Death Spirit Sight

I wonder how much psychic energy that strange entity that killed Baron Lonanks possesses. The psychic energy contained within that half-broken bone whistle was enough to activate the graveyard. If I could obtain the psychic energy of this entity, I would definitely be able to fully open the graveyard.

However, this thought had just appeared before Green ruthlessly suppressed it. Being able to defeat a ten-man-plus adventurer party, kill an Advanced Apprentice Knight, use ruthless and cruel methods, and torture to death a noble baron—such an entity was not something he could provoke in his current state. If he forced the issue, it would simply be courting death.

At this moment, the people in the study walked out one after another. Aside from the three forensic doctors, the rest of someone were either nobles or high-ranking officials, all of them delicate and pampered. Someone had just died inside, and nobody was willing to linger. That old forensic doctor, however, was quite interested in the baron's corpse and wanted to take it back for a detailed autopsy, but Baron Lonanks's wife refused, claiming that her husband's body must never be subjected to treatment that compromised noble dignity.

Subsequently, the mayor, the speaker, and Viscount Paul offered their condolences to the baron's wife and then each left.

However, Green stayed behind. Just now, he had discovered a certain trace at the doorway of the study. He could sense it, yet his naked eyes could not see it. It was precisely this feeling that made him subconsciously strain his eyes to look, only to suddenly feel a stabbing pain in them. In about a second, all the surrounding color vanished, unexpectedly transforming into a black-and-white world!

This was a 1st-circle Necromancy—Death Spirit Sight.

Previously, Green Wilson had studied this magic for a long time without any progress, and he never expected that Green would unexpectedly use it. It must have been because Green was recognized as a Novice Necromancer Apprentice in the graveyard that he was able to cast this magic. Unfortunately, it only lasted for a second, and his eyes suffered an unbearable stabbing pain, already filled with bloodshot veins. Fortunately, Green's body had begun Lichification; otherwise, the magical backlash just now would have caused his eyeballs to burst.

Green was able to endure it, gritting his teeth and keeping a straight face as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, slowly recovering a moment later.

Although Death Spirit Sight had only lasted for a second, it was enough. Green discovered the traces that the naked eyes could not see—those were a few drops of invisible, hidden blood.

Bloodstains that can shield vision! Could it be that the strange entity that killed the baron possesses invisibility, or has solidified a special magic that shields vision? Green pondered secretly, looking in the direction where the bloodstains had been left behind. It was an inconspicuous utility room. He judged that most likely it was some kind of magical item the baron had kept hidden on his person, or the baron himself possessed a certain ability, injuring the opponent in return when the entity tortured him to death. Transcendental abilities were not secrets within noble circles, especially for a noble who controlled vast wealth. It was impossible for him to have no defenses against strange entities, and having one or two magical items was completely normal.

This discovery made Green somewhat tempted. When the forensic doctors examined the baron's corpse just now, they had not found any magical items. In full view of the public, it was even more impossible for them to have embezzled them. Thus, it was extremely likely that the magical item on the baron's body had been taken away by that strange entity or hidden somewhere.

Green estimated that the latter possibility was even greater, not only because that strange entity was injured, but also because abilities like shielding vision, however magical, came with extremely heavy restrictions. According to Green's common sense of transcendental power, such abilities could only act upon oneself and were very difficult to transmit into other objects. If that strange entity had fled with the magical item after killing someone, appearing within the field of vision of other people, it would have been an object floating around. Baron Lonanks's mansion was heavily guarded, and it was impossible for such a situation to occur without anyone noticing.

Right at this moment, that honorable speaker proposed leaving behind some manpower, ostensibly to help handle Baron Lonanks's funeral arrangements, but in truth, everyone understood it tacitly—they were just informants left behind.

That astute baron's wife certainly understood the other party's purpose, but she could not refuse.

Baron Lonanks had died too suddenly, and his brothers and relatives would never watch a massive fortune fall into the hands of a young widow of commoner birth. A battle for inheritance was about to unfold. The baron's wife held the primary right of succession, but after all, she was isolated and must secure allies. And the people who appeared inside the baron's mansion at this moment were every single one of them targets she would strive to win over. Even if they could not help, at least they must not become enemies, and for this, she was willing to pay a price.

These magnates of Landon City were even less likely to miss the opportunity. Even though the danger of the strange entity had not yet lifted, it could not stop their craving for wealth, and they were prepared to tear several large chunks of meat off the baron's inheritance.

There were four people in total on Green's side. Viscount Paul and Vincent would of course not stay behind. Lawrence was the grand steward of Wilson Castle, with complex and irreplaceable affairs to handle, so this task naturally fell upon Green's head.

After Viscount Paul and the others left, Green felt secretly pleased and immediately began taking action, starting to search along the bloodstains discovered by Death Spirit Sight.

At this moment, the sky had already grown dark. The gas lamps providing illumination inside the baron's mansion were lit, and the yellowish light made this house where someone had just died appear all the more eerie.

During that previous second, Green had only roughly seen the direction where the blood dropped. He first took advantage of the moment when nobody was paying attention to enter that utility room to check, but found nothing, and could only use Death Spirit Sight once more to search for the traces of invisible blood dripping down. Having the experience from last time, upon using the magic again, Green clearly sensed a faint energy within his body converging toward his eyes along with his intent. This was his first time consciously using magic, and somewhat to his regret, he failed. Probably due to nervousness, after the mana gathered at his eyes, it failed to smoothly coalesce into a magic circle, and the mana subsequently dissipated.

Green was not discouraged. He gently rubbed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and recalled the magic circle structure of Death Spirit Sight in his mind as he prepared to continue trying.

The second time, because he kept recalling the magic circle structure in his mind, the mana smoothly condensed into a magic circle, yet due to exerting too much force, it caused a wave of dizziness to wash over him.

The third time, absorbing the lessons and experience of the previous two attempts, Green finally completed this introductory 1st-circle Necromancy—Death Spirit Sight.

In an instant, Green's entire field of vision turned black and white, with only a few drops of blood on the ground displaying a glaring red.

Enduring the stabbing pain in his eyes, Green seized the time to search along the bloodstains, quickly discovering that the bloodstains drifted toward the direction of the stairs. Judging from the distribution of the bloodstains, that strange entity was not lightly injured; it had come out of Baron Lonanks's study, rested for a moment while leaning against the doorframe of the utility room, and then headed toward the second floor.

Green hurriedly walked over briskly, enduring the aching, stabbing pain in his eyes. Taking two steps in one, he headed upward along the staircase, and finally saw the bloodstains disappear in front of the door of a guest room.

At this point, Green could finally hold back no longer. He dismissed Death Spirit Sight and rubbed his eyes vigorously; the continuous use of Death Spirit Sight still exerted far too much pressure on his bodily organs.

Green looked to the left and right, then tentatively pushed open the room door.

Generally, rooms provided for guests to stay in were not locked at ordinary times. Sure enough, the door was unlocked, and with a gentle twist, it opened.

"Creak..."

Accompanied by the slight friction of the hinges as the door opened, a room of over ten square meters presented itself before Green.