Chapter 126: Chapter 112 Master, feel free to use me! Spark wants to burn hot and scorching Strength~_1 Chapter 126: Chapter 112 Master, feel free to use me! Spark wants to burn hot and scorching Strength~_1 Wei’er didn’t know where to find the guy she was looking for.

The sanatorium was so large, aimlessly searching wouldn’t do, not to mention half an hour, even double the time probably wouldn’t suffice.

The girl pulled out the staff from her embrace, and gripped it in her hand.

This staff, inlaid with an expensive purple-colored refined Essence, was left in her home by those enemies from the Church of Truth that night. After being taken away by Luo Xi, now it was back in her hands.

Only a Skill Practitioner could fully utilize a staff’s functionality. Others, even if they could use it, would only be able to utilize its attached fixed skills. Of course, for Wei’er, that was enough.

She had to find an aide or staff member here first.

As Wei’er passed by the big pots, she saw whatever she thought looked tasty and casually put some in her white cloth sack.

If that pervert later refused to eat, she could take it back for her sister to snack on. No loss either way.

The back kitchen’s door was open. Wei’er confirmed that no one was outside before she stepped out and made her way along a winding corridor. Her petite frame moved like a real cat, unnoticeable in her comings and goings.

Two minutes later.

“Found it.”

Wei’er spotted a woman in a white outfit, who was currently hiding behind a large pillar, curling up her body.

The young girl quietly crept behind the woman.

Then she reached out and, before the woman could scream, covered her mouth tightly and said coldly, “Are you an employee here?”

The woman was scared half to death, her body went limp as she could only nod repeatedly.

“Answer my questions, and if you dare make any other noise, I will kill you first before I run away, understand?”

“Mm—don’t be rash, there’s nothing I won’t give you—”

Wei’er slightly loosened her hand covering the woman’s mouth, noticing that she did not attempt to struggle or cry out, and asked, “Do you know Kilis?”

“I don’t know… um, no, I do know…”

As Wei’er’s hand moved to the woman’s neck, the woman changed her tune halfway through.

“Kilis has mental issues. Although he’s also a retired officer, he can’t stay with those lords, so he’s in a ‘sickroom’ deep in the sanatorium.”

Wei’er made her voice sound cold and ruthless, “Where’s the sickroom? Lead the way. I’m warning you not to try anything sneaky, unless you want to die.”

“Don’t kill me, I have a ten-year-old child at home who needs me. I definitely won’t shout for help.”

“What about your colleagues?”

The woman hesitated for a moment before saying, “They’ve gone to the shelter…”

Wei’er frowned and asked, “Then why didn’t you go?”

The woman’s eyes revealed a trace of desolation as she said, “Most who work here are either rich or noble. I was just lucky to get in. They look down on me and wouldn’t let me into the shelter.”

Wei’er’s hand paused for a moment, but she continued fiercely, “I don’t care about all that, just hurry up and take me to that sickroom.”

Three minutes later.

Guided by the woman, deep within the sanatorium, Wei’er finally arrived at the ‘sickroom’ and saw the man called ‘Kilis’.

The entire way there had been unimpeded, and she almost found it magical.

Did everyone really hide in the shelter?

There were a total of more than a dozen people in the entire sickroom, each in their individual small room, relatively comfortable, and without the decayed, moldy smell that the young girl had anticipated.

The woman opened a door and pointed at the man on the bed, saying, “That’s Kilis. He used to be a major captain of the Winter Legion, now he’s nothing but a complete madman. I don’t know what you want with him, but if you’re looking to get something valuable out of him, you might as well take advantage of the commotion your companion is causing outside and move the valuable items from the sanatorium—it would be more straightforward.”

Wei’er said strangely, “Aren’t you a worker at St. Sound Sanatorium? Why are you advising me to steal things from here?”

The woman laughed awkwardly, “I’m just a janitor. I don’t like this place. They don’t treat me as one of them, they insult me and my child every day… ”

Wei’er: “…”

“Sorry, even though you’ve been cooperative, you should take a little nap.”

With a gentle chop of her hand, the girl struck the woman’s neck, knocking her out cold.

Then, Wei’er turned to the man on the bed: “Kilis.”

Looking disheveled, the man was hunched in the corner of the bed. At the sound of his name, he screamed as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Aaahhh—”

Wei’er said with a frown, “Don’t play crazy to fool me. Do you still remember what happened on the night of the Divine Tree Festival three years ago?”

“Aaahhh—”

Wei’er could only pick up the staff.

The Essence within her communicated with the runes on the staff, and one of the inscribed skills was thus activated.

Pyschic Skill—Puppet Dream, a skill that controls others’ wills.

A beam of purple light instantly entered the man’s head.

He quieted down at once.

Wei’er asked in a deep voice, “Who are you?”

“Aaahhh—”

The response to Wei’er was still a heartbreaking scream with incoherent meaning.

“…Ah.”

Wei’er sighed softly.

Luo Xi’s guess was wrong.

This guy wasn’t pretending to be mad.

He had truly lost his mind.

So even though she had controlled his mind with the magic staff, all she got were ravings.

Just as the girl was about to give up and leave early, calling those two idiots to leave with her, the man’s scream suddenly stopped.

A hoarse voice, akin to a leaking bellows, spilled from the man’s throat:

“Who are you… Why do you seek me… to ask this question?”

Wei’er turned back in astonishment, “Have you been pretending all along?”

The man pointed to his head and said, “I wasn’t pretending, my mind really was unclear. It was that thing you were using in your hand that made me a bit lucid.”

Wei’er held the staff horizontally in front of her and said coldly, “Then why weren’t you controlled?”

“I used to be a second-tier storm warrior, young lady. With your strength, even if you borrowed the skill on the staff, you probably can’t control me, right?”

The man’s eyes were murky as he raised his head, “Why are you seeking the truth about that day? If you don’t tell me why, I won’t tell you anything.”

Wei’er stated coldly, “If I told you that I would die if I don’t pursue the truth about that day, would you believe me?”

“I believe.”

Wei’er: “…”

“I feel my lucidity won’t last much longer, let me give you a brief description.”

The man said solemnly, “The Divine Tree Festival that day was going well, but suddenly, many of the participants attacked the old city owner and threw him into the Divine Tree. Then something like a book flew out from the Divine Tree, and a woman eventually snatched the book. She then fought with another group of people. In the end, I don’t know what happened, but it seemed like a major skill was used? Anyway, a lot of people vanished on the spot, and after that, I knew nothing and lived in a daze until now.”

Wei’er’s breathing quickened, “What was the woman’s name?”

“Let me think.”

The man frowned in thought.

Time passed by every second.

Man: “I remember now, her name was… Liya, a special Skill Master employed by the Mansion of the City Lord. It seems the old city owner had her lead a project related to Power Armor. Of course, I don’t know anything beyond that.”

Wei’er was moved.

So was that special scroll left at home a commission from the old city owner?

What was the relationship between my mother and the old city owner?

What happened between her and Rat King Nos?

The more she knew, the more there seemed to be unknown, deepening the mystery surrounding her mother.

“So do you know about Rat King Nos from Grey Stone Street…”

Wei’er stopped her question.

It was needless.

The man’s eyes had returned to that lifeless state without sparkle.

She exited the room, dragged the fainted woman into the hallway, and quickly left the place.

After Wei’er left, the woman slowly got up from the ground, tearing off a layer of fake skin on her face to reveal a new, beautiful visage.

She gazed thoughtfully at Kilis’s room.

“So it was the True Canon of the Winter Divine Tree they were fighting over in the end? But isn’t that something only the recognized bloodline of the Shining Country can use and control? It’s useless even if they get it, isn’t it?”

“And those people are quite impressive, too. I sneaked in with difficulty, completely unable to figure out how to enter the ward without others seeing. Yet they just barged in.”

…

“Brother Luo, let me have a go; I want some fun too!”

Chu Tian was chased by several soldiers, leading them to Luo Xi, who blasted them away with a slash.

“Dream on!”

Luo Xi cursed, wielding his large blade to fend off several guards’ combined attack, sending them flying.

These people were much stronger than the weak dogs from the day before.

His Power Armor could withstand one or two, but with more numbers, he quickly felt intense pressure.

The small elf floated in front of Luo Xi, swinging her legs and said:

‘Master, if it really comes down to it, let’s initiate the overload.’

Luo Xi paused and asked, “Will you disappear if the armor is damaged?”

Spark shook her head, ‘Spark isn’t afraid of disappearing. Since Master’s strength entered Spark’s body, Spark has been longing for the day to vanish under Master’s burning heat. Spark never wants to return to that dusty corner again.’

‘So Master, don’t pity Spark anymore; use Spark as you wish!’