350 Ward of Bad Luck

Moke guided the group through the hall, and they soon entered the basement of the tower after going down a series of steps. The thick walls blocked off the morning sun rays, and the surrounding air was turbid. However, the spooky aura could not shield that intense magical wave. This was the nucleus of the whole tower, and all of the magical devices in the tower were supported by these tightly shut secret rooms.

The engineers that had designed the tower personally comprehended everything here the best. Of course they knew that out of all these secret rooms, there was one meant for providing energy for the tower. To this day, they still remembered that this President Felic had come to the incomplete tower by himself on a night with a clear moon and few stars, and mounted a fiery red magical crystal on the source of mana. After that, the whole tower was surrounded by an enormous magical power.

The engineers did not understand what sort of magical crystal it was, but they knew that the magical power it contained was definitely enough to make most of the mages in this world go crazy…

However, the room that everyone was going to enter this time was not the secret room that source of mana was placed in. It was the room beside it…

Moke personally opened the door of the secret room, and a swathe of crimson brilliance appeared in front of everyone. From afar, it looked like a pool of blood under the night sky. It was filled with a bloody but mysterious aura.

Lin Li stood in front of the crimson light. There were exactly ten Wards of Bad Luck before him.

"President Felic, those are the ten Wards of Bad Luck that you wanted."

"Thank you." Lin Li nodded his head, and did not mind the provocation in Moke's gaze. He just quietly stood there and felt the magical waves coming from the crimson light.

Moke was indeed a Master Moke. These ten Wards of Bad Luck were completed rather beautifully. Be it in terms of mana distribution or drawing skills, they could be described as a rare and excellent product. From Lin Li's perspective, these ten Wards of Bad Luck only had one weakness. It was that they were too near to each other…

This could be due to Moke's character—his natural pettiness. He liked to use cyclic compression when dealing with space. The Countercurrent mageweath outside had already proven this point. Of course, it could also be that Moke's magical attainments were not sufficient. He had only just broken through to the Archmage realm when he was already in his forties. Naturally, he would be different from Lin Li who had an instinctive sensitivity to mana. A lack of magical attainments as well as being too devoted to Inscription design had caused Moke to make a small mistake. These ten Wards of Bad Luck were rather independent, but the overly compact design would cause them to interfere with and reject each other. The chaos of the magical waves could possibly trigger some unforeseen accidents…

But all that did not matter to Lin Li…

What Lin Li needed was not some Ward of Bad Luck…

The uses for the Ward of Bad Luck were indeed very evil. Normally, those Necromancers that did not have enough power would borrow the strength of the Ward of Bad Luck. The only use for the Ward of Bad Luck was that it would change everything in its surroundings into barren land. Be it plants or animals, they would all lose their lives in this barren land.

This was what the Necromancers loved the most. They needed such evil power. By relying on the Ward of Bad Luck, their necromagic would become stronger. Be it summoning or control, it would all be many times stronger than before. From a certain point of view, the Ward of Bad Luck was like a Humerus Domain that'd been weakened several times!

Other than that, the most useful part about the Ward of Bad Luck should be being a magical trap.

It was especially so when hunting strong magical beasts. Mages needed a special way to weaken the monsters' strength and resistance. At this point, the curse of the Ward of Bad Luck could come into play. Magical beasts affected by the Ward of Bad Luck's curse would lose a portion of their strength for a short period of time. By using this chance, it would be much easier to capture or kill them…

However, this was not what Lin Li wanted.

The Ward of Bad Luck could strength Undead creatures, but Norfeller and Ujfalusi weren't included among them. Norfeller was a high-ranking Vampire, and thus relied on naturally powerful physical strength as well as the Dark Magic vampires were born with. It was needless to talk about Ujfalusi. He could summon Humerus Wyrms and create Noble Liches from the Humerus Domain. Why would he be affected by a small, little Ward of Bad Luck?

As for magical traps…

If Lin Li was willing, he could inscribe magical traps that were ten times stronger than the Ward of Bad Luck.

What Lin Li needed was a more powerful weapon…

"Moke, may I borrow your inscription pen for a bit?"

"Huh?" This request of Lin Li's was really too random. Moke was stunned for a long while before he nodded with hesitation, and took out an inscription pen from his tool bag.

Lin Li took a look. The one that Moke took out was that inscription pen that was made from Twilight Crystal. It seemed like this Master of Inscription was rather generous other than being narrow-minded. However, Lin Li still shook his head after being in a short daze. "This one will not do, Mr Moke. Do you have something bigger?"

"…" Moke almost puked blood on the spot. After being an Inscriber for so many years, Moke had never seen someone that would not know how to appreciate what was good. Didn't he know that the inscription pen that Moke had lent him was a treasure that Inscribers could only dream of? He still asked if there was something bigger… F*ck. Does he think that the inscription pens are like carrots, the bigger, the better? Something bigger… If it's too big, can your mom handle it…

Moke could feel the veins on his forehead swelling at that moment. He took in deep breaths forcefully before he could hold back the impulse to curse and swear.

"Take it!" After taking out another inscription pen from his tool bag, it was as if Moke had thrown it at Lin Li's face…

"Thank you." But Lin Li did not mind it. After receiving the inscription pen, he still politely thanked him.

Afterward, Lin Li stood in front of the crimson light.

This time, he stood there for ten minutes.

Suddenly, the secret room got quiet…

Although Moke was filled with rage, at this time, he could not help but feel curious. He really wanted to see what this fella was trying to do by borrowing his inscription pen.

Could it be…

Could it be that he wanted to make amendments to the Wards of Bad Luck that Moke had inscribed? This thought had just surfaced in his mind, but Moke could not help but smile. His smile was filled with self-mockery. It seemed like the false alarm just now had totally scared him if he actually had such a ridiculous thought.

Of course, Moke himself knew the Wards of Bad Luck that he had inscribed the best. Even if Aldwin were to come over personally, he would not even have the ability to improve anything, not to mention this outsider that knew nothing. Everybody was a master. How could trying to amend the other party's work be as easy as talking? Unless… Unless it was the legendary Guru of Inscription taking action, only then it would be a slim chance…

Not only Moke, the engineers were the same. The few of them stood there and blankly looked at Lin Li. Their natural profession sensitivity had told them that most likely something one could never imagine was about to happen. They really wanted to see what kind of shocking things this young and mysterious guild president was going to do…

Out of so many people present, only Herza was looking normal. This old man that had witnessed the finals in the Aurora Square and heard several stories from Macklin was probably the one that understood Lin Li the most out of everyone else here. Herza knew that this young mage called Felic was a genuine miracle creator. No matter how impossible it was, as long as it happened to him, it would all suddenly make sense.

In fact, back when Moke had inscribed the Countercurrent mageweath, Herza had already acutely perceived something. It was just that firstly, he was not confident, and secondly, he was trying to protect Moke's reputation. He just held it back, and did not ask…

An outsider that knew nothing? If Andoine heard this, who knew how hard he would be laughing right now…

Time seemed to pass by unusually slowly. Everything in the room seemed to be frozen in place. Everyone's gazes simultaneously fell on Lin Li, or on the hand that was holding the inscription pen…

After that, they saw that this young mage suddenly moved…

The glittering and translucent crystal pen was gently dipped into the bottle of sky blue ink. After that, a stream of sky blue light lit up everyone's eyes.

Lin Li's movements were shockingly fast. Even those genuine high-level Bandits might not be able to keep up with them. The crystal pen in his hand seemed to transform into a stream of light, painting lines amidst the plain of crimson red. It was as if some sort of life power had been given to the right hand that was holding the inscription pen at this moment. It made everything have a lethal sense of beauty. At this point, even those lines that were as dry as sawdust were also filled with life, pulsating along with the inscription pen and creating a dreamy scene with the crimson red and sky blue color.

"Sh*t…" After seeing Lin Li moving, Herza immediately knew something was wrong. This was not a joke. Even if Herza was not proficient in Inscription, he also knew that modifying the work of an Inscriber was the taboo of all taboos. This was like giving another Inscriber a slap, but this time, the Inscriber was someone of authority from the Supreme Council, Master Moke…

I'm doomed…

If these two had some small disputes before, then from now, these two would completely become enemies with each other. With Moke's narrow-mindedness, how could he tolerate such a humiliation? There was going to be big trouble this time. Herza just hoped that it would not affect the Presidential Inauguration Ceremony that was in few days' time…

However, the expression on Moke's face could be described as unusually brilliant.

It shifted from shock to anger, and then from anger to realization. In the end, it all became pale. A type of pale filled with despair…