Chapter 62 Is the Worst Plan Worth It?

In a dark basement on the lower level of the fortified castle, a man in a black robe sat lazily on a wooden chair, not moving.

Ruguien, holding several bottles of potions, busily moved back and forth among the lab equipment. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he stopped and looked in the direction of the black-robed man. "Why aren't you leaving yet? The Marquis should have come down by this time."

The black-robed man was silent for a long time, as if he were asleep. After a while, he said calmly, "He won't come."

There was confusion in Rujin's eyes.

The black-robed man adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and said indifferently, "His wife is dead."

Rujin said "Oh" nonchalantly. After making sure that the man in black robe would not be discovered if he continued to stay here, he felt relieved and busy himself with the preparations he had just interrupted.

He half-knelt down and carefully added the extract to the potion until the cyan and red merged, turning the entire bottle blue. His eyes lit up with excitement. He scratched the scar on the side of his face, the pain radiating through his nerves. He paused and asked curiously, "Is there any difference between aristocratic test subjects and commoners?"

Hearing this, the black-robed man gave a rare sneer. As the core of this experiment, he shouldn't have asked such a foolish question, but he answered anyway: "What's the difference? We're all human."

In an inconspicuous corner, Hefa, using invisibility magic, touched his chin. "Rujian, why haven't I heard of this guy before?" He had already observed the basement and some of Rujian's experimental techniques and procedures.

Logically speaking, such a talented person would not be unknown in the magical world.

His eyes fell on the man in black robe and he smiled playfully. How interesting! He had guessed long ago that more than just the Marquis of Kesley was involved in this matter, but he didn't expect that he was involved as well, and even the power contained in the potion. Such a pleasant surprise, should he tell Salis?

His hand rested lightly on his leg and said, "Forget it, let's go and meet up with Vifiya first."

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When Vifiya returned to the room, it was already midnight. Marin was standing not far away, clutching her dress, looking anxious.

She asked Arnold behind her to pour her a cup of hot tea, and then asked casually: "Why didn't you go over there?"

Marlene lowered her head: "Sorry, miss, I... this is my first time here. I don't know whether I should go or not. I can only obey your order to stay here..."

Vifiya looked at her deeply and walked past her.

Arnold pulled out a chair and she sat down, picking up the hot tea and blowing on it.

Marlene turned to face her and heard her say, "I'm not blaming you. The servants should have arranged a bedroom for you. Go ahead. I'll call you if I need anything."

Marlene let out a sigh of relief, "Yes... yes, Miss."

Vifiya stared at her back in thought. Arnold followed her gaze until Marlene turned and closed the door. Her footsteps faded away. Arnold lowered his head and asked, "Is there something wrong with her?"

"Yeah." The white smoke from the hot tea blew on Vifiya's face with warmth. "She is not simple."

She suddenly thought of Arnold's sad and worried look when he saw her before, and raised her head slightly to remind him: "Arnold, Kesley has no family affection." Therefore, the so-called family love they showed was nothing but a hypocritical disguise.

Arnold had guessed something from the moment she left the crowd, her sadness gone, and her thoughtful expression: "I understand."

Although she knew that Arnold had his own ideas and didn't need her to worry about anything, she couldn't help but say, "Be careful of everyone you meet in the Marquis's Mansion." After a pause, she said, "You should sit down and have some warm tea."

Upon hearing this, Arnold sat down obediently.

Vifiya lowered her eyes, her eyes showing dissatisfaction with the Marquis. After she returned to the Marquis's mansion, she never saw Neve again. When she asked the Marquis about it, he just said that she had made a mistake and was being punished.

Others may believe this, but she doesn't.

A magic circle lit up in an empty area of ​​the room, and Arnold quickly stood up and half-drew his sword, but when he saw it was Hefa, he sheathed the sword.

Hefa casually cast a soundproofing spell and unceremoniously sat down next to Vifiya, skillfully pouring himself some hot tea. He looked at Vifiya, whose face showed no sadness for her mother's death. He said sarcastically, "I thought I needed to comfort you, but you're even more cold-blooded than I imagined."

Vifiya glanced at him and put down the cup: "Let's get to the point."

Hefa leaned lazily against the backrest, looking sideways at her: "The issue you are most concerned about is your maid Neve, who is now sleeping in the basement."

"Which basement?" She didn't hide her anxiety.

Since she had inherited the power of Buma Lingda, Hefa said seriously, "A word of advice: you must be prepared for the worst."

Vifiya fell silent, her eyes firm: "Now you just need to tell me where she is?"

"It's in the basement beneath the Marquis's study," he added. "Next door is where the magician conducts his experiments."

Vifiya lowered her eyes. She understood what Hefa meant. Since Neve was in such a place, she couldn't act rashly and alert the enemy. But at the same time, time was running out. It would be too late if they activated the spell and started the experiment.

"Don't worry." Hefa drank tea leisurely, "She's fine now."

After not hearing her voice for a long time, he turned his head to look at her. She lowered her head, thinking about something, and suddenly whispered, "Is it possible to transfer the Sergenko curse?"

"Don't even think about it," Hefa replied quickly, "unless you can endure double the pain."

Hearing this, Vifiya looked at him suddenly, and Hefa could clearly see from her eyes what she wanted.

After being surprised, he hesitated to speak. He had underestimated her madness.

Hefa stared at Vifiya without blinking and thought, she cared about this maid more than he expected, why?

"No." The two turned to look at the source of the voice. It was Arnold.

He stared intently at Vifiya and repeated, "No, it's too dangerous. If you absolutely need someone to transfer, let me do it."

Vifiya came to her senses. She had been in a hurry and had not considered that Arnold was also here. With his personality, he would not let her do such a dangerous thing. However, it was not impossible to persuade him. She knew what words would make him stop objecting.

"There are some things I have to do myself," Vifiya said firmly. "I understand my situation, and this is the safest way."

Arnold's expression remained unchanged. He simply looked at Vifiya and asked, "Is this an order?"

As if she hadn't expected him to ask this, she shook her head: "No, because I have something more important to entrust to you."

The room fell silent. After a moment, Arnold nodded. "I understand."

Arnold may not know the deeper meaning of Vifiya's words, but Hefa has some guesses.

However, he asked curiously, "Just a maid, is it worth it?" Is it worth paying such an unknown price just for a slave? And why is she so obsessed with the life and death of a slave?

He heard Vifiya's answer: "What matters is not her identity, but that I think she is worthy of me doing this, that's worth it."

Hefa choked, and at the same time, a feeling of sudden enlightenment ran through his brain. It turned out that there was such a way of thinking. He had always felt that something was wrong, but her casual words suddenly pointed it out. Before, he had been trapped in a misunderstanding, measuring a person's value by his identity. He always inevitably thought in this way.

And these words made Arnold fully understand her determination.

Vifiya did not care too much about the status of the two of them. In fact, she did so for a more important reason, which was about resurrection from the dead. Coincidentally, she currently had a curse of infinite rebirth. She was curious about which side would win if these two "resurrected from the dead" collided with each other, and what kind of changes would happen to her. Anyway, things would not get worse, so why not give it a try?

"The task of removing the Sergenko curse will still be left to Isidore. As for the transfer..." Hefa looked at her, and he rarely looked serious. "Let's make it clear in advance that I can help you, but this matter can only be known to the few of us present."

Strictly speaking, he didn't care much about Vifiya's life, but there were people who did care, Osa, Osa's mother. Although they could probably guess it, given how much they cared about Vifiya, if they knew about this, they would probably be more than just angry.

And there was Isidore, the last "God's Favorite" who did not die prematurely, and the ancestor of his first great magician.

Whatever the price Isidore paid for his powerful strength, the fact that he was still alive today meant that the price had been paid. No, more than that, his magic power was even stronger than that of his ancestors in records, and it seemed that not even a part of it had been taken back by the world. In other words, the price was paid unexpectedly perfectly, so perfect that the rules of the world were extremely satisfied.

Based on his understanding of Isidore, the look in his eyes every time he looked at her, and his behavior which was almost like two different people, this matter was most likely closely related to Vifiya.

Then, the current great magician Salis could not be unaware of the importance of Veffia to him. After all, Isidore was a student taught by her personally, and she even gave him her own surname, which was enough to show her love for him. Most likely, she already knew about the relationship between him and Veffia.

He laughed to himself. This was such a thankless job.

He was willing to take the risk to help her. It was undeniable that this could indeed prevent the casting of "Resurrection" to a great extent and destroy the balance of this magic on the rules of the world. Therefore, no matter how great the risk was, it was worth doing.

Vifiya nodded. She could probably guess why he put forward such a condition. She had the same concerns. Now, it was not that she did not trust Isidore, who was also a magician, but she felt from the bottom of her heart that he would not agree and there was no room for persuasion.

She lowered her eyes and looked down at her reflection on the surface of the hot tea. Many things had changed in this life and had become much different from before.

Her eyes were dim in her sight. Next, she had to find a way to let the people of the Haihefu family make the situation even more chaotic.