Baron Cullen

Chapter 109 Donald's Intentions

Karen cleared her mind of the jumbled thoughts.

He watched with great concentration, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Regardless of whether it's fifth-tier or not, this spell is still too advanced for him at his current level.

Even with the help of mysterious runes, he could only discern their structure and their erratic movement, deeply imprinting them in his mind.

About a few minutes later.

Karen felt the stinging pain in his right eye intensify, and he also felt dizzy. He quickly looked away and closed his eyes.

Fifth-tier spell, Heart-Eating Spell.

Based on the analysis of the mysterious runes, this spell appears to be a latent, actively triggered curse.

Once a curse is implanted into the target's heart, the caster can control the outbreak of the curse at any time within a certain time and range.

Once this spell is cast, it will instantly melt the target's heart, making it impossible to avoid!

Without a doubt, this is an extremely vicious yet incredibly powerful curse.

The only drawback is that casting this spell requires physical contact with the target.

After processing the information in her mind, Karen said to Donald beside her, "President, this spell is indeed a fifth-tier spell, but its structure and core are different from magic, and it is very complex."

I know absolutely nothing about the abilities of the wizarding profession, so I only understood a very basic level.

Although he had already mastered this spell.

However, because he could not reveal the existence of the mysterious runes and had not awakened the wizard profession, the extraordinary circuits within him were not compatible with the spells, thus preventing him from experiencing their mysteries by casting them himself.

Therefore, he could only provide a rudimentary answer based on the information in his mind and some observations from his previous life:

"The way this spell works is strange and unpredictable, but I think the association might be able to start from these three points..."

He paused for a moment, then pointed out the three places within the spell where the extraordinary elements were moving relatively slowly.

"This spell seems to follow a 'three-cycle alternation' pattern; with each completed cycle, the spell's power deepens..."

To crack this, you can try starting from these three points, or simply interrupt it.

As for a solution, I cannot provide one at my current level.

Although Karen's explanation was very brief, even crude.

But Donald's eyes lit up after hearing that!

These past few days, several high-ranking mages in the association have been studying the matter, and with the help of relevant records of wizards, they have barely managed to identify one of the core elements.

Karen only glanced at the location for a short while before clearly identifying three potential key positions!

"Baron Cullen, you've done a great job!" Donald exclaimed excitedly. "The information you provided is absolutely crucial!"

Even the "three-cycle alternation" pattern you just mentioned has given me new insights!

This pointed us in the right direction for our next steps in the cracking process, saving us a lot of time from blindly trying things out!

You've done the association a huge favor!

"President, you flatter me. I'm glad I could be of help." Karen rubbed her still stinging right eye. "After all, I'm a member of the association, and this is what I should do."

Donald was initially excited, but when he saw Karen's exhausted appearance, a pang of guilt flashed in his eyes.

Karen is talented and is indeed a member of the association.

But that wasn't the reason he repeatedly asked Karen for help, especially after seeing that the latter seemed quite uncomfortable trying to perceive the essence of that spell.

He increasingly felt that he had been taking his position as president too for granted.

Karen's talent should not be a burden.

Thinking of this, Donald sighed and took off a simple, black ring from his finger.

"I'm so sorry, Karen..." He handed the ring to Karen, his tone serious and sincere, "Your talent is so amazing that the association instinctively turns to you for help whenever it encounters a problem..."

They even thought that since you possessed this talent, helping you was only natural.

As he spoke, he bowed slightly to Karen, "Please forgive my rudeness, Baron Karen."

Your talent and membership in the association should not be your shackles. I, as the president, have made such a serious mistake in my pursuit of magic and sorcery.

I've imbued this ring with a third-tier purification spell, making it immune to most common toxins and curses.

Now that you've joined the Order Keepers, you'll likely be frequently on dangerous missions, and it's inevitable that you'll resort to some insidious methods.

I hope this ring will be of some help to you.

To be honest, Karen was somewhat surprised.

He never expected that the president would have so many thoughts after seeing the discomfort he showed in his right eye due to the stinging pain.

For a moment, he intended to refuse and explain the reason.

But Donald's serious expression and sincere words made him realize that perhaps he shouldn't disappoint the other party's determination and good intentions at this moment.

Thinking of this, Karen accepted the ring and said politely with a smile, "President, you are too kind. It is my honor to contribute to the association. You don't need to feel uncomfortable about it."

I promised you that if the association encountered any trouble, I would definitely lend a helping hand.

This is my promise to you, and to the association.

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Karen then examined the ring in her hand.

The ring felt cool to the touch, with fine, hidden runes engraved on the inner circle, radiating a gentle aura.

This is undoubtedly a very useful piece of equipment, especially when facing wizards or heretical creatures.

...

The next two days were uneventful, until the third day.

Karen had just arrived at the Order of the Nation branch when she ran into Captain Tyron in the corridor.

"Hello, Captain. How are you feeling today?" He greeted him with a polite smile.

"You've come at the perfect time, Karen. I have a task for you," Tyron said casually, a friendly smile on his face. "The leader and the three deputy leaders had a meeting early this morning."

They believed that since the Secret Society was active around the City of No Breath, there were likely spies or informants planted by them in the city.

As you know, places like pubs, where all sorts of people mingle, are the easiest places for filth and corruption to hide.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, as if sharing some important secret: "You did a good job on the mission in Blackwood Village last time, so the higher-ups want our team to go to the biggest tavern in the city, 'Night Rose,' to investigate."

Secretly inquire whether there is any news about the Secret Society or unfamiliar extraordinary individuals.

So this operation doesn't need to be a big deal; it's just about going for a drink and listening to some gossip.

Karen looked at Tyron, a thought flashing through her mind.

Such intelligence-gathering missions are usually better suited to the intelligence-dedicated squads under Deputy Chief Bright, or at least should be assigned to assassin-class colleagues.

Moreover, he was well aware that Tyron had a strong interest in the dancers at this tavern.

Now he has the opportunity to meet those dancers on official business, but they seem completely unconcerned and instead directly assign them to him.

This seems to be more complicated than it appears.

Tyron noticed Karen's confusion and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't overthink it. This mission is just about gathering intelligence, and it's not easy to achieve anything significant."

But think about it, you've survived such a dangerous place as Kuroki Village, shouldn't you relax and celebrate being alive?

So you might as well take this opportunity to take those guys out for a drink and see if you get anything out of it.

As for credit, I'll give you all the credit for any leads you provide.

He paused for a moment, then said mysteriously, "But you must remember, this mission is to gather information secretly. Don't reveal your identities and cause unnecessary trouble."

After saying that, he gave Karen a meaningful look, then turned and left.

Karen stood there, her brows slightly furrowed.

Tyron's attitude and behavior were strange.

Not only did they give credit to them, but they also specified a particular place for them to relax and celebrate under the guise of official business.

This is quite different from what Tyronn did before.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.