Translator:John_CuiEditor:Zayn_

The Black Isotta School of Sorcerers was located in the 12th section of the Seven Rings Holy Tower, and Bajaur was on the border of the Ivory Castle School of Sorcerers. It was a big, well-known city whose importance equaled those established harbor cities. Besides, Bajaur was open and inclusive, with merchants, knights and adventurers coming from many places.

On the Sorcerer Continent, black sorcerers usually abounded in two types of places. One was those areas where people rarely visited. The other was where two spheres of territories overlapped. Black sorcerers favored the latter because varied sorts of people co-existed there and most nobles were descendants of different branches of sorcerers, with many past disputes unresolved.

Glenn had arrived at Bajaur many days ago. Sitting in a tavern as straight as a sculpture, he watched the streams of people passing by while sipping the good wine in his hand now and then.

This was not a low-grade tavern where stray knights frequented. And the room Glenn had ordered was a tasteful, private one where few people came to inquire about things.

All of a sudden, Glenn gazed out. Theyre going out of the house. He then rose up after putting down the wine glass on the table, and stared at the familiar faces on the street.

The familiar faces were Violent Bear, and the other knights hired by the little girl, and three more people seemed to have joined them. Those seven knights were convoying the luxury carriage towards the city gate.

Glenn had been waiting in this tavern for 20 days, and he found them entering Bajaur only three days ago, but he had been very careful in not exposing himself. If there was indeed a stronghold of black sorcerers, then it would be as dangerous as a sheep running into a herd of wolves.

However, Glenn had been assured that the little girls knights were not facing any dangers these days, so he had conceived an idea.

Glenn snickered. Then he twisted his face, which then looked very different. Afterwards, he left the tavern unhurriedly and tracked the carriage.

Taking advantage of his hunting nose, Glenn could track this carriage from several hundred meters away. Thus, in no way would the knights detect him.

Im gonna find out what exactly they are doing!

Glenn had been following the fleet for several days, and the trip had been quite smooth. However, on the fifth day, using his nose, Glenn had detected that the procession stopped marching suddenly, and it remained at the original site for half a day.

Glenn moved stealthily towards the fleet.

AhYou robbers!!! A desperate cry was heard.

On hearing the sound, Glenn stretched his head out of a ditch on a villages farm land, and just caught sight of Cobra killing a peasant woman. He seemed to have become frenzied and then slaughtered the baby wailing in the dead womans arms without blinking an eye.

Whats going on? Black sorcerers need civilians alive for the experiments, then why is this guy killing them? Glenn thought.

After living several years of sorcerer life, Glenn had become unsympathetic. However, he still got angry on seeing such a murder. They didnt have a purpose in mind and were just killing for killing! If they were catching civilians in large numbers for their experiments, Glenn would disapprove because of his standing point as a sorcerer, but he could understand. Killing innocent people? That enraged him!

The Sorcerer World was founded on ordinary people, without whom there would be no new sorcerer students.

In his wrath, Glenn noticed something incredible.

Cobra had pulled out something similar to a black stone and shook it before the dead mother and her child. Then, an esoteric energy wave appeared in it.

This energy wave should be soul wave! But why is Cobra collecting them? Glenn rasped, expecting something big to happen.

Normally, a knight being able to gather soul waves made little sense. Even for a sorcerer student like Glenn, his use on soul waves was very primitive.

Cobra, how many souls have you got?

At the time, Glenn saw that little girl walk out her carriage. To his great surprise, this ordinary human was now shrouded by a gray aura of negative life information, which belonged exclusively to black sorcerers.

Glenn simply couldnt believe what he was witnessing.

She has become a black sorcerer in such a short span of time? Thats impossible! Sorcerers have to build knowledge to become stronger. This is applicable to any sorcerers in everywhere. Power comes from knowledge!

Glenn kept trying to make his case, yet he was still stunned by this fact presented by the girl.

All at once, a thought struck Glenn. Could it be that this little girl is like the Black Sorcerer I killed before? They just resort to some negative energy to build constitution and wield the gained energy in a simpler way? They definitely couldnt lever up their sorcery as sorcerers do, too. If that was true, Id crush them even if they came in hundreds.

Actually, the power of leverage mattered. Without it, Glenns attack power would be limited within 10 degrees, allowing for his current level of mental strength and magical force.

Black sorcerers might be able to work some magic with the negative energy and improve constitution. But their maximum offensive power would be bounded at around 20 degrees, and what they could achieve in the future would also be limited, at least according to the real sorcerers in the Sorcerer World.

But, what forces sped up their power, exactly? A real black sorcerer? This question baffled Glenns mind, yet soon, he ruled out the possibility that a black sorcerer was behind it.

Black sorcerers were bent on sitting on top of the food chain by killing and seeking the truth governing life and death. They wouldnt bother to reach such a boring, short-sighted girl. As for human souls collecting, a much more reliable and efficient way would be to pull off some sorcery and decimate people in large stretches in a city, like the East Coral Island where Glenns hometown was located.

Glenn was still puzzled about that master who had created this little girl and the others, but whoever it was, it wouldnt be a real sorcerer.

Degenerated as they are, black sorcerers are basically an elite group who dont lack intelligence. This little girl is definitely not their intellectual work. Glenn thought.

Thinking about this, Glenn took a breath of relief. Whoever created these weird Black Sorcerers, they were not very wise.

In the Sorcerer World, lack of high intelligence meant weak power, so Glenn had nothing to worry about. In fact, if Glenn had focused on developing some followers and had trained them, (although there might not be many due to restrictions of time, energy, and resources), he would certainly be faring better than these lame black sorcerers.

During the time when Glenn was lost in thought, the little girl had led Violent Bear, Cobra and the other knights out of this village, leaving the cold, dead bodies behind them.

Glenn proceeded to track the fleet like a ghost stalking in the dark.

Four days later in another village, the slaughter went on. But this time, Glenn approached them quietly. He came directly to Cobra and dealt with him!

Glenn had decided to target Cobra back in the tavern. He seldom spoke and thus was less likely to be debunked.

Now Glenn had become Cobra and was playing with the black stone in his hand, which he had no idea about. But he could feel the soul waves in it and estimated that there were no less than ten.

Before a student succeeded in upgrading to a sorcerer, his/her soul was not different from ordinary people. So, technically, the stone contained ten of Glenns souls.

Cobra, how many souls have you got? The little girl approached Cobra excitedly, with her hands coated in blood.

Glenn took a glance at the stone and said, Thirteen, Miss.

The little girl was not very familiar with Cobra, so Glenn was able to deceive her by mimicking Cobras voice and tone.

The girl pondered a while and then jumped joyously, as if she were a little girl that had received a candy.

Wonderful! Including yours, weve raked up 100 souls in total. Now we can go to the Devil Lord, wholl realize my wish and hide this gray cloud around me. And next time, Ill collect 500 souls and become a stronger sorcerer student.

Glenn laughed at her in his mind. What a nice dream. In the absence of the power of leverage, what kind of a sorcerer student would you be? But whos this Devil Lord? Could it be an ancient sorcerer?

Lord was a word repugnant to sorcerers, since it stood for superstition, ignorance, and benightedness. No sorcerer would like it if his/her nickname ended with the word Lord, even those conceited, unenlightened type. Besides, being nicknamed Lord, his power level should be high. Then, why was he asking those who were not even students to collect souls?

This was strange!

Still disguised as Cobra, Glenn went back to Bajaur along with the procession, and during the trip, nobody became suspicious of his identity.

Now the group had arrived at an expansive manor of a noble in Bajaur. The security was tight, with many knights covering important positions. After having been examined and allowed to pass at several positions, they were led to an underground lobby.

Two Black Sorcerers were guarding there. Glenn squinted and found that these two were much stronger than the little girltheir attack power should be over 30 points, an estimation Glenn made on the premise of no leverage power.

However, these Black Sorcerers didnt seem to have magical force, which was exclusive to sorcerers, let alone the ability to lever up sorcery. What they could pull off was a crude use of their enhanced constitution and negative energy, a raw power application according to real sorcerers.

Stop! The Devil Lord is meeting other disciples. One of the Black Sorcerers stopped Glenn and the others. The little girl said nothing and waited where they were as ordered.

A short while later, a male Black Sorcerer who was 14 or 15 years old came out. Negative energy was coming off from him, which was nearly as strong as the two guardians.

Excitement and frenzy filled the eyes of this Black Sorcerer who was like a little wolf that had just learned how to drink blood. He then led several sturdy knights behind him out of the hall without casting a glance at Glenn, the little girl and the others.

Lets get inside, said the little girl indignantly; she seemed to have been irritated by the boys arrogance.

In a grand palace, an over-ten-meter mirror appeared before the group like a watery screen. In its thin space, there was a mysterious, unknown energy wave, which gave a feeling that this place was a wormhole bordering the Sorcerer World.

In the palace were varied arcane energy waves, most of which were unknown to Glenn. Roughly, he could discern out twisted space waves, negative energy waves, soul waves, void waves, and others.

My disciple, what do you want and what are you giving me for that?

A calm, serious and deep voice came out from the mirror, which startled Glenn.

Afterwards, a huge ball of black fire appeared in the mirror, and in it, two smaller balls of blue fire shone like a pair of eyes, as if they could look into ones soul. It was this ball of fire that was talking to the little girl in non-standard sorcerer language. It was an irregular element creature!