Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 38: The 30th Generation’s Oath

Translator: 549690339

A man and a bound spirit stared at each other in the dark corridor for a long time.

It took Noland just five minutes for his brows to relax from their furrowed state.

He thought of a method to perform a live exorcism on the bound spirit’s original master.

That was to draw a “Mark of Resentment” on the opponent’s body, and see what kind of effect this mark had, perhaps it could just exorcise the lost souls.

Noland stepped gently, bypassing the bound spirit and came to the place where the black tornado disappeared.

After squatting down and searching for a few moments, Noland secretly sighed in relief and picked up the intact Rune Staff from the ground.

This thing was worthy of being a military-grade alchemical tool, having “survived” the Death Storm…

Noland gripped the Rune Staff and stood in front of the bound spirit.

He took a deep breath, raised his arm, and pointed the tip of the Rune Staff towards the chest of the bound spirit.

If he touched the bound spirit with any part of his body, he would be hurt by its “Soul Sacrifice” skill.

Only by using the contact point of the Rune Staff as a medium could he avoid the effects of “Soul Sacrifice” while still etching the “Mark of Resentment.”

The contact point slowly approached the bound spirit, and eventually touched the green light-emanating surface of the soul.

From the feedback of touch from the Rune Staff… the soul’s body was similar to jelly, with a bit of elasticity when poking it…

Noland focused his mind, banishing stray thoughts, and gradually moved the contact point to draw the “Mark of Resentment.”

In the process of drawing, Noland could feel his energy seeping away.

This energy flowed from his body up his arm, onto the Rune Staff, and merged into the mark.

Just as Noland was secretly speculating about the effects of this mark, the bound spirit suddenly floated forward a few centimeters.

The contact point inadvertently pierced into the bound spirit, bringing the nearly completed mark drawing to a halt.

Noland’s heart skipped a beat.

Without waiting for him to withdraw the Rune Staff, the bound spirit rushed towards him, straight and rigid.

Noland immediately let go of the Rune Staff in his hand and retreated, but the bound spirit showed no sign of wanting to let him go and chased after him directly.

Could it be that the act of drawing the mark was regarded as an attack signal by the bound spirit?… Noland’s heart sank slightly as he realized that the situation was somewhat bad.

He dodged left and right in the corridor, retreating quickly, and the bound spirit always chased after him.

What was strange was that Noland found the bound spirit’s flying speed not very fast.

The opponent did not give full power and instead slowed down, like a mud truck with the accelerator pedal to the metal, chasing the target with a relatively gentle and slow attitude.

Noland was puzzled, but his footsteps never stopped.

Finally, he retreated to the end of the corridor, hitting the stone wall that appeared out ot thin air.

The bound spirit stopped in front of him.

Noland swallowed and said:

“Brother, what do you want? If you want to beat me, just do it. Don’t just look at me without saying anything… listen to me, what happened between us is an accident…”

Silent, the bound spirit accelerated in an instant and drilled into Noland’s body.

caught off guard

stiffened suddenly, and he could only rely on the

bound spirit did not want

did not feel the cold touch, nor the intense pain at

eyes, scenes of the past

Jarvis, a graduate of the Business Specialty

learned to

an affiliated dealership of the Weston Group, working diligently and sincerely from

made ends meet by doing

master, they were

up for the original master when he was treated unfairly,

master’s

family. His parents worked day and night to make ends meet, enduring their bosses’ abuse, while the mother had to endure her

of work, both

the

mingling with poor students at school, severely testing their parents’

himself, had just been born and did not understand the troubles of adults, and spent every day making a mess

situation lasted until the birth

a generous salary,

the most cherished person for both

and had to

jealous

Noland’s heart was touched.

thoughts of the original master and muttered

can feel that you

makes people

hobbies and professional knowledge allow you to view things that have happened to you with a

you will have your own children, and you will never let

Noland sighed and said:

your resentment come

picture appeared before his eyes, a symbol, a large logo engraved on

of the symbol was a beaker and alcohol burner pattern made up of letters, and those letters came from the word “Weston.” Noland knew the answer

harbored resentment towards the Weston

siblings all perished

only expressed no remorse for their employee but also exploited a sales agreement to

away all the original master’s inheritance and thrust him into the Suffering Borderland, where he became

was someone the original master could never forgive, it would have to

However…

entity with one’s own strength, isn’t that a bit

Noland Lee sighed softly:

you want me to shake the foundations of the Weston Group…l can only say,

could finish speaking, the memory scene abruptly changed, and the image of a middle-aged woman took over

conversation took place

original master, his mother, and his siblings

memory scene

first, this woman was laughing and chatting

supervisor, and her visit was

to be a joyful

scene shifted, and after the pleasant meal, the original master was reading

inadvertently glanced at the scene outside the window and saw the cold expression on the female supervisor’s face as she looked

inside and outside of the house, the original master

performance, the original master felt troubled

this point, the

understood the

father’s female supervisor, questioning the coincidental and reasonable nature

It was so slight, so frail, as if it would

the car accident… Please let the evildoers be punished, and the

“…I must go, stranger.

“…We must part forever.

not know