Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 283

Chapter 283

Places with dark creature activity did indeed produce quite a bit of dark energy.

Beili did not bother looking too closely into whether it was their blood or their excrement. She took out the Black Bone Scythe early on and ordered it to remain in that tiny form while it went around collecting Mana.

The Black Bone Scythe had been locked away in her “drawer exile” for a while and had developed a bit of a temper. Only after she scolded it a couple of times did it obediently listen.

…

They walked like that for some time.

A gloomy stone cavern appeared before them.

Looking at the parchment scroll in his hand, Cyril said, “According to the map, the target of this expedition should be hidden inside.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go in.”

Lance spoke excitedly, grabbing Bartholomew by the wrist and pulling her into the cave.

The moment Beili stepped into the stone cavern, a thick stench of blood rushed over her.

Faint whispers seemed to echo between the stone walls.

Her red eyes paused slightly, and she followed the others deeper into the cavern.

Inside the stone cavern.

A group of dark creature were prostrate on the ground, surrounding a Magic Array that burned with eerie black flames, making hoarse, indistinct sounds.

As though they were performing some sort of summoning ritual.

…

The smell of blood in the air was so heavy it was almost impossible to disperse.

Eerie black flames leapt over the Magic Array, releasing a sinister aura.

Beili reacted almost instantly. In her heart, she summoned the Black Bone Scythe and commanded it:

Destroy everything there.

While the others were still observing from the shadows and considering how to act,

a massive black scythe had already appeared silently overhead.

After carving several black slashes through the air,

the blade marks shot swiftly and sharply toward the dark creature on the ground, who were in the middle of that strange ritual.

Boom, boom.

There came the sound of stone shattering.

The dark creature were instantly cut into pieces beneath the scythe’s slashes.

The Magic Array on the ground, which had been radiating that eerie aura, was also blasted apart by the impact.

After dealing with the dark creature on the ground, the black scythe drifted straight toward the people in the corner.

Cyril’s expression darkened instantly. He took several steps forward and blocked the way in front of everyone.

Lance also reacted, moving in front of the three girls and stretching out a hand to shield them behind him.

Seeing that Cyril had already begun chanting a spell under his breath, apparently intending to attack the Black Bone Scythe with magic, Beili hurriedly explained,

“Don’t be nervous. That’s my weapon.”

“…Bartholomew.”

Cyril stopped chanting.

“Why didn’t you say something before you acted?” he asked coldly.

“Well, yes, but it’s already handled,” Beili said evenly.

When she raised her head, she saw Cyril’s brows tightly furrowed.

“Did you forget you’re supposed to follow the captain’s orders? That was far too reckless.”

His icy tone carried a clear note of blame.

“How-”

Beili was already irritated from thinking about the Magic Array those dark creature had set up, so she retorted,

“Could Your Highness have communicated with those dark creature? Could you understand their language?”

“…”

Silence.

When two people with equally strong auras, both of them cold as ice, started arguing, no one chose that moment to cut in.

Even Lance shut his mouth and swept his gaze between Bartholomew and Cyril as though watching a good show.

In the dim light, Cyril met the girl’s somewhat cold red eyes.

After a moment, he drew in a light breath.

“What I mean is, you destroyed their Magic Array.”

Rarely showing this much patience, he explained,

“If we could have recorded the Magic Array intact, we might have been able to investigate what purpose they had in setting it up after we returned.”

Beili was silent for two seconds, then said evenly,

“The smell of blood here is too strong. I’ll wait for you at the cave entrance.”

“Is the smell that bad?”

Finally finding the perfect moment to interrupt, Lance lifted his nose and sniffed, then said in confusion, “Why don’t I smell anything?”
Just then.

A blur of low whispers echoed between the stone walls.

Those dead dark creature remains began making eerie noises amid the murmurs. Their shattered forms wriggled like worms, piecing themselves back together.

“They’ve come back to life…”

Susanna cried out in shock.

“There’s a dark creature hiding here that knows summoning magic. That’s our target this time,” Cyril said coldly. “Its close-range attacks are very weak, almost negligible. The problem is that it hides in the dark and keeps summoning puppets nonstop.”

“As long as we find it and destroy it, these puppets that keep reviving will stop.”

…

While the others searched the cave for the summoning-type dark creature, Beili had already walked to the entrance.

Bored, she kicked at the dead branches outside the cave, her cool, beautiful face looking somewhat gloomy.

The Black Bone Scythe had also shrunk to the size of a pendant and floated in front of her.

Beili sensed its hesitation, as if it wanted to say something but held back.

Clearly, it had noticed that something was off, and it had questions.

Beili’s brows drew together slightly, and she ordered irritably, “Don’t ask.”

-Oh, yes. So what if something felt off? So what if it had questions? A certain scythe was already perfectly content just to be released from its “drawer harem of neglect.”

The Black Bone Scythe obediently asked no further questions.

…

After waiting a little longer, the four people in the cave finally came out.

The moment Lance emerged and saw her, he strode over quickly, impatiently holding the black Magic Crystal out in front of her as he said, “Luoluo, look. This is what we got this time.”

Beili lifted her red eyes.

In the boy’s fair hand was a small piece of black Magic Crystal, only about the size of a fingernail.

This was Beili’s first time seeing black Magic Crystal.

The pieces of Magic Crystal they usually obtained were all a brilliant orange-gold, dazzling and radiant, giving off a mesmerizing, gilded glow.

But the piece of Magic Crystal in Lance’s hand now was black as ink.

Deep. Oppressive.

And it emanated the familiar sinful Mana she knew so well.

Beili’s red eyes instantly lit up.

She took the black Magic Crystal from Lance’s hand, examined it carefully, and asked, “This… why is it black?”

Lance smugly brushed back the vivid red strands of hair falling across his forehead, his narrow foxlike eyes lifting.

“Pieces of Magic Crystal freshly taken from dark creature bodies are all black. If you want them to become the kind of Magic Crystal we normally use, they still have to go through refinement.”

He explained.

“Where are they refined?”

Beili followed up at once.

Oh. That question.

That question sent Lance into deep thought, because he vaguely remembered that this had been explained in some class or other.

But during class, his mind had always been somewhere else-if he was not dozing off, then he was thinking about something else-so…

The others happened to come out of the cave just then.

Lance could only ask the girl to wait a moment while he took the question to Cyril.

Cyril’s violet eyes glanced at her indifferently.

“Refining Raw Magic Crystal is part of the Magic Bank’s business.”

His voice was utterly devoid of emotion as he answered.

“What? Are you interested in the Magic Bank now?”

Beili handed the black Magic Crystal back to Lance.

Cyril was right.

She had indeed become interested in the Magic Bank.

Previously, she had been busy collecting Mana from the dead and investigating the whereabouts of Ashera’s three items. She had never looked into the Magic Bank.

Her only contact with it had been when Vulture proposed exchanging information for one piece of Magic Crystal, and she had Madam Constance obtain ten pieces of Magic Crystal through the Magic Bank.

After that, she had never had any further contact with the Magic Bank.

Cyril noticed her thoughtful expression.

“If you’re interested in the refinement of Raw Magic Crystal…”

A faint glimmer passed through his amethyst-like eyes.

“Come find me in the potion room after tomorrow’s welcome ball.”

That was what Cyril said to her.