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Chapter 137: Re: Hidden in the Secret Library

The observer was not impressed with the performance, if anything, it squashed the Black Slime until its core was nearly crushed and then resumed back to its apathetic stance. The creature wriggled and fled from its sight. Perhaps the searchers were simply luckyit added into the factors of this place, but luck could only carry them so far.

What one needed here was Spells and Skills.

Except for the sudden attack of that thing from earlier, once again Timothy and Ellynn were travelling through the corridors without much of a problem. Although one could say that was a problem in of itselfit only added to the stress of both the young man and Half Elf. They were walking with their senses on full alert.

Their vision darted around their surroundings: walls, ceiling and floors were devoid of that black matter. Timothy held back himself from sighing in relief. 

He couldn't see that black slime anymore, it must have really cowered away from them for some reason and not only did they rely on sight. Ellynn didn't hear anything with her superior hearing. 

Perhaps it was a one time

He quickly covered his nose, his passive Skill in works as he spun to Ellynn, "Something's wrong with the air, get your barrier..." Timothy's surroundings whirled, his words garbled and stuck to his throat as his vision darkened. 

It was too late.

.. .

Floating food was normal.

In the Kraelonia Academy, especially in the dining hall that he found himself in, floating food were the least of his concerns. That was what Han told himself as he took a seat in one of the corners of the room, he wasn't feeling chatty at the moment and yet there seemed to be some disturbance in the air.

Sir Leon de Harrington was looking around the place and Han ducked his head to avoid being seen. Did the guy have a friendship radar or something? In this particular moment he just wanted to be alone

Another muffin floated in the corner of his vision until it disappeared.

Was he imagining things? Probably.

His mind wasn't into deciphering the mysterious magic of the place right now. Instead he was wondering if he should head back to sleep now and be done for the day? This day was pretty much peaceful for him.

It only kind of sucked that Timothy still didn't decide to join him for dinner. But of course the guy was probably going to eat in his roomdid that guy really hate Sir Leon's guts that much that he'd choose to eat alone? Or was it him? It was probably him wasn't it?

.. .

When Timothy finally woke and bolted up from the floor, he found himself in some new area within the dungeon, he was going to call this place as such because what kind of decent learning institution had death traps lying in wait for him. And yet there was something he had to concern himself more, where was his companion? "Miss Ellynn" He faltered as he looked around.

He was alone.

Where was she? Was she dead? It was a cruel but almost realistic thing to ask. And yet Timothy wouldn't believe that she had died when he was still very much alive. It would make much more sense that he was fodder material than her. Maybe she had gone somewhere else and scouted their area? He waited for a couple of minutes but found it fruitless.

She wouldn't have just left him alone.

And that only meant one thing to him, not of her death, but of her capture. Whatever had arrived after he lost consciousness was something she had fought with to ensure that he was safe and unharmed. And he cursed himself for realizing it too late, or perhaps being too weak about it happening in the first place. Dungeons didn't just use monsters, it also used traps, they didn't only rely on brute force to kill unsuspecting Adventurers. If it weren't for his [ Sharp Nose ] then he wouldn't have noticed that the air was amiss but he had already inhaled too much of it.

He was afraid that it may have happened to Ellynn as well.

Now as for the confirmation that he was in a new portion was the appearance of some light orbs in the walls and the fact that his nose could no longer pick up that strange scent from before.

His blood pounded but he took a deep breath and assessed his surroundings. He was fine. Whatever might have gotten Ellynn didn't manage to get him, he felt his pockets. He might have fallen down but his potions were securethe bottles were of good quality.

He had no injuries except for his headache. How much time had already passed in between his passing out and waking up? His throat didn't feel dry so it wasn't long enough for him to feel dehydrated or hungry.

The young man gulped for a moment at the thought of waking up after days. If he was gone for too long then people would No, only Han would notice and go look for him. "But what good would it be if I was already dead by that time?" He thought darkly, he picked himself up as he ventured forward.

Staying in one place would do him nothing.

Whatever happened to Ellynn or the previous ones that had gone here, he would learn of it sooner or later as he continued down this path. His thoughts went back to the previous encounters, "A slime as soon as we stepped in here, some kind of gas that made one fall asleep what's next? Spike balls? Walls caving in on me?" Timothy's gaze went around their area.

At least there were no plants here.

It was what he had to burn through during the Test Trial and that had nearly extinguished all the number of times he could use [ Firestarter ]. The young man continued his way down until he heard a sound. Was it gas or liquid spilling? He covered his nose and mouth and swept his gaze over his surroundings.

And he soon found what was making the sound.

There was a slit of red eyes in the distance where the light had reached its end and met halfway through the darkness. The sound he had heard was a hiss. Fire had never felt too small in his hands as he froze. 

The enormous snake lunged for him and he dodged out of its way and hurtled forward. The young man ran and swept through the hallway, lighting a fire for his pathhis legs were faster but the snake was relentless. 

He threw the fire at it and watched it recoil for a moment but his flames simply bounced off its scales. Or maybe it absorbed it. He didn't know. It hissed and moved even faster, aggravated.

What could he use? He should have brought some knives from the kitchen but he hadn't been able to, the Cooks threw him out, all he had were the potion bottles but he couldn't heal the snake to death could he? Until a crazy idea popped in his head. Timothy reached for the empty one in his pocket, it was sturdy wasn't it? 

All he needed to do was attack.

The young man skidded to a stop and turned to the snake moving towards him. Look at the sight of the creature! Who was he kidding? No doubt, it would coil its body around him and squeeze the air out of his lungsno, he could do this. The boys back in his village hunted the giant bugs in the Enchanted Forest, this snake was just a little bit bigger.

He needed to think of something to give him courage.

This giant snake was a bigger delicacy. He focused his mind and stared at the monstrous beast as if it were food, he held the empty bottle in his hand. If he had to prepare something like this, the innate knowledge struck him, the meat of the snake was surely good, but he would have to defang it. Its fangs were dripping with poison and so its attack style wasn't squeezing him to death

.. .

In the Enchanted Forest, there lived a Wood Elf, the first and the last of its kind in the realm. It stayed in its house of wood, a tree house, if Han or even Odele would have seen it, either of them would call it as such. Unlike others who stowed away with their resource gathering, Kingdom or even Race building, he was of the few who made this place into his second paradise.

His domain only stretched in the Enchanted Forest, his few 'people' that were to be protected consisted of creatures of all kindsthe Wood Elf, protector of such creatures also held reign over the Wind. The Lord of the Wind. Not that he would throw his weight around with that.

Sylphs would attack him if he got too conceited about it.

But besides his small domain and the mere fact that his only Ally was simply a Human and Han's people were culling his own inhabitants at that. There was someone else he paid much more attention to. 

A 'Member' of his family.

The one and only daughter from some incident a couple of decades ago. His child who called herself Ellynn. Although the relationship between them right nowshe was at her rebellious teen years.

Something then flashed in his vision, the familiar green screen:

[ A 'Member' of the Family Has Been Captured ]

The Wood Elf fell off the vine hammock he was resting at with a yelp.