"Are you really going to trade them for the magic elixir?" Inside the Magic God Temple, Quellier looked at Master Qimier with a serious expression, confirming repeatedly.
It was no wonder Quellier was so cautious, because he knew that this set of heads was the best Shadowbinder spellcasting medium available in Asshai. With this item, a Shadowbinder could create shadow assassins without even needing to sacrifice blood. More importantly, this set of heads could be reused.
The only drawback was that this spellcasting medium could only be used by Shadowbinders; others, let alone using it, would suffer adverse effects even if they simply wore it, such as hearing the heads babble in an incomprehensible language.
"Yes." Although Master Qimier had made his decision before coming, he still felt very reluctant when he arrived. After all, this set of heads was the best spellcasting medium he could currently produce, but to break through the limits of a Shadowbinder, he had to give up this medium.
Quellier was silent for a moment, then said, "Although I know I shouldn't ask, I want to know why."
Master Qimier stared at him for a long time, then said, "Faith has truly changed you a lot. Even Blood Witch Quellier has become so wishy-washy. Since you want to know, I'll tell you! Someone showed me the path beyond Shadowbinder, and I need the elixir to complete the transformation."
"The path beyond Shadowbinder?" Quellier was stunned and said, "You should be one of Asshai's top Shadowbinder masters. How could anyone understand the Shadowbinder legacy better than you?"
"I thought so too, until I saw that person use..." Mid-sentence, Master Qimier suddenly stopped, with no intention of continuing.
Jhaben, who was nearby, suddenly spoke up to confirm, "That person is the one who wanted to hire you as a guide to the City of Corpses, right?"
"Yes." Master Qimier nodded.
Jhaben directly warned, "That guy is very dangerous and evil. You'd best not trust his words, or you'll be unlucky."
Master Qimier ignored Jhaben's good intentions and instead looked at Quellier, waiting for his answer.
"Wait a moment." Quellier took the head medium and turned to walk into the room behind the temple. After a while, he came out with an iron box and handed it to Master Qimier.
After receiving the iron box, Master Qimier eagerly opened it and carefully inspected every bottle of elixir inside.
This magic elixir was recognized as the best magical potion in Asshai these past few years. This potion could not only help spellcasters cultivate better, but also be used as a sacrificial offering and a spellcasting medium. It was simply an all-purpose potion. The only drawback was that after using this elixir, the body's resistance to black stone power would become similar to that of ordinary people for a period of time. Therefore, after using this potion, spellcasters needed to leave Asshai for a period of time and return after their body's resistance recovered.
However, this was not a big deal for Master Qimier, because as long as he completed this ritual, he would no longer need black stone and could freely cast his spells. Leaving Asshai was merely a liberation for him.
"The goods are fine, we're even." After Master Qimier confirmed all the elixirs were in order, he hurriedly left the temple.
Watching Master Qimier's departing figure, Jhaben, who was nearby, sneered and said, "He probably won't appear again. I smelled the scent of death on him." As he spoke, he looked at Quellier and said, "You saw it too, didn't you?"
Quellier said nothing, merely returning to the god of magic statue and silently reciting prayers.
The next few days in Asshai were uniformly peaceful. This peaceful life had lasted for countless years. During the day, Jhaben would sit at the temple entrance, basking in the not-so-strong, even somewhat dim, sun.
For a master Dark Warlock like Jhaben, sunlight was not a good thing, as it conflicted with their power. The effect of sunlight on them was as painful as being burned by fire. But for the current Jhaben, perhaps this pain was exactly what he needed.
However, today the temple was different from usual. Six famous Shadowbinders in Asshai arrived outside the temple. They were naturally not there because of faith; their only purpose for being there was the string of head mediums that Master Qimier had sold.
A Shadowbinder who looked much like a normal person stood at the temple entrance and loudly proclaimed, "Master Quellier, you are a Blood Witch. That string of secret heads is useless to you. I am willing to buy them at a high price."
"High price? How high a price can you even offer?" Another Shadowbinder, sitting in a huge sedan chair carried by a dozen slaves, said disdainfully, "As far as I know, you seem to owe someone a large sum of money." Then, he loudly added, "Master Quellier, I can trade you the gem mine I have."
A Shadowbinder, whose body was covered by a black robe and resembled a dwarf, coldly looked at the surrounding competitors and said, "For people like us, what use are gems and gold? Magic is our foundation. Quellier, I can offer bloodstone in trade."
As the dwarf Shadowbinder's words fell, everyone around him looked at him in surprise. They showed such expressions not only because of the bloodstone's preciousness, but also because this bloodstone originally belonged to another Blood Witch master. However, that Blood Witch master was suddenly assassinated a few years ago, dying violently in his residence, with all his belongings missing, including the bloodstone, which could be considered a holy relic of Blood Witches.
In Asshai, murder was not a big deal; many even took pride in it. To silently kill a master with magic was enough to secure any ordinary spellcaster a place in the city center.
However, what was strange was that after that Blood Witch master was assassinated, no one came forward to claim responsibility. This abnormal situation was unprecedented and aroused the curiosity of many, who tried to investigate but always found no results.
Now, this dwarf Shadowbinder had produced that bloodstone, which meant that the Blood Witch master had died at his hands. This made people wonder why this dwarf Shadowbinder had not announced this matter years ago to gain fame.
One should know that even now, this dwarf Shadowbinder had not completed a single pilgrimage to the Shadow Lands and still lived in the outer city. If he had announced years ago that he had assassinated and killed that Blood Witch master, he would at least have obtained a residence in the city center and become one of the most central spellcasters.
Quellier also came out of the house at this moment. He looked at the six Shadowbinders, his gaze finally resting on the dwarf Shadowbinder, and said, "I'm very sorry, that string of head mediums will be sent to Summerhall in Westeros, as a gift to my Lord."
A Shadowbinder who had remained silent couldn't help but yell, "Quellier, are you mad? That person is just a slightly powerful spellcaster, you truly treat him as a god!"
Quellier frowned and looked at that Shadowbinder. The Shadowbinder's face changed drastically, and a pitch-black shadow surged out to envelop him. Then, he merged into the darkness, attempting to escape.
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