Lord of Mysterious Wizard

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Opening the Box

In the early morning, the deep part of the Thorns Campus began to bustle, and Tang Qi had already eaten breakfast inside a small brick and stone building.

The incredibly sweet and soft red-hearted sweet potatoes, after a turn in the oven and peeled off their skin, filled the entire building with a rich aroma. Paired with a cup of yogurt, it was simply too satisfying; after all, those from the Mysterious Side don’t need to worry about being overweight, right?

After tidying up everything and picking up the textbooks and today’s “extracurricular materials,” Tang Qi, like the other students already gathering on campus, hurried to class.

However, as he walked into the living room, Tang Qi paused, walked to a shelf, lifted the black cloth covering a glass bottle, and greeted, “Good morning, Professor Cassel.”

He also opened the lid and poured a bit of clean water inside for Rick Cassel, the Professor.

Then, after closing the lid but not covering it with a black cloth again, he waited for Professor Cassel to wave his tentacles in response and then chuckled, “As my tenant, Professor Cassel also needs to pay rent. But considering your current state, I’ll trouble you to watch over the house in lieu of paying rent.”

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Hearing Tang Qi’s words, the Rick Cassel soaking in the clean water seemed a bit slow to react. A second later, he stiffly lifted his tentacles to tap the glass bottle twice, indicating his agreement.

Receiving an affirmative response, Tang Qi courteously waved his hand and then locked the door, quickly blending into the student tide.

Letting Professor Cassel watch over the house was just a whimsical action by Tang Qi.

If someone really infiltrated Tang Qi’s home, they would most likely be from the Mysterious Side. With the little trick Professor Cassel had up his sleeve, it was hardly likely to trouble anybody.

The truly secure things were still the setups made by Tang Qi himself.

His collections, the most precious nowadays, naturally were the Secret Medicines he had prepared over a day and night. The rest, such as Human Skin Ointment and Devil Dog Hybrid Manuscript, were not as important; if an intruder recklessly opened Tang Qi’s safe, they were likely greeted by an explosive reception.

The truly useful items for Tang Qi, such as the Mysterious Hair Tie, Black Blade, or Blood Python No.1, were all carried with him.

If his fellow students or his teachers knew that this guy was carrying such a powerful cannon, what would their expressions be?

However, it seemed unnecessary to worry about this, as during this time, no one cared about Tang Qi or Sally.

Although it was a noble high school, besides some second-generation rich kids, most students were still diligently studying, especially in such a competitive city where middle-class children actually worked harder than those from the lower or upper echelons.

The lower echelon students, unless they were geniuses like Sally, had no chance to step into this high school.

As for the upper echelon second-generation rich kids, there seemed to have been an incident or something brewing, leading them to collectively take leave recently.

This would be impossible in other schools.

But here, power and money were the true Sovereigns, especially since the parents of those second-generation kids on leave were mostly school board members, which made privilege quite normal.

With the most troublesome second-generation kids absent, ordinary students avoided Tang Qi or Sally as if terribly afraid.

The two of them could not be more leisurely.

Sally remained in her sloppy otaku look, listening attentively to class and taking detailed notes, even jotting down notes for Tang Qi as well. @@novelbin@@

Meanwhile, Tang Qi seriously delved into those thick volumes, whether it was “Federation Hundred Years of Strange, Absurd and Real” or “Monster Records,” or other various books Tang Qi had borrowed, their content was complicated and messy, headache-inducing.

Only Tang Qi could spend a whole day engrossed without feeling tired.

Regarding that privilege to take leave anytime and skip classes, Tang Qi actually had it too.

Recently acquired through the coordination between Messer Police Station and Thorny High School, Tang Qi, as a “Police Station Consultant,” can attend classes flexibly and leave whenever he wishes.

This was, of course, to facilitate Tang Qi in fulfilling his consulting duties, but the reception director of Thorny High School might not see it that way.

Probably just marveling in their mind, thinking that behind this student, whose parents are both deceased, there must be some big shot, yet this big shot has a rather wicked sense of humor, to grant a student such privileges and even confer him the title of a police station consultant.

Yesterday, after taking a day off with Stanna, Tang Qi was supposed to go to the police station today.

The news of him successfully handling the “Tulip Street Homicide” and “Ice Corpse Case” the day before yesterday had fermented for a whole day, and one could almost imagine the mountainous pile of case files accumulated within the Messer Police Station, with each jurisdiction frantically tossing cases involving transcendental and mysterious aspects over to them.

Regrettably, due to some reason, Tang Qi had to postpone it by another day.

He spent the entire day within the campus, reading books while seemingly waiting for something.

But by evening, when all students had left and he had said goodbye to Sally, he had not yet received what he was waiting for.

Before night fell, Tang Qi returned to his small building, preparing dinner while he couldn’t help but speculate.

“The photos were sent the day before yesterday; two days should be enough time for that family to come looking for me, shouldn’t they? With Samra traveling abroad and no trace of Old Morgan, the acting clan leader, aren’t they curious? Aren’t they worried?”

“No, that’s not right. Since they have already found the villa, they must be aware of my identity, or rather of the original owner’s identity, they might even have heard of Old Morgan’s death already.”

“But that’s not really a death. According to their tribal customs, the disappearance of the soul is a true death, which is why Samra has not yet come looking, considering I only cremated Old Morgan’s body, his soul is still well and existing on the scale.”

“So, why hasn’t the family, now under Abu’s control, come to find me?”

“They don’t know about the Soul Swapping Ceremony, but with Old Morgan who always took care of them and supplied money having disappeared, as the young master, I should be the most likely to know the truth. They’d have to come to ask me if they want to know everything, wouldn’t they?”

“Could something have happened in the meantime? Something that has held them back?”

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Tang Qi stopped; there was too little information, and baseless speculations were futile.

After quickly finishing dinner, Tang Qi did not continue to wait or enter the Meditation Method for cultivation as usual.

Instead, he once again approached the workbench.

Tonight, he planned to do something, but before that, he intended to add a weapon to his arsenal.

Chaga Fighting Technique involved more than just punches and kicks.

But what kind of weapon it would be specifically, even Tang Qi couldn’t predict.

“This feeling, it’s a bit like opening boxes in my previous life as a gamer.”

“My luck shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

Mumbling to himself, Tang Qi then reached into his pocket and pulled out a bone blade that, regardless of shape, craftsmanship, or other aspects, was extremely crude and poor.