My Magic Has No Upper Limit

Chapter 256: Chapter 255: The Curtain Falls

"Alright, make sure you get some rest."

Manlin closed her small notebook.

"After this incident, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle crisis situations even better in the future."

She swiped a hand over her rose-colored Storage Pouch and took out a heavy bag.

"Here."

A subtle smile played on Manlin’s lips.

"This is compensation from the Adventurer’s Association after they learned what happened. One Hundred Gold Coins in total."

Just as she expected, she saw Zelir’s eyes light up.

’Hmph... What a greedy little fellow.’

Manlin found it secretly amusing.

"Thank you, Instructor Manlin!" Zelir put the money pouch away with delight.

’Ah... One Hundred Gold Coins. This will help me recoup some of my losses.’

After all, Zelir had spent Thirty Gold Coins on Magic Potions alone this time.

’Come to think of it, the gains from this trip weren’t small at all. The analysis progress for my Great Creation Skill increased by 2%, I gained five levels unconditionally with no change to my experience cap, and I also received One Hundred Gold Coins in compensation.’

’Quite a hefty haul.’

"Instructor Marvin and I won’t be staying here for long. The Mage’s Guild has personnel who specialize in handling this type of incident."

Manlin added before she left, "If you’re well-rested, you can set off for Black Stone Town tomorrow."

"Understood, Instructor Manlin," Zelir replied.

Just as Instructor Manlin pulled the door open, Zelir watched her back, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

He finally remembered the detail he had been overlooking all this time.

"Wait, Instructor Manlin!"

Zelir quickly called out to her. "There’s one more thing I think I should tell you."

"What is it?" Manlin glanced back at Zelir.

"I once took on a commission in Black Stone Town to clear out Skeleton Soldiers from a cemetery."

Zelir said.

"It was the same time I discovered the Bloodroot Wei. Inside that cemetery, we saw a very strange corpse."

"A corpse?" Instructor Manlin frowned slightly.

"Yes, the corpse of an adult male. His head had been picked clean, and his skull was covered in strange patterns."

Zelir recalled, "Thinking back now... the patterns on that skull were a bit similar to the Array patterns inscribed in the Underground Tomb."

"Hmm..."

Manlin pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"That style certainly sounds like something a Cult would do. You seem to have quite the affinity for running into them..."

"This is also a lead that can’t be ignored. I’ll submit it later."

「...」

After Instructor Manlin left, Zelir lay in his room for a while.

But he still felt a bit stuffy, so he decided to go out for some fresh air.

Falling Leaves Town was true to its name.

It was late autumn, and the rows of maple trees lining the streets had already burned away their last traces of green.

An autumn breeze swept through, and a sky full of golden leaves blotted out the sun before spiraling down.

The stone-paved road was covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves, which made a crisp CRUNCH sound when stepped on.

The cleaners had simply stopped working, leaning to the side to rest and wait for the autumn wind to die down.

If he didn’t consider the terrible things he had experienced here, Zelir had to admit that this was a town with immense charm.

Sunlight filtered through the mottled branches, dappled and soft.

The town’s residents seemed completely unaware of the great upheaval among their leaders, and life went on as usual.

Without realizing it, or perhaps drawn by some subconscious pull, Zelir walked until his steps came to a halt at the end of a rather deserted street.

Looking ahead, he could see the main gate of the Wenmier Mansion.

Only a day had passed. The Wenmier Mansion, which had stood loftily over Falling Leaves Town just yesterday, now revealed an irreparable air of decay.

The main gate was crowded with fully armed members of the Security Team, who had cordoned off the scene.

Inside the mansion, figures could be seen hurrying about, likely still taking inventory of the items within.

A few guards emerged, escorting a figure.

Zelir stood in the shadows of a street corner, watching quietly.

It was Vance.

He had long lost any shred of a nobleman’s dignity.

His hair, which was always slicked back and shiny, was now as messy as a bird’s nest, and his clothes were tattered and torn.

He was practically dragged out by two guards, held up by the arms. It was as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

As he was shoved onto the iron prison wagon, Vance’s desolate gaze swept over the Wenmier Mansion one last time before his head drooped.

"CRACK!"

The driver cracked his whip, and the wooden wheels of the prison wagon rolled over the fallen leaves, heading toward the place where prisoners were held, heralding the end of Vance’s fate.

Tsk, tsk...

Zelir sighed with emotion inwardly.

’Vance had originally wanted to revive his clan, even resorting to walking a crooked path to do so.’

’But what was the result?’

’This Wenmier Clan, which had stood for a hundred years, along with its last shred of false dignity, would be utterly destroyed by Vance’s greed and stupidity, fading away in the bleak autumn wind.’

’How pathetic.’

Zelir shook his head.

He reined in his thoughts and, without dwelling on it further, returned to the inn.

A few familiar figures came into view.

His team members were all awake. They had ordered a large spread of dishes and were feasting at a long table near the fireplace.

"Yo! Zelir,"

Gray saw Zelir and immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"I was wondering where you went. I knocked on your door earlier, but no one answered."

"Just went out for some air. It was too stuffy in my room."

Zelir sat down in the empty seat they had saved for him. "Looks like you’ve all recovered pretty well, huh?"

"Just some minor injuries. They’ll heal on their own after a while," Maki said nonchalantly.

He was currently wearing just a tank top.

The wound on his shoulder, once deep enough to expose bone, had already completely scabbed over and looked like it would fall off soon.

"What about you, Marcus?" Zelir turned to another person.

"I’m fine," Marcus said calmly, sipping his drink.

Zelir smiled and reached out to press on Marcus’s chest.

"Hiss... Easy, it still hurts a bit." Marcus finally broke his composure, shrinking back repeatedly.

The others beside them burst into laughter.

"You were the luckiest one on this mission, Gray."

Valles said, spearing a slice of ham with his fork. "You didn’t get hurt much, and you even broke through."

"Hehe." Gray gave a simple-minded laugh and scratched his blond hair.

"Next time we run into such a powerful enemy, your job won’t just be clearing out the small fry."

Marcus clapped Gray on the shoulder. "A Middle Level Swordsman has to take on the main offensive role."

"Don’t worry, I definitely won’t back down," Gray said, full of confidence.

"Zelir, how are you feeling?" Valles glanced at Zelir.

"I’m getting by. It’ll heal on its own after a while," Zelir said.

After all, he had overdrawn on a Source Energy Crystal Stone to replenish his Magic Power, which had had some effect on his sea of consciousness.

But a few good nights of sleep should take care of it. He just had to be careful not to overdraw again in the future.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!