to obtain.

Angel Hearts were easy to obtain because some lucky Sixth Level Necromancer had discovered an Angel Plane, where the Main God was merely a Fifth Order lifeform. The Necromancer killed it on the spot and turned it into his Undead Servant.

Then he bred the entire plane, making a fortune by selling Angel Hearts and drawing enough envy to make people's eyes turn red.

Demon Hearts were even easier to obtain. As long as one had the strength, one could simply summon Demons from the Abyss. However, because the Mage World had slaughtered large numbers of Demons, the entire Mage World had been blacklisted by the Abyssal Will, which no longer responded to summons from the Mage World.

Anyone who wanted to summon them had to travel to other planes and use local creatures to perform the summoning. Once the Demons on the other side discovered that a Mage had summoned them, they would immediately sever the summoning passage.

Thus, collecting Demon Hearts had become an extremely time-consuming and exhausting task. Usually, only Mages who had bankrupted themselves through experiments would take on such drudgery to earn a little hard-earned money.

But Yang Mu currently met neither condition. He did not even know whether this world had Angels or Demons, nor did he know whether the Abyss had reached this world through Radiation.

Come to think of it, how far was this world from the Mage World? It felt as though the rules were completely different.

He shook his head, stopping himself from letting his thoughts run wild. What he needed to solve now was the problem of his Undead Space. Angel Hearts were out of the question.

Demon Hearts? He looked at his current Mental Power, then at the Undead Servant beside him, which could only be considered cannon fodder, and decided to forget it. Even the lowest-ranking Imp would probably beat him up before running back to the Abyss.

He would spare himself that suffering. Better to look for a church once he reached another place and see whether nuns or believers had Pure Hearts.

"Sir, would you like something to eat?"

A voice startled Yang Mu from his thoughts. Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly arrived at the dining hall.

Although it was late at night, the dining hall was far from deserted. Many guests were eating there, and some were even chatting.

Though this ship was a smuggling vessel, its clientele clearly was not made up of ordinary people. Most people aboard were wealthy and capable.

"Do you have lamb chops?"

"Of course, sir."

"Then give me a serving of lamb chops with a small salad and a glass of milk."

"Certainly. Please wait a moment."

After asking Yang Mu what he wanted, the male waiter left. Of course, dining here required payment, and the prices were ten times the normal rate. Even the waiter's tip was ten times higher.

Working as a waiter on this ship was a job many sailors coveted.

Before long, Yang Mu's lamb chops were served. However, just as he picked up his knife and fork, he caught the scent of death.

Sure enough, sailors soon entered the dining hall and went to the Captain, who was tending bar, to whisper something to him.

Yang Mu merely paused before continuing to cut up the lamb chops and eat.

Someone had died. On a stowaway ship like this, that was perfectly normal. Yang Mu ate with that mindset, but when he learned that the dead man was the navigator, his good mood instantly vanished.

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Had the Captain not stated that he could serve as navigator himself, Yang Mu would probably have been furious enough to kill someone.

What did losing the navigator at sea mean? It meant losing the route and losing direction. The entire ship would become a coffin drifting on the ocean.

Yang Mu had no desire to begin a wilderness survival challenge at sea.

And now, the most important thing was to find the murderer.

The killer's first target had been the navigator. Their purpose was self-evident: to leave them drifting at sea. But why?

Yang Mu was not the only one who could not figure it out. Even the Captain was baffled.

Yang Mu examined the navigator's corpse. The death was gruesome. The body had been torn into pieces, as though mauled by a wild beast. Yang Mu estimated the amount of blood on the floor and found that it was far too little for a full-grown man.

A Vampire? Was it after me?

Yang Mu swept his gaze across the crowd but found nothing unusual.

This was troublesome. The opponent appeared to be an experienced hand and rather powerful as well.

The Captain began gathering everyone, hoping to find the murderer, but the results were far from ideal. The people aboard were either wealthy or influential, so why were they riding on a smuggling ship like this?

Naturally, because everyone had secrets of their own.

Many people had brought guards with them, while some even had people in their rooms who could not be seen by the public. Under such circumstances, investigating was naturally extremely difficult.

As for conducting a forced search, what place did they think this was? The Captain's forces might not even outnumber the passengers'. Setting aside Transcendent individuals like Yang Mu, many others carried flintlock guns resembling muskets, and some were even knights clad in armor.

In the end, the matter could only be dropped.

The latter half of the night passed peacefully. When morning came, Yang Mu looked at the dense Gray Mist outside the window, thick enough to block out the sunlight, and frowned.

If last night he had only suspected that the opponent might be a Vampire, then now he could be certain. Moreover, it was a fairly powerful Vampire. Anyone capable of casting such magic was at least as strong as an Advanced Apprentice, equivalent to the Viscount Rank he had seen at the manor before.

If it was merely Viscount Rank, it would not be a major problem. But if it was stronger, then even with Yang Mu's methods, he was not confident he could deal with it.

As he pondered this, a knock sounded outside the cabin door. Yang Mu opened it and found a black man standing there, dressed in a suit.

In this era, black people were all slaves.

"It seems I was right after all. You are also a Transcendent. I am Wizard Houseman Sabo. From the surprise in your eyes, I can tell that my mental suggestion has no effect on you."

"Do you have any thoughts about the current situation? I have gathered several other Transcendents aboard the ship, and I hope we can resolve this matter together. After all, everyone only wishes to arrive safely in Princeton."

"Would you be willing to join this gathering?"

Wizard? What a distant term. In the previous era, the Mage World had also been called the Wizard World. He just did not know how the Wizards of this world differed from them.

Yang Mu did not refuse. He also wanted to see the other Transcendent abilities of this world. Besides, if he could obtain some Transcendental Materials and craft a few magical items, he would have a better chance of dealing with the hidden Vampire.

Led by the black Wizard, Yang Mu arrived in a cabin and met the other participants.