Sorcerer’s Handbook

Caimon City, Pearl Branch of the Sin Hunting Hall.

“Huh?” The young hunter glanced at the flickering “Coffin Lamp”, and immediately stood up. “Someone has died.”

Another rotund beastman hunter, munching on chips, asked, “Where did they die?”

“Let me see…” The young hunter switched the Sin Hunting screen to the surveillance footage, “The place of death is over by Third Street of Elf Lake.”

“I know that place, isn’t it full of abandoned properties? Those stupid developers, they see a small pond and dare to call it ‘Elf Lake’, boasting of its lakeside views; a couple of trees and they call it a ‘private forest’, a health secret; if the door to the stairs is a bit far, they can call it a ten-meter-long corridor!” The fat beastman hunter spat out, “The ads are so aggressive, but it still ended up being an unfinished project. Thankfully, I spent all my salary on gambling, or I would definitely be stuck with a house like Bernie.”

He tossed a handful of chips into his mouth, crunching loudly, “Right, who died?”

“Two people died, Louis Mill, a human male, 32 years old; Nyabrin Aiden, a female goblin, 14 years old…”

“Sugar history?”

“The former six years, the latter three years.”

“Must have hidden in the unfinished building and ate too much sugar, died during the Melting Sugar. But it’s quite rare that a human and a goblin were Melting Sugar together…”

Even ogres, who naturally have the highest resistance to poison, will experience some hallucinations after eating Moon Sugar, let alone other species. Besides hallucinations, it also triggers a strong sexual drive and a sense of excitement. Therefore, ‘sugar people’ often engage in conflicts or mating activities after consuming sugar. If multiple males and females consume sugar and mate together, it is referred to as ‘Melting Sugar’.

The young hunter was somewhat uneasy, “A 14-year-old goblin, isn’t she not old enough to leave the Foster Home yet?”

“Oh, it seems you didn’t come from a Foster Home in the vegetable market.” The fat beastman hunter laughed, “If you work a few more shifts here, you’ll find out. This area is full of low-level Foster Homes, and for the brats inside, escaping is easier than taking a dump. Many of the main members of the small gangs are underage kids. Because of the Child Protection Law, even if they commit crimes, their sentences can be reduced, they are quite audacious. If they grow up, they either join gangs or go to prison to mine platinum for life.”

“So…we don’t need to check this out? If the underage goblin was sent to the hospital in time…”

“No need, handle it like last time, just send the location information directly to the hospital, let them send someone to deal with the bodies.” The fat beastman hunter shrugged, “If hunters are dispatched, a case has to be filed, right? A file needs to be written, right? The body needs to be dealt with, right? The scene needs to be protected, right?”

“The most important thing is, all this fuss, our salary won’t increase by a single silver coin, but our workload will increase. And in the end, the hospital will still take the bodies. Isn’t it better to skip straight to that step now?”

The young hunter had difficulty accepting this, “We don’t care if people die in gang fights, we don’t care if people die from sugar, what do we hunters care about?”

“I guess that’s why a college-graduate hunter like you got transferred to such a remote branch.” The fat beastman hunter calmly said, “It seems that you must have been a very annoying, justice-ridden comedic character in the Hall.”

The young hunter shook his head, put on his coat, and prepared to leave.

“We hunters, we only protect the living, not the dead.” The fat beastman hunter said, “Let those who choose to go down the road of self-destruction, who don’t cherish their own lives, fend for themselves. That’s being responsible to society.”

“When did a 14-year-old goblin girl, who hasn’t even left the Foster Home, get to choose her own path?” The young hunter shouted, “It’s not her responsibility to society, but society’s responsibility to her!”

“And yet, after all the Blood Moon Dual Race has done to us, how can we just stand by and watch others be harmed by this society?”

Watching the young hunter storm out and slam the door, the chubby beastman hunter scratched his head, “I didn’t expect this university student who secretly watching the Blood Moon Tribunal during his shift… Hmph, and he talks as if he’s so noble. Wait until I report him and get his monthly bonus deducted, then he will know he was wrong…”

“Young people are indeed young. They believe whatever the Ogre says, not even considering that those who can sit in that position are crafty politicians. They twist narratives against them while highlighting any advantages they have. But it seems that quite a few young people have been incited by that Ogre…”

“Blood Moon Dual Race… the most barbaric civilization…”

The chubby beastman hunter glanced at the empty bag of chips, licked his fingers, and looked up at the Blood Moon outside, “Speaking of which, why was I transferred to this branch office?”

The beastman opened the holographic screen, flipped through past albums, until the image stopped at a photo from three years ago. In the photo, he had just joined the Heresy Court, wearing a handsome dark red uniform, looking strong and vigorous, full of vitality, and his face was filled with a sunny smile.

He looked at the mirror next to him, only to see a decrepit beastman covered in the bloody moonlight.

“It’s only us middle-aged people who are wasted. There’s still hope for the young.”

“Mayor, died beautifully.”

On Third Street of Elf Lake, a half-finished building collapsed with a loud bang, startling a flock of birds.

Ashe hid behind a broken wall, glanced at the blood spreading under the rubble next to him, and said, “Stop playing around, if we don’t leave now, the Heresy Court will catch up. I’m sure Gerard is so mad at my message that he wants to accelerate his pursuit with flatulence, but if you guys want to vent your anger on a Tri-Wing Sanctuary Sorcerer, I don’t mind.”

Igor hiding behind another wall asked, “Did you really leave a message for Gerard? But how do you know that Gerard was the first to arrive at the Tribunal?”

“I guessed. You better pray I guessed wrong.” Ashe asked, “So, do you still want to fight?”contemporary romance

“No more fighting.” Harvey, hiding in the shadow of the second floor, said, “I can’t communicate with the chip processors around here right now. It’s too much trouble to kill you guys.”

“Is it my illusion, Harvey, you’ve become very arrogant after jailbreak.” Ronat laughed.

“Ronat, do you still have time to laugh? Aren’t you afraid that Langna next to you will swallow you whole?” Igor provoked, “There’s no Medic around here to save you.”

“That’s for “Beautiful Beast” to worry about.” Langna laughed, “When the news of your jailbreak spread, I’m sure your old ‘clients’ couldn’t wait to negotiate big deals with you against your notoriety from Feimeng City to Caimon City is well-known. Even in jail, I knew many people hated you.”

“So, let’s all go our separate ways”

“Wait!” Ashe suddenly shouted, “Before we part, I have a question, do you know of any ways to leave the Blood Moon Realm?”

After a brief silence, Harvey said faintly, “Regardless of whether there is a way or not, why should I tell you even if there is?”

Ashe said, “It’s like confessing love. If you don’t confess, there’s definitely no chance, but if you do, maybe the other person will become blind?”

“Speaking of which, Ashe, you still owe me a wish.” Igor said playfully, “The jailbreak went too smoothly, and I never had the chance to use this wish… What should I use this wish for? How about making you do push-ups in the middle of the ruins right now?”

“I think a wish should be practical, it’d be best if it doesn’t bother me and benefits you. How about you wish for me to buy you a birthday cake? I think a fruit cake would be nice.”

“Coincidentally, I don’t need to benefit myself, I just want to see you in trouble,” Igor roared. “And you’re the one who wanted to eat the fruit cake!”

“I don’t know,” Langna answered straightforwardly.

“I have some ideas, but I can’t tell you,” Ronat chuckled. “The fewer people who know, the better.”

“You guys really don’t share any thoughts…” Ashe complained, “Harvey, can I ask you for a favor?”

“Hmm?”

“I have two casualties here. They were probably near the building when our battle caused it to collapse, causing them to be hit by the rubble. After we leave, could you save them? I will clear the debris.”

Harvey was silent for a moment: “From what I can sense, you’re the only living person there.”

“I see…”

“So I can save them.”

“What?” Ashe was startled.

Two dark green lights flew out from the second floor, striking the rubble next to Ashe.

“If they haven’t died yet, I can’t really save them. But if they’re dead, I can use my Miracle to temporarily turn them into living corpses. Their bodies won’t further decompose for ten hours, and if they can be treated within this period, there’s a chance they can survive. You don’t need to clear the debris, otherwise, they might attack others,” Harvey said. “But this is the Pig District, they’ll need some luck.”

“Thank you.”

Ashe blinked when his gratitude went unanswered, realizing that everyone else had left.

Ashe used the sword heart to clear some of the rubble, exposing the heads of the living corpses, and then quickly circled around to another street, took off his prison guard uniform, put on the Crow Suit given to him by the Medic, and strode confidently into this unfamiliar city.

“Since I haven’t found a way to leave the Blood Moon Realm yet, I’ll put that aside for now, and complete my role-specific sideline tasks first…”

Standing in front of a public bus station, Ashe looked at the city map and quickly found the stop for ‘Caimon Comprehensive University’.

“Professor Sylin, your student has returned from the prison.”

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