Charle's words left even the Coffin Entity, who had weathered countless storms, stunned into silence.
For a moment, he even wondered whether he had slept for so long that his hearing had gone wrong.
Mark him?
What an unfamiliar term.
And from the sound of it, Charle had his eyes on this Dragon Blood Sea and Dragon Bone Mountain?
He even coveted his coffin?
After a brief silence, a low laugh echoed across the Dragon Blood Sea.
In an instant, towering waves of blood surged up.
The pressure that had eased somewhat because of Charle's "good sense" suddenly swelled dramatically. Even as nothing more than a phantom, it was enough to make one suffocate!
But in the brief moment when the Coffin Entity laughed in fury, Deep Blue had already deducted Deduction Points and begun deducing the Marking Charm at an unimaginable speed within Charle's mind.
This rather obscure magic, difficult yet of limited use, was generally employed only by certain organizations.
For instance, the Order of the Phoenix's Phoenix Mark, and the Death Eaters' Dark Mark.
But even among such tightly organized wizarding groups, aside from Voldemort, who had deliberately studied it as a "reward" for Death Eaters and developed the Dark Mark branded onto their bodies, almost no one continued researching this field in depth.
Yet at this moment, knowledge concerning marking magic was flooding into Charle's mind at a speed beyond ordinary imagination.
In an instant, his mastery of marking magic surpassed that of nearly every wizard.
Deep Blue's prompt sounded in Charle's mind.
"First deduction of marking magic complete." "The host can cast a unique mark of his own. Enemies within the mark's range have a certain chance of being intimidated into panic."
A scene from the original story flashed through Charle's mind—the appearance