Martial Online.

Chapter 511 Beowulf Strikes Again

Chapter 511 Beowulf Strikes Again

"How's your training going?" Casper asked. "I was supposed to assist you, but as you can see, I am not currently in a condition to do so."

"Uh, fine, I guess." Ambrose removed his hat and scratched the back of his head. "It's difficult. I don't know how to meditate, as I tried to meditate for a few hours with my eyes closed, but nothing happened."

Casper nodded as if he had expected that.

"You can't learn meditation immediately. It takes time and practice to quiet your mind and let go of distractions.

"It took me a few years, sitting inside a silent cave, to finally reach a state of true meditation."

"Yeah." Ambrose nodded with a troubled look. "And I ate that crystal, but for some reason, I was dreaming about killing so many people."

"What is it that you want now, after the dream?" Casper asked curiously.

"Ultimate power." Ambrose clenched his hand into a fist. "I want to grasp the entire world in my hands."

Casper scoffed inwardly.

'Indeed, a fool. Many thousands of magicians have had the same dream since they were children, and when they became old and wrinkly, they all realized just how impossible their dream was.

'This guy, already older than most when they started training magic, now thinks he can do it. He is just another fool who would get disappointed or die because of their arrogance.

'However, unfortunately for him, he'll die before he can even try.'

"Can I do magic before meditation?" Ambrose asked curiously.

Casper nodded while being careful of his broken arm.

"Yes, it is possible, but it would be dangerous to not know meditation, as magic is like a thunderstorm. It will create chaos in your mind, and that would make learning meditation even harder.

"Meditation is also the only thing that can help you calm your mind after doing magic."

'I didn't feel that after the fight.' Ambrose thought in curiosity.

"Are you ready to kill to increase your strength?" Casper asked with a raised eyebrow. "Not many have what it takes."

Ambrose clenched his hand into a fist and firmly stated, "Yes! I'll do anything to become powerful!"

'Hmph.' Casper scoffed inwardly. 'I thought he was supposed to be a saint, but like any mortal man, with false promises of power, they all subdue to their own greed in the end.' New novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

"We can go on a mission in the outside world soon." Casper said. "I'll just heal myself tonight with healing baths, and once I've recovered most of my strength, we can go study Golden Knife Street, where Zane lives."

"Sounds good." Ambrose nodded.

"Also, I have some questions." Casper turned to him with a serious look.

"What is it?" Ambrose asked innocently, but he was very wary after seeing that serious look.

"After waking up from the dead, did you visit any place before going to the tavern?" Casper asked with a frown.

"Ah, yes..." Ambrose said, hesitating slightly. "I visited my school because I was confused and didn't know where to go..."

"Alright..." Casper clicked his tongue. "Did you go to the tavern then?"

"Yeah, I wanted to know Zane's location, as I was convinced he was the one that killed me!"

Casper nodded as if he had realized something.

'That Beowulf trash must've heard news about someone who looks like Falco went to his school after death. Then, he probably used some tracking magic to find out where he went next, and then he met Eli in the tavern.

'Eventually, Eli spilled beans about me, and then Beowulf found where we went because of the tracking magic.'

Eli went to open it, and left the tavern with the bushy-bearded man.

After the bushy-bearded man lowered her body to the pavement, Eli gave him the payment.

"It's nice to do business with ya." The bushy-bearded man kissed the pouch of gold coins and entered the tavern as a happy man.

Eli looked at the unconscious, beautiful woman and stretched his limps.

"I should pay him to carry her all the way to the next destination."

As he was about to start carrying the beautiful woman elsewhere, at that moment, she vanished into a purple mist right in front of his eyes.

"Huh?!" Eli's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly activated several magic spells that created a protection barrier around him.

He looked around the dimly lit, empty alleyway, but there was no one there.

"Who are you?!" He screamed angrily, but his back was sweating with cold sweat.

He realized that whoever took her was an extremely powerful magician, as it wasn't easy to teleport someone away without touching her physically.

Eli wanted to rush inside the tavern to shout for help, but he didn't want to expose himself to the magician.

He could die in just a split second if he was careless!

"What were you planning to do with her?" A voice boomed across the alleyway.

It was so loud that Eli had to cover his ears.

However, strangely enough, no one in the tavern was able to hear the voice.

"Who are you?!" Eli screamed in frustration. "Where are you?!"

"Right here." A voice came right behind him.

Eli turned around in shock and saw a purple-masked person facing him.

At that moment, Beowulf punched through the protective barrier without any difficulty and smashed Eli right in the face.

Eli fell to the ground, dazed and bleeding.

"H-how... my barrier... what..."

"What were you planning to do to her?" Beowulf put his foot down on Eli's face and rubbed his face against the rough pavement, causing his face to bleed furiously.

"Ugh, sell her away!" Eli screamed. "I work with a human trafficking ring! I only deliver them some goods, get payment, and nothing else!"

"Where is this human trafficking ring?" Beowulf asked coldly.

"Ugh..." Eli whimpered painfully.

"Answer me!" Beowulf screamed with a voice so loud that Eli's ears started bleeding.

"At the docks!" Eli screamed. "They have a warehouse there!"

"Which warehouse?"

"The warehouse has a red door with a green handle!" Eli screamed as he felt like his head was getting crushed like a watermelon.

"I appreciate your answer." Beowulf stepped away from Eli. 'Wait for tomorrow, you bastard.'

Then, with a single snap, Beowulf vanished into a purple mist, leaving Eli bruised and battered on the ground with blood trickling down his face.

"W-what kind of monster... was he..."