Chapter 273

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Chapter 273: The Man in Black

Wolfe tightly grasped Jesse’s clothes. The sight of this old scholar in his sixties crying uncontrollably made everyone feel uncomfortable.

Jesse glanced back and saw Vereesa holding a candlestick instead of a knife or dagger, understanding her intention to smash something more accurately than Jesse expected.

"Don’t cry, Mr. Wolfe. I don’t want anything from you," Jesse said. "I just want to know some information related to the Great Mausoleum."

When Jesse mentioned the Great Mausoleum again, Wolfe’s eyes turned surprisingly fearful, far more than just a slight change in color when mentioned for the first time.

Eliza growled softly beside, one hand kept scratching forward, wanting to attack Jesse or Vereesa, Jesse looked at her and said, "Now I will let go of you, Mr. Wolfe, you promise not to attack me, right?"

"If you touch him again, it won’t just be your wife who will have a problem." The elf stared at the Alchemist, the dagger in her hand spinning like a light wooden stick, finally pointing straight at the old man’s neck.

"Believe me, your head will split faster than your hands can move."

"I know, I promise…" Wolfe glanced at his wife by the wall, wiped away tears, coughed twice and said, "Liz, be quiet for a moment, I have something to discuss with the guest."

The zombie, upon hearing this, although still trying to leave the wall to scratch something, but the voice was much softer than before.

Jesse watched the old man move to the table, slumping on the chair.

"You want to ask about the man in black, right?"

"The man in black?" Jesse looked at Vereesa, they exchanged a glance.

"Is it the Death Knight?" he asked.

"Maybe, I’m not sure, young man," Wolfe said. "When I saw that dark-clothed person again, I knew this day would come. I don’t understand Death Knight, nor do I understand the Horde, all I know is that the dark-clothed person wields Necromancy powers beyond my imagination. When I saw him demonstrate his abilities, I almost doubted everything I’ve learned in my life…"

Jesse sat across from him and said, "This is likely the person we are looking for, sir."

Wolfe looked over and said, "You won’t arrest me just because of Necromancy, right? You’re from the Wizard’s Sanctum."

"I don’t think you have any bargaining power now, human," Vereesa said expressionlessly.

He tapped his index finger on the table and said, "Indeed, I make no promises about that. Go on, let me see how involved you really are."

After thinking for a moment, Wolfe asked, "Can you guarantee… that the dark-clothed person will never come looking for me again?"

"That’s beyond my abilities," Jesse said calmly. "But our goal is to capture that guy, so if you don’t want to encounter him again, cooperating well is in your best interest."

The old man nodded, took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and said, "My wife has been seriously ill for many years. I’ve spent all my savings, searched for every herbalism and alchemy knowledge I could find, but couldn’t save her. In her final days, she was coughing up blood every day, every day…"

He covered his face, took a deep breath, and said, "Next, all I could do was try to keep her body intact, young man. Because I don’t think I’ve failed yet, I believe I can find a way to wake her up. This world is full of miracles, isn’t it?"

"Is this a miracle now?" Vereesa couldn’t help but ask.

"She’s back in front of me, madam," Wolfe said. "She’s standing up, calling my name, talking to me, walking, even yearning for the outdoors…"

"Are you sure she’s yearning for the outdoors, and not planning to go out for flesh?" Jesse asked.

Wolfe was silent for a moment, his lips moving slightly but not knowing what to say, apparently his thoughts were a mess at this moment.

"Let’s not talk about that." Jesse said. "So, was it the dark-clothed man who did this?"

"That night," Wolfe nodded and said, "It was about half a year ago, I can’t remember the exact day, he came to my doorstep, told me he needed my help for a favor, the reward was… to make my wife stand up again."

"He wanted me to help him find a powerful enough deceased, I took him to the Great Mausoleum… He eventually chose a cavalry captain who died last at Darkshire during the battle with Orcs in The Black Morass."

Saying this, he covered his face, sighed, and said, "At that time, I was treating that cavalry, I’m sorry to him, I couldn’t heal his wounds, and even handed his body to that dark-clothed warlock. I was out of my mind because that dark-clothed man just said a few spells and my wife opened her eyes again after so long. Let alone helping him find a dead person, even if that dead person was me, I would agree!"

At this point, Wolfe’s voice almost choked up, Jesse asked, "You performed the soul transference ritual for him, didn’t you?"

"You already know everything, sir," Wolfe shook his head and said, "You even know about that ritual for the soul, why ask me what to do? I witnessed the whole process, seeing his original body fall into the pile of soil, seeing his soul fly into another decaying body, seeing that body grow flesh and blood again, open its eyes, and speak to me in the voice of the previous dark figure. Slowly, I started to realize that I was doing something wrong, something terribly wrong."

"That night, sir, I was almost scared out of my wits, I even didn’t take the extra gifts left for me by the dark figure, he said those things could gradually bring my wife back to normal, like a normal person, like… like she had never died before."

"What gifts?" Jesse asked.

"I don’t know," Wolfe said, "I dared not stay in that place, it was raining heavily that day, thundering, as if even the heavens knew I was making a mistake and were trying to drive me back. I just wanted to see Eliza again, not spend the whole night with those corpses, I had had enough that day, even a little more sight would have driven me crazy, I knew I had to come back."

Thomas Wolfe rambled on about everything he saw that day, from the dead rising from their graves after hearing voices, the swirling soul fragments in the air, the dark bodies falling like toppled statues, the rain and wind wailing like ghosts, chilling to the bone on that summer night.

He seemed to have wanted to confide these matters for a while, but didn’t know who to turn to.

Finally, as his rambling narrative neared its end, Vereesa asked, "When the dark figure came to your door that night, did he seem wounded, or did his actions give you the impression that he was injured?"

That is indeed a question, why would this Death Knight want to switch bodies for no apparent reason?

Wolfe said decisively, "He was close to death, I could feel his soul struggling inside his body, like every dying person I have seen, madam, so he chose me to help him perform that wicked ritual, he wanted a new body to continue existing."

"After changing bodies, he became much more confident. I even thought at first that he might kill me to keep me from revealing the secret. I was willing to sacrifice my life to bring back my wife, but in the end, he spared me. He called me a genius and said he believed I should work for Orc."

Jesse asked, "If that’s the case, did he mention where you should look for him?"

Wolfe slowly lifted his head to look at Jesse and said, "He mentioned that if I also wanted to achieve immortality like my wife, I should seek out Gallanarash. I don’t know why, but I remember this strange name as if it were magically imprinted in my mind, as if one day I would need to remember it. I think that day is now. I have been completely truthful, sir."

"Thank you for Gallanarash, I understand now," nodded Jesse.

Glancing at the corpse of his wife behind him, which had now gone quiet, Jesse asked, "What about your wife, Mr. Wolfe?"