Apart from Bob and Chris, who were driving the horses outside, the rest of them were seated in the carriage, including Locke, who was heavily injured.
Fortunately, the carriage was spacious enough that it didn't feel crowded even though they were all in the same carriage.
"What does the book say?" asked Mina curiously.
On the other side, Joaquin was holding her magic notes and translating the contents of the black magic book.
This was because the magic notes of a mage were extremely personal and precious. Almost every mage would record their own cultivation experiences and experiences in it. Some sensitive mages would even record their own emotional experiences in it.
Therefore, through these black magicians' notes, it was entirely possible for them to learn why the low-level Specter could not only speak the human language, but also use magic, and even release an "infrasonic wave impact" that was beyond its level.
However, due to the private nature of the magic notes, Angelina and the others couldn't participate in the translation process with Joaquin's notes.
Although the progress was slow, the black caster's notes were still being translated in an orderly manner.
"I got it! I got it! " Exclaimed Joaquin excitedly. She had already deciphered a paragraph that was likely to introduce the origins of the magic books.
"Year 1441 of the Arcana Calendar. I came to this area known as the Three Western Isles. As a black caster, I still don't know why I'm inclined to use the Arcana Calendar used by light and dark casters. Perhaps it's because of my passion as a seeker of the truth.
"Year 1443 of the Arcana Calendar. I arrived at the leftmost island of the Three Western Isles. The people here call this Missia Continent. Although the magical elements here aren't abundant, it's a good place for my experiments. At least there aren't any troublesome caster hunters around.
"Year 1446 of the Arcana Calendar. It's been five years since I came to Missia. Without the exploitation of the upper-class black casters and the harassment of the caster hunters, my progress has been very fast. I can already extract half of a human's soul from their body, although it took about two hundred ordinary people to do so.
"I still don't have enough experimental materials. I need more. Let's go to the next country. I didn't expect the Sanctum to exist in Missia. Someone has already noticed me.
"This is a new nation, Aomar, the most powerful nation on Missia. Those hypocrites in the Sanctum would never expect me to be hiding right under their noses."
"72% of the soul can be completely extracted. This is a qualitative leap. I believe that this is the first step for me, Clelia, the great high-rank dark magic apprentice, to become an official sorcerer. As long as I can completely extract a human's soul, my core magic, Dimensional Impact, will reach its peak. I will also be able to step into the category of level-1 creatures in all planes."
"I think this is a day worth remembering. Year 1450 of the Arcana Mathematical Calendar. The soul extraction of test subject 654 has reached 80% completion."
"The progress of the experiment is getting slower and slower. High-rank magic apprentices have a lifespan of 200 years. I don't know if I, who only have 50 years left, can hold on until the day my experiment is completed. But I don't think it's far away. Today, the completion rate is 83%."
"I've used up all the materials for my experiment. I need to find another place to stay. The number of missing people in this place has reached two hundred. If this continues, based on my experience, someone will definitely come to investigate."
"Lipps Province? The name of this province reminds me of a level-2 super rank magical beast, the Lippe Vermillion Bird, when I was training on the Sorcerer Continent. "
"I don't need as many materials this month. I only need a dozen people. I've moved to a place that looks like the countryside. Although this place is remote, it gives me a good feeling. It reminds me of the simple feeling of being close to nature before I learned magic."
"The lord of this village is actually a mid-rank Knecht. I really don't understand why this man is so weak compared to his peers when he's obviously not bad looking and is obviously strong."
"Monki came to bother me again today. I don't know how he figured out that I'm a caster, but he insisted that I follow him to investigate the missing people in his territory. Am I supposed to tell him that the missing people are lying quietly on my alchemy table in the basement?"
"I feel like I've really gone crazy. I can't believe that Clelia, the famous' Howling Demon 'of Simon City in the Darvill region of the Sorcerer Continent, would follow a silly mid-rank Knecht around his territory to investigate the unusual incidents. I'll never admit that it's because this man looks like the big brother next door when I was young. "
"A few days ago, I went out with Knight Monki out of boredom, but it's not like I didn't get anything out of it. At least this time, I won't use up all the discarded materials and use Mud Sink to bury them in the ground. The aura of despair in that place is so thick that it'll attract the Carrion Vultures."
"It's been two years since the completion rate of the soul extraction has reached 85%. I don't know if it's because Monki doesn't want to work on ordinary people anymore, or if I'm tired of the daily soul extraction experiments, but the progress of the experiment is surprisingly slow."
"It's a sunny day today. I used to hate sunny days like this, but for some reason, I actually agreed to Monki's request to go on a picnic in the suburbs with him. Monki is a powerful mid-rank Knecht, and he's already hunted a few prey in such a short time. If it was in the past, I might've refined him into my puppet."
"It's been a long time since I've recorded anything on the Arcana Calendar. In the blink of an eye, it's been three years since I've been in Lipps Province. The progress of the soul extraction experiment has slowed down by more than half compared to a few years ago. I think it's time for me to leave. My subconscious tells me that magic is my ultimate goal."
"It's been two days since I left without saying goodbye. I wonder if Monki will still think of an old woman like me. That's right. My skin may still be smooth, and I still look young, but I'm actually already 147 years old. It's all thanks to black magic that I can maintain my current appearance."
"It's magic that allows me to live a long life, and it's also magic that keeps me young. In order not to lose everything I have now, I should climb to the peak and become an official Magister as soon as possible. That's the truth I'm pursuing. As for Monki, he's just a passerby in my life."
"Damn it! How did Priss cross the Straits of Panama? Did the Sanctum just let a hopeless black caster like him come in? "
"Priss came to look for my mentor's magic notes, but I've already memorized all the contents. I've long since burned the notes."
"It's been a week since the chase began. Priss, my former senior, has changed too much. I'm no match for him. He's already at the threshold of becoming an official Magister, and he's only one step away from advancing."
"The heavy injury to my abdomen made it difficult for me to breathe. My lungs should have split by two-thirds. No one can understand the structure of the human body better than me, a black caster who has dissected countless corpses."
"Priss' heart was also hit by my Dimensional Shock. Although it wasn't completely obliterated, it must have been seriously injured. But that's not important. I'm about to die. Priss only needs to move a finger to cut off my head when I'm defenseless."
"Who's that black shadow? No, it's Monki! How did that guy catch up? Run! You're no match for him!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"It's really a miracle. I don't know where the last burst of power came from, but the moment I saw Monki about to be killed by Priss, my mental strength bottleneck loosened a little. Despite the serious repercussions, I threw out a dark magic ball."
"Monki coughed up blood and cut off Priss' head. At that moment, I think I found my life's pursuit. It's not magic, it's not profound truths, it's stability."
"Monki didn't care about my identity as a black mage. In fact, he didn't even know what a black mage was. He only came to find me. I hid my age, and two weeks after I recovered, I married him."
"I didn't have the blessings of my family and friends, only the support of the people in Monki's territory. At that moment, I somewhat regretted what I had done to these people. I began to use my magic to help them as much as I could."
"After the battle with Priss, I was seriously injured and overused my mana. Although my mental strength increased, the mana in my body was completely chaotic. I lost the qualifications to become an official mage, but that's not important. My greatest wish now is to give birth to a child for Monki."
"It's really a miracle. I got pregnant, and Monki was overjoyed. He gave the order to exempt the people of his territory from taxes for half a year. This made the people of his territory sincerely wish for our child."
"In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed. Britney is our only child, and also our treasure."
"Britney, our adorable child, has a serious lung cough. I think it's because of me. Even now, I'm still missing a whole lobe of my lung. Because of the mana surge, this disability has been passed on to Britney."
"Britney's lung cough is getting worse and worse, to the point where she's coughing up blood. Through my calculations, I can already tell that Britney can only live until she's eight years old. Heavens, she's only a six-year-old girl now."
"Monki's hair turned white from worry as he watched Britney grow thinner and paler by the day. If even I, a high-rank Lehrling, can't solve this problem, how can those quacks in the domain cure my daughter?"
"Resisting the urge to slaughter those useless doctors and feed them to the Carrion Vultures, I chased them away."
"I wanted to use my own method to save Britney's life. I even had a big fight with Monki over this."