I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 147 - 147 139 Why is it a nun again (asking for monthly

?Chapter 147: 139 Why is it a nun again (asking for monthly passes) Chapter 147: 139 Why is it a nun again (asking for monthly passes) “The Antler has three warehouses in total,” the young boss said, carrying a massive ledger and a pale bone similar to a cane. He walked and explained to Lin An, who held an oil lamp.

“The one for storing the most important items is called ‘Transfer Platform,’ and that is under the control of the Antler Leader.”

“The one for common daily use items is called ‘Big Brain,’ and then there’s the personal small warehouse bound to the glasses, which is actually a small room my dad partitioned from the ‘Big Brain.'”
Lin An was taken aback, asking curiously, “Big Brain?”

The young boss halted, lifting the pale bone toward the slaughterhouse above, “You see, in the Purgatory World, the slaughterhouse is constructed from a massive elk skeleton.”

When he saw Lin An nod, he shook the bone in his hand, “It’s that elk’s skull. The public warehouse and personal little warehouses are actually all inside it.”

“There is a tremendous expansion space inside that deer head, and it can respond to our Antler’s Furnace Core. That’s why you can take items out of your private warehouse.”

The two walked deeper into the slaughterhouse, arriving at an alley confined between two high warehouse walls. The young boss pointed at a nearby warehouse.

“According to the Antler’s rules, there always has to be someone on duty in this training room…”
He turned his head to look at Lin An and shrugged, “Without the Leader’s arrangement, no one wants to stay here on rotation, and that is what gave that ‘Masked’ wizard the opportunity.”

“Not to mention during this witch-hunting operation when everyone swarms out, everyone’s coordination is intimate, but it’s actually based on an understanding—no one wants to take commands from anyone else.”

As he spoke, he surveyed the walls in the alley, then, lifting the pale bone in his hand, he thrust it against a small depression in the wall.

When the one-meter-long bone was halfway in, the young boss hurriedly grabbed it to prevent it from drilling any further and twisted it forcefully.

“Crack~”
A crisp sound resonated.

It was similar to the sound of cracking one’s knuckles.

Lin An felt a sudden darkness envelop him. He keenly sensed that he was no longer in that alley.

It was as if he stood on a frozen lake surface, using the oil lamp in his hand for light, yet he could still only see countless black fogs.

As a black dot flickered before him, Lin An realised that these black mists were actually swarms of dense insects!

“The slaughterhouse was established at first to breed these ‘Blood-Feeding Rat Wives,’ specimens seized from an elite sorcerer,” the young boss said, shaking the pale bone in his hand. A strange wooing sound emanated from the cracks in the bone, and soon numerous insects flew onto the bone.

The young boss seemed to make some judgment and turned to look at Lin An, “They haven’t asked for more blood food, so the population must not have been impacted. It seems that the ‘Masked’ wizard made ample preparations before coming here.”

Lin An nodded, without speaking.

When he first encountered the Supernatural World, what he observed was Chen Xinmi using witchcraft to attack Professor Cao’s villa, knowing that Chen Xinmi was quite unique among wizards.

The Antler’s warehouse has everything, partitioned into small compartments, each with different protection measures, requiring the young boss to manipulate with that pale bone.

Lin An even saw a small compartment full of gold coins, glittering and smeared with what seemed like coagulating blood, churning incessantly as though alive.

“That’s actually a Sorcerer Zombie, an extremely unique one,” the young boss said with a snicker when he saw Lin An’s curiosity, “Still alive! The Furnace can’t refine it!”

Lin An was startled, “Alive?”

The young boss nodded, “Its main body is in a warehouse that only the Leader can access, and my dad told me it’s a suit of armor.”

As they continued the inventory, Lin An saw a variety of things, but also realized, the place was more of a sealing ground than a warehouse, as the young boss would often add, “Can’t be refined, can’t be destroyed.”

There was only a big room resembling a library in the corner, filled with various types of materials.

The young boss flipped through the ledger in his hand, sighing.

“Actually, it would be better to seal off this warehouse entrance directly, there isn’t much left inside that is valuable to the Antler.”

“The Antler’s predecessors once conducted massive experiments, nearly causing their extinction, and also depleting most of their reserves.”

“Then my dad did it again, completely exhausting everything the Antler had.”

He looked up at the bookshelves, his eyes full of contemplation, “This is the last of the Antler’s legacy.”

Lin An held up the oil lamp while the young boss checked the accounts one by one, “Actually, there’s no need to check so meticulously; the Antler’s documents aren’t made of normal paper, and they can’t be put into any witchcraft-related space-folding tools. I just saw that the “Ghost Face” was holding some scrolls and a box.”

That said, he still scrutinized every single item.

This task was particularly time-consuming, and it was in the accounts that Lin An came across the “Thirteen Roping Skills”. Stored here in the warehouse was a series of hard-drive-sized black stones, neatly stacked on half a shelf.

“Found it!”

The young boss’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the empty shelf in front of him, which had a bronze plaque that read——”Heart-to-Heart Skewers Fragrance Witchcraft, and Imagination” by Lu Tingyu.

“Good lord!”

“Damn it!”

Staring blankly at the text on the bronze plaque, the young boss flew into a rage, “That witch stole my dad’s materials!”

Heart-to-Heart Skewers Fragrance Witchcraft?

Lin An’s gaze sharpened—wasn’t this the witchcraft mentioned in Mr. Liu’s diary? (117)
The original purpose of the witchcraft was unclear, but the diary mentioned that Lu Tingyu believed that during the process of cultivating the Furnace, using this witchcraft could turn a Stone Treasure into a storage space!

Lin An narrowed his eyes, looking at the young boss with some concern, “There should be a backup, right?”

The young boss sighed and pointed at another plaque nearby, “Look.”

It was another bronze plaque, inscribed with a message:
——[Non-Essential Level]The method has strong limitations and is only suitable for Knight apprentices during the Furnace Stage of cultivation, and it is limited to theoretical status, unknown whether it is feasible or not. It is rated as non-essential because Lu Tingyu already has a better plan, that is, the Glasses Warehouse (see document number 745874).

“Non-essential level, so we won’t specifically back up the materials to the Leader’s Warehouse.” The young boss flipped through the accounts in his hand, pursed his lips, “Let’s go, Mr. Cao is waiting for our news, maybe someone will remember what this witchcraft is actually used for, this might be our chance to find the ‘Ghost Face’ sorcerer.”

…

In the Sorcerer (Witch) Slaughterhouse’s grand hall of the Purgatory World, the lights were bright, and with the arrival of the young boss and Lin An, Doctor Zhang, who was responsible for maintaining order at the meeting, shouted for everyone to be quiet.

“What was taken was one box of ‘Heart-to-Heart Skewers Fragrance Witchcraft’ materials, three scrolls of the distribution map of foreign sorcerers, and one scroll of ‘The Great Human Body’s Secret Treasure Dissection’.”

“Of these, the only non-essential item without backup is the ‘Heart-to-Heart Skewers Fragrance Witchcraft’.”

Everyone fell silent.

This was utter humiliation!

The Antler Witch-Hunting Knight Order was actually robbed by a sorcerer, nothing could make the Witch Hunter Knights feel more ashamed.

Professor Cao nodded expressionlessly and looked around, “Who knows about this witchcraft?”

“Me!”

Zhuang quickly sat up straight from his massive chair, “I confiscated it when I went hunting abroad with Mr. Lu. After Mr. Lu passed away, I was the one who rated and filed this witchcraft.”

“Details!” Professor Cao glanced at him.

“Hehe~” Zhuang laughed lasciviously, not sure what he was thinking about, “It’s a witchcraft invented by a nun…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when a skinny Witch-Hunting Knight dressed in a long coat exclaimed in shock, “Why is it always a nun?”

“Exactly!” a portly Witch-Hunting Knight laughed, slapping his belly, “I mean, how many witchcrafts invented by nuns have I heard about from childhood to now? I even have grandkids, and there are still nuns inventing witchcraft?”

Zhuang raised his eyebrows animatedly, “You know, when our domestic Witch Hunter Knights go hunting abroad, we don’t even need to look for sorcerers. Just search in the church that’s hosting us, and you’re guaranteed to catch one or two so-called devout nuns who have actually fallen and become sorceresses.”

“Haha, you have no idea, but the reputation of our nation’s Witch Hunter Knights has gone bad.”

“Everyone runs over and searches directly in their den, making the local Witch Hunter Knights lose face.”

Despite saying this, everyone laughed.

For a while, the entire meeting hall was filled with boisterous laughter.