Chapter 121 What? Winter Vacation Is Over?

Eruden's basic education does not teach what the Odaquir ritual is, so when Carl finished speaking, the others still looked confused.

"Uh, little brother, what is the Odaquir ritual?"

Based on the principle of asking if you don't understand, the Ranger Captain asked Carl in a low voice.

After briefly introducing the origin of the Odaquir ritual to everyone who came here, Carl summarized the specific function of this thing: "In simple terms, this thing can transform corpses into undead soldiers in large quantities."

If you say so, we understand!

Although everyone did not say this directly, Carl heard the meaning from their "oh-" tone.

"What are you waiting for! Hurry up and dismantle this harmful thing!"

I don't know if it's because they have adapted to the stench in the air, but several adventurers seem to have stopped retching.

No one has any objection to this suggestion, so with the help of Carl, everyone dismantled this strange device.

'If the changeling spirit did not lie at the beginning, the techniques that Emerald Claw has mastered now may have been honed using Sarn's device. ’

With such a thought flashing through his mind, Carl was glad that he did not get involved in the dispute at the beginning, and at the same time he felt that he should do something.

‘Report the news I got from the phantom spirit when I go back later. ’

Having made up his mind, Carl no longer participated in the subsequent search work, but took Lisanna and Hope, and followed the rangers who escorted the strange device back to Vana City.

First, he went to the Adventurer's Association to submit the report on the completion of the task, and Carl and the other two received the commission fee.

“You two go around first, I have something to do at the City Hall.”

Seeing that the sky was gradually getting dark, Carl did not dare to delay and prepared to report to the City Hall first.

He had never thought that what the phantom spirit said could be true, but from the strange device he found today, he regretted that he did not tell his master and parents about it earlier.

“Come back early, Aunt Elifel and Uncle Ryan should be able to arrive home on time today.”

After telling Carl a word, Hope was dragged into the dessert house by Lisanna.

After separating from the two, Carl went straight to the city hall. As soon as he entered, the expression on the face of the girl in charge of reception suddenly collapsed.

"Hello, what do you need to consult?"

Although she tried to smile as much as possible, the other party's smile was uglier than crying.

No one would have a very good face if they met someone coming to do business just after get off work.

"Sorry, I have a message about Sarn here. I didn't feel anything unusual before, but in today's Adventurer's Association mission, I felt..."

Before Carl finished speaking, the receptionist covered Carl's mouth in panic.

"Is this something I can listen to! You you you... go over there!"

As she said, the receptionist took Carl to the door of an office in the city hall.

"Bang Bang Bang"

After knocking on the door three times, the receptionist pushed the door open and led Carl in when the sound of "Come in" came from inside.

Then, she ran away from the door of this office.

"Young man, what's the matter?"

Sitting in the room was a middle-aged man, who was also wearing a light armor robe often worn by druids, with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

With a polite smile, Carl quickly described what he had encountered in Sarn.

"Well~, I did hear similar rumors from Aundair, but we generally don't interfere in the internal affairs of other countries. This kind of thing..."

The middle-aged druid tapped the table with his fingers in distress, and was a little undecided for a while.

Fortunately, he knew that Carl was waiting by the side, so he said to Carl: "Okay, young man, I already know about this matter, you go back first, remember not to spread this matter."

"Then you are busy first."

Turning around, Carl walked out of the other party's office.

After reporting the news, he just felt relieved.

"If the sky falls, there are tall people to support it" now has a certain sense of reality for Carl.

When Carl left the city hall, Hope and Lisanna had not come out of the dessert house yet.

So Carl also went in and bought some snacks he liked.

In the evening, the Iris family enjoyed a rare and peaceful dinner.

Outside the window, sporadic snowflakes fell from the sky.

Winter is coming.

More than a week later, the lightning train line between Vana City and Fairhaven was restored.

The news that the tower master of the Wonder Tower was attacked spread all over the city.

However, what everyone likes to discuss more is the device that can play various phantoms. Many people swear that this thing will change the future.

But these have nothing to do with Carl for the time being.

Changing weapon design, adjusting the structure of power armor, and previewing the courses for the next school year have filled Carl's daily life.

Unconsciously, the remaining time of winter vacation began to decrease rapidly.

Soon, Carl and Lisanna welcomed the time to return to school.

…

"Wow! I didn't expect to feel nostalgic when I came back again!"

In the dormitory of the Wonder Tower, Lisanna stretched lazily and watched Carl use magic tricks to help her clean the room.

"Don't be too happy too early. This year you will study with those apprentices. Be careful not to get the last place in the exam."

Although the intelligence requirements for the Artificer are not as high as those for the Mage, those who can pass the entrance exam to Akanix are still quite capable.

Given the knowledge level of the Rangers, Carl was indeed a little worried that they would be devastated by their test scores.

"Don't worry! You have already tutored me, and I still have Sister Nia!"

As he was talking, there was a knock on the door outside the dormitory.

Carl unlocked the door with the Mage's Hand and found that the person who came was actually the sixth grade prefect.

"Prefect? ​​What's the matter?"

Seeing Carl, the sixth grade prefect breathed a sigh of relief.

"Carl! Professor Moore wants you to be responsible for the design and manufacture of several levels of the Ninefold Path. Come with me."

Let Lisanna clean up well by herself, and Carl followed the prefect and left.

"Have you received anything sent to you by contestants from other schools recently?"

Walking side by side with Carl towards the Moore class office, the prefect, who is already an adult but not much different in height from Carl, asked Carl in a low voice.

After a moment of shock, Carl finally realized that the other party was talking about the mages who participated in the Ninefold Path Competition.

"No? What's wrong?"

Looking at the other party, Carl answered very frankly.

But the headmaster showed a look of shame on his face, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I, those of us who participated in the construction project received them. As one of the supervisors, I received two hundred gifts..."

Speaking of this, the headmaster lowered his head in shame.

"Are they willing to spend so much money?"

This sixth-grade headmaster Carl had heard of it. He was a student of the professor who taught constructs in the Tower of Wonders.

As an emerging noble in Aundair, his family was a firm supporter of Queen Aundair, and also ran a military factory that produced large military constructs.

To make him feel ashamed, the two hundred gifts must be worth a lot of money.

"No, more than the value, I, I am a little..."

Blushing, the headmaster paused for a long time, and then continued: "It's not easy for me to completely refuse."

After saying this, Carl understood.

Giving gifts is not just about giving money.

Just as he was about to comfort the class leader, before Carl could speak, he said:

"The contestants who gave gifts said that they were sure to win because of the illusion device. Professor Moore and the tower master already knew about this, and they were very angry."