Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 70 Rushing Out of the Cage

The castle, away from the side of the ruins, Justine carefully walked along the deserted corridor. Although she was in a hurry, she dared not make more noise for fear of attracting the pursuit of the Cloud Fog servants.

The Cloud Fog servants had turned into bloodthirsty wild beasts. They had started to chase and kill the followers out of nowhere; even Finkel, who was lying injured in the dormitory, had suffered. Luckily, she had cleverly hidden herself.

"Ivan, you must wait for me," Justine had just received a message from Ivan through the Secret Method Seal, telling her to meet him behind the castle, wait no further.

She hurriedly ran out from her hiding spot, fortunately, the Cloud Fog servants had killed most of the creatures in the castle, and there should not be many left inside at this moment.

Justine arrived at the base of the caste wall without much danger, quietly climbed the wall, looked around, did not see any tools that could help her descend, and after peeking over the edge of the wall, she gritted her teeth and climbed onto the battlement.

She made a leap.

With a dagger in her hand, she used her hands and feet, occasionally stepping on the wall for leverage, the dagger making a hissing sound as it scraped against the wall.

Seconds later, she fell to the ground with a dusty face, twisting her ankle and falling heavily.

Her left foot seemed to have been twisted.

Knowing she had no time to delay, she endured the pain in her foot and ran towards the direction away from the castle.

"Chiu chiu."

A Cloud Fog servant, attracted by the noise, floated up to the battlements, the fleeing figure caught its eye, it emitted an excited howl, its body like cotton candy swooped down the wall, heading straight for the prey below.

Hearing the noise behind, Justine's body trembled involuntarily.

She couldn't help but look back, only to see the double green eyes and body of the Cloud Fog creature; no cute aura could be felt from the Cloud Fog servant anymore.

She wanted to hasten her pace but accidentally tripped over a root in her panic, her delicate body tumbling towards the ground.

"Ivan, save me."

Justine shouted towards her pocket, hoping to transmit her voice to him through the Secret Method Seal inside, but unfortunately, the Secret Method Seal was not activated.

Seeing the prey stop, the Cloud Fog servant was even more excited, rushing down with the wind and fog, the wind turning into blades, floating in front like a moon, heading straight for the prey, its anthropomorphic eyes emanating intense intentions of slaughter.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the Cloud Fog servant was three or four meters away from Justine, a sword stabbed from the side.

This strike was particularly swift, reaching in front of the body of the Cloud Fog servant made of fog before the wind blade could even return.

The Quillen Sword was like stabbing into a soft gel.

Even though the sword penetrated the body, the Cloud Fog servant was not panicked. Its weakness was a small crystal, hidden deep within its body, indiscernible to outsiders.

With a crack, something shattered.

The anthropomorphic eyes of the Cloud Fog servant looked at the attacker, seemingly conveying its disbelief.

Watching the body of the Cloud Fog servant collapse, Ivan certainly wasn't going to kindly point out that its body had all turned green, green to the point of being cyan, making it easy to see the core inside.

The Cloud Fog servant's body was made of element energy, and after death, it left a broken core like a stone, probably an element stone, as his spoils of war, Ivan was, of course, going to pick it up.

"I've been waiting for you for a while now, come soon or I'll leave."

Justine staggered to her feet, just thrilled to say something, then heard his words, and could only stare at him disconsolately.

Turns out he was watching her jump down, watching her be chased, and staring as she fell.

However, that final strike was indeed splendid!

"Let's go, or we'll miss the boat."

Seeing her appearing injured, Ivan handed her a Physical Strength Potion.

Just a few seconds later, impatient with her slow pace, he simply grabbed her hand and sprinted towards the dock.

Before long, the two of them had left the castle far behind, with the dock in sight.

Curiously, Ivan asked, "By the way, where were you hiding earlier, why do you smell so bad?"

Justine reluctantly muttered, "Thomson's room, I evaded the Cloud Fog servant's pursuit by hiding behind the awful smell in there."

Previously, Thomson's body had been torn to pieces, causing his room's walls to collapse, making it messy and indistinguishable from ruins. Hiding there had undoubtedly been a smart choice.

Seeing Ivan's admiring gaze, Justine felt that the stench on her body was not entirely unacceptable.

At the island harbor, Pearney looked forward with anticipation and finally spotted the arrival of the two, hurrying forward to greet them.

"Is that token of yours still useful?"

"Who knows, having one is better than none." Ivan actually didn't know the answer; it would require a trial, "Did you manage to deal with the Iron Ridge Giant Turtle?"

Pearney showed a look of embarrassment, "Sort of, it's quite easy to persuade, but it needs a lot of food before it can move; it was always fed first before departure." After being stolen from once, she was now practically penniless.

She didn't know what Ivan's situation was like.

Hunting wasn't possible now; Ivan thought of the potion on him: "Would it drink a nutrition potion?"

"We can try."

Pearney had no other choice.

The Iron Ridge Giant Turtle, named Joe, was a synthetically bred creature from a laboratory, less intelligent than average creatures, unable to distinguish that Pearney was falsely ordering it.

"Joe, food's coming."

As Pearney called out, the turtle's head surfaced from the water, the size difference increasing the pressure on the three people on the dock.

Ivan glanced at Pearney, took out a nutrition potion, opened the cap, and let the glass bottle drift slowly towards it.

The Iron Ridge Giant Turtle snorted, seemingly reluctant, but skillfully wrapped the glass bottle and swallowed it, clearly it had been fed a nutrition potion before.

Seeing this, Pearney's eyes brightened.

The second and third nutrition potions drifted over, each being swallowed by the Iron Ridge Giant Turtle.

When Ivan was about to feed the fourth potion, the Iron Ridge Giant Turtle suddenly closed its mouth and sank into the water, blowing bubbles on the surface but rolling its eyes at the three people, looking like a petulant child.

The three exchanged glances.

Ivan asked in disbelief, "It's not being picky and throwing a tantrum, is it?" To be that big and ferocious and still be picky and temperamental.

Pearney and Justine looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.

Pearney urged, "Do you have any other potions?"

"Physical Strength Potion."

Ivan took one out, opened the cap, and swung it in front of the Iron Ridge Giant Turtle. The turtle poked its head out and swallowed it, instantly perking up.

The three successfully boarded the Dark Lahr.

Curiously, Pearney asked, "Where did you get all those potions from?"

"I made them myself."

The last time he concocted potions, Ivan hadn't yet reported to Lahr. Lahr must have been busy and forgotten about it. Ivan had quite a few potions on him, having concocted 6 bottles of Endurance Ginger Water, consumed one previously, and kept the remaining 5 on him.

He also had 30 bottles of Physical Strength Potion and 10 bottles of Nutrition Potion. If it weren't for the fear of impeding his actions, he could have dealt with Toyennes completely.

"You—you—I—I—you can't take and not know to give them to me, I could have carried them; you're driving me mad!"

Listening to Ivan's explanation, Pearney felt like she had suffered a critical hit. This man actually dared to make a request to Toyennes, and Toyennes foolishly agreed. If she had known, she would have asked too.

Looking at his innocent face, she guessed he had no idea how many magic stones he had thrown away. What a waste of valuable resources, absolutely infuriating!

Ivan hadn't realized why Pearney was reacting so strongly and casually said, "Shall we go back and get them?"

"Ah—You're really going to be the death of me!"

Pearney turned her head away in frustration, thinking how clueless he was to suggest returning to the castle only now.

Accompanied by a low roar, the Iron Ridge Giant Turtle pulled the Dark Lahr away from the dock, heading out to sea from the island.

They were finally leaving the island.

Ivan looked back at the sky behind him. The azure mist in the sky was like spider silk, weaving a massive cage. It was once used by Toyennes to confine apprentices, now used by Billerie to trap Toyennes.

Could they really escape this cage successfully?