svetikya Chapter 92 Lu Xiaobai's Painful Past!
Chapter 92 Lu Xiaobai's Painful Past!
Chapter 92 Lu Xiaobai's Painful Past!
Wang Ergou's voice lowered, as if he had been pulled back to that foreign bar filled with smoke and dim lighting more than two years ago.
His eyes were somewhat dazed as he slowly began to speak: "That was in London, England, in a wizard's pub called 'The Flaming Wand'."
"At the time, I was drinking with two friends."
The man was named John, blond and blue-eyed, and quite outgoing; the woman was named Elisa, red-haired, and had a very straightforward personality.
"We met at a small social gathering of the supernatural community—a gathering. We hit it off and became friends. They were both graduates of Flammel School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
The scene seemed to replay before Wang Ergou's eyes.
Inside the bar, the air was filled with the aroma of beer, tobacco, and some kind of herb.
The lighting was dim, with only the firelight from the fireplace and a few brass lamps above the bar providing a warm glow.
John took a big gulp of beer, foam clinging to his beard. He wiped it off and asked with a hint of teasing, "Wang, seriously, your 'Rainbow Stream' has all those fancy features, it's pretty cool, but don't you have any more—practical—survival tools? Like a Flash or a Rewind or something?"
Wang Ergou, who was already a little tipsy, burped upon hearing this and waved his hand dismissively: "Pshaw! What would you need that stuff for?"
"What era are we living in? It's not like ancient times with all the fighting and killing. As long as I don't deliberately go into dangerous areas, what danger could there be? It's perfectly safe!"
"No danger?" Elisa put down her wine glass. Her red hair looked like a flame in the dim light. Her relaxed expression had disappeared, and she became serious.
"Nonono, Wang, you're too optimistic."
"Let me tell you, just a few months ago, something terrible happened here."
Upon hearing this, John, who was standing nearby, seemed to have been doused with ice water, instantly sobering up considerably. The alcohol on his face faded, replaced by a sense of lingering fear and seriousness: "Damn it, Alyssa, I was almost forcing myself to forget it if you hadn't mentioned it!"
"king!"
He leaned forward, getting closer to Wang Ergou, his tone laced with warning: "Don't you like to travel around? Be extra careful lately! Especially when you run into those kinds of magicians—the kind whose faces alone make you feel uneasy and have a creepy feeling all over!"
"You must be very vigilant! They could very well be evil dark sorcerers, or even more dangerous dark wizards!"
Seeing the serious, even fearful, expressions on their faces, Wang Ergou's drunkenness vanished instantly, and his heart tightened. He asked gravely, "John, Alyssa, what happened? What's going on?"
Alyssa glanced warily around the noisy bar, making sure no one was paying attention to their corner, before lowering her voice to almost a whisper: "You didn't know?"
"Our Flamel Academy recently made an unexpected discovery of a huge underground alchemy workshop! It's at least several hundred years old!"
"Moreover, it is very well preserved, like a secret base left behind by some ancient wizarding organization."
"This matter was originally classified. The academy only sent two experienced instructors, along with a dozen or so of our more outstanding junior students, to conduct a preliminary investigation, hoping to find some lost ancient magical knowledge or alchemical tools —"
At this point, Elisa's voice began to tremble uncontrollably, as if she were recalling something extremely terrifying; even the knuckles of her fingers gripping the wine glass turned white: "But—but something went wrong somewhere, and the information was leaked!"
"Actually, it's not a big deal if it's just a leak; this kind of place will eventually be made public as a research facility."
"But the bad thing is, somehow this news reached the ears of those dark magicians!"
"And the rumors are getting more and more outrageous!"
"What do you mean? This contains the complete legacy of ancient wizards, lost alchemical techniques, or some kind of magical totem that can communicate with ancient gods."
Wang Ergou's heart tightened upon hearing this, sensing that something terrible was about to happen: "And then? What happened next?"
"later?"
Elisa's voice was filled with anger.
"Those lunatics! God knows where they gathered this bunch of desperados from!"
"There are black magicians, black sorcerers who believe in evil gods, even wandering monks from India, Onmyoji from Japan, and I've heard there are also strange people from your Eastern side—"
"There were at least fifty of them, one after another! Like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood!"
John then chimed in, his voice low and filled with suppressed pain and anger: "And then—"
"Then, while our younger schoolmates were completely unprepared, they launched an attack—"
A massacre—two instructors—and some students—almost—almost all of them.
"And the way he died, sigh—"
He couldn't continue, so he took a big gulp of wine.
Wang Ergou gasped, feeling a chill creep up his spine from his feet.
John wiped his face and continued, "Later, the Academy and the official special forces arrived at the scene, but all that was left inside the alchemy workshop was a raging fire."
"That flame was incredibly evil; it burned all night long, turning everything inside to ashes—"
"----ash!"
He managed to utter the last two words with difficulty.
"If it weren't for the team leader risking his life to forcefully activate a distress signal using his crystal ball at the moment of the attack, we might never have known what happened inside."
"Sigh, this has spread throughout the entire European supernatural community, and you still don't know?"
Wang Ergou's face turned pale, and he muttered, "Maybe—maybe I've been too engrossed in improving 'Rainbow Flow' lately and haven't been paying much attention to news from the Extraordinary People Network—"
Suddenly, he caught a sharp note in John's words: "Wait! You just said 'almost' dead? What does 'almost' mean?"
Elisa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her eyes still held disbelief: "You might not believe it—that attack—so many people—only one junior from our college miraculously survived."
"How is this possible?!"
Wang Ergou stared wide-eyed in shock.
"The enemy outnumbers you several times over! And they launched a sneak attack!"
"Besides—aside from the two magic instructors, aren't the others all students? How could they possibly withstand an attack of that scale?"
John nodded, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "That's right, it's absolutely impossible under normal circumstances. But you may not know—our junior who survived—he—he's not an ordinary superhuman."
He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, and lowered his voice even further: "I only found out by chance later, when the declassification period for the internal files of the academy was about to expire—"
"He's the one who's become widely known on the internet in recent years, and is privately referred to by many magicians as 'Mahoutsukai' (the magician)!"
"A magician?" Wang Ergou frowned in thought. He had indeed seen this name in some news articles on the Extraordinary People Network, but he had always thought it was just a legend.
Elisa continued, her tone filled with awe and a hint of regret: "Later—that junior completely disappeared from the academy—no one knows where he went—it was as if he vanished into thin air."
Wang Ergou's narration came to an abrupt end, as if he were still immersed in the heavy and oppressive atmosphere of the London bar two years ago.
There was a deathly silence outside the courtyard gate.
The young members of the Lu family troupe were all stunned, their expressions frozen in shock and disbelief.
Just moments ago we were discussing the surreal quality of "two newbies," but this cruel and bloody past has completely washed it away, leaving only a heavy sense of unease.
"In other words—"
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Zhi Jinhua's voice was a little dry and trembled slightly: "Xiao Bai—is that the magician who disappeared for almost two years on the foreign supernatural website?"
As an intelligence expert, she had obviously heard of this code name, but she had never associated it with the seemingly cold young man in front of her.
"So—that means Xiaobai has become this cold and aloof person—"
Bai Shixue murmured a reply, but before she could finish, everyone understood what she meant.
Having experienced such a horrific massacre, witnessing firsthand the murder of his mentor and classmates, and ultimately struggling alone to survive a hellish inferno—
This inhuman suffering and pressure is enough to destroy anyone's spirit.
No wonder he shut himself off, freezing all his emotions and vulnerabilities with a layer of ice.
An indescribable sense of heaviness and heartache permeated the hearts of the young people outside the courtyard gate.
Their previous curiosity, teasing, and even envy and jealousy towards Lu Xiaobai have now turned into deep silence and understanding.
The figure of that boy, who always had a cold face and seemed detached from worldly affairs, now appeared to them as if he were carrying a heavy, suffocating white iceberg.
Inside the room, Lu Xiaobai kept his head slightly lowered, silently enduring Dean Taber's reproach filled with heartache.
Outside, there was a deathly silence and the young man speechless, still reeling from the cruel truth.
Only the rustling of the wind through the leaves seemed to tell a story of silent heaviness.