When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1016 - 360: Count Leipzig Frozen in Ice

Chapter 1016: Chapter 360: Count Leipzig Frozen in Ice

Count Leipzig finally arrived at the Spirit Summoning Tower, albeit reluctantly.

No one was there to receive him; the tight doors of the tower merely creaked open by themselves upon his arrival.

The light inside the Spirit Summoning Tower was dim, and the old wooden floorboards would creak with each step he took.

“…cough, cough…cough…”

Just by entering the Spirit Summoning Tower, Count Leipzig couldn’t stop himself from coughing.

He furrowed his brows and covered his nose with his hand.

There was an old scent pervading everywhere.

It was like the smell one encounters upon entering an old house with peeling wallpaper and spider webs everywhere, or like an ancient library that hasn’t been entered in many years… just standing next to the bookshelves, one could smell the “scent from time itself”.

If at this moment one were to pull out a book covered in dust and flip it open, they would be choked by the suddenly intense odor and unable to stop coughing.

“This damned place…”

Count Leipzig cursed uncontrollably.

Merely walking in here made him feel a chill at the top of his head. His mind was left with only a faint tension and caution, sweeping away all other stray thoughts.

It was as if he had suddenly entered a completely soundproof environment from a life already accustomed to noise. It was quiet to an uncomfortable degree.

As Count Leipzig walked past the first light in the hallway, it suddenly flared up violently. The originally orange-yellow flame turned into a sinister blue color, revealing a malevolent skull within.

“Heeheeheeheeheehee…”

The sharp laughter echoed and rose from all directions around Count Leipzig. Instantly, all the torches in the hallway surged with fire, turning into streams of ghostly blue flame.

The bone-chilling cold seeped out, causing Count Leipzig’s complexion to turn as pale as a corpse—a thin layer of frost appeared on his skin, and even his neatly combed, slick-back golden hair showed signs of frost.

At that moment, Count Leipzig suddenly heard a dripping sound.

He turned back, only to find a faucet turning on its own. A liquid like fresh blood started flowing slowly, forming one messy, handwritten inscription on the floor after another:

——Get out!

——I’ll kill you!

——Turn back!

——Don’t go!

——You are not welcome!

…

“——Hmph.”

Count Leipzig snorted coldly, a deep red twinkling faintly in the depths of his pupils. The surge of Blood Qi from the Son of the Moon restored the rosy color to his complexion, and the frost marks melted away.

“I want to see the Black Chancellor.”

He said thus to the darkness deep within the corridor: “I come representing the will of Franz Penbonazzi.”

As if to oppose him, the Spirit Summoning Tower instantly went mad—the sharp laughter surged dramatically, becoming layered, piercing screams that gave one headaches and nausea. The torches on both sides of the hallway kept lighting and extinguishing as the door at the end of the hallway burst open and then slammed shut violently.

A translucent Spiritual Body suddenly drilled out of a wall—it was a little boy who looked to be about eleven or twelve, with a vicious expression on his face as he floated over. As he neared Count Leipzig, he turned into a translucent skull, exhaling a breath of icy chill toward him.

And at that moment, Count Leipzig suddenly reached out and grasped the face of the undead.

With his right hand, he exerted strength, and despite being incorporeal, the sound of creaking bones was heard. Instantly, several more undead charged at him one after another from the walls, and Count Leipzig, still gripping hard with his right hand, waved his left hand in the air, trying to scatter them.

Finally, as a pair of hands drilled out from the floor and grasped his legs, Count Leipzig could no longer endure—

Deep red halos of light ignited once more at the bottom of his eyes, and a burst of blood-red flames erupted from the palm of his right hand, holding the ghost’s head, and spread through his body!

As the flames that were about to ignite the surrounding spirits seemed imminent… at that moment, the fire in his hand unexpectedly reversed like time flowing backward, turning from the end to the start into a cold blue ghostly flame.

As the ghostly flame nearly spread to his own skin, Count Leipzig abruptly withdrew the fire.

At that moment, Count Leipzig noticed… that in front of the tightly closed hallway door, there now stood an old man in a black robe without anyone knowing when he had arrived.

His hair was balding, with only a few strands of pure white hair left by his ears and the back of his head. But he had a pure white beard that connected with the hair on his head.

He wore small round-framed glasses with thin edges, had a stern face, and didn’t seem very pleased. He appeared as frail as a shadow, reminiscent of trees covered in snow during winter.

The old man slightly pointed the Bone Staff in his hand at Count Leipzig—it was clear that the Blood Fire that Count Leipzig had summoned earlier had been suppressed and colored by him.

Count Leipzig certainly recognized him. He was the actual person in charge of the Spirit Summoning Tower, whose status was no lower than his own.

And for that reason, Count Leipzig nodded slightly at him, touching his chest with the right hand as a sign of greeting.

“His Excellency Adolf Von Menzel.”

Count Leipzig lifted his head elegantly, revealing a friendly smile: “I come with good intentions and greetings from my lord, my respected father, my blood of blood, Mr. Franz Penbonazzi.”

“Speak quickly.”

Adolf said coldly.

Count Leipzig spoke in a friendly and passionate manner, “I would like to inquire, where is Miss Aleister Crowley? She may also go by the name Lady Bayard… In fact, she is a longtime friend of His Excellency the Red Chancellor. My master wishes for me to invite her back for a reunion…”

“I have never heard of any Miss Aleister.”

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Adolf’s tone was still cold: “Please leave.”

However, Count Leipzig just smiled, “You must be jesting… My people have seen Miss Aleister enter the Spirit Summoning Tower. I bear her no ill will, on the contrary, I come with the utmost respect. Regardless of whether she is willing to accept my master’s invitation, I must at least see her… If I can get a response from her in person, I will be able to report back, won’t I?”

“Oh,” Dean Adolf nodded, “There is indeed such a person.”

“Then…”

“But she has already left.”

Adolf said sincerely, “She is not in the Spirit Summoning Tower at the moment, please leave.”

Count Leipzig was beginning to lose his patience—the reaction from Adolf told him the intelligence he had was correct; Miss Aleister was indeed in the Spirit Summoning Tower, and the Tower did not want him to see her.

Was it Miss Aleister’s own wish? Or was this a move by the Spirit Summoning Tower? Or could it be… a private conflict between the First Black Chancellor and the First Red Prime Minister?

Count Leipzig’s brow furrowed, deep in thought.

He decided to be a bit more forceful.

“—Your Excellency the Vice Principal, this matter is of great importance, I am not joking. Mr. Penbonazzi has come directly from Lionheart City to Leipzig for her sake at this critical time and has been searching for her here for three whole days. I have known that gentleman for nearly a hundred years and have never seen him take anything so seriously.”

First, Count Leipzig stressed the importance of the matter, then he said solemnly, “Miss Aleister should be my master’s past lover. This is a private matter, and neither you nor I have the right to intervene.”

“…Hmm?”

Adolf furrowed his brow.

He thought about Miss Aleister’s figure and the look he gave to Count Leipzig became unfriendly.

The old man said leisurely, “So this means, you must see Miss Aleister, right?”

“This is a very important mission entrusted to me by my master,” Count Leipzig emphasized, “I don’t wish for things to become too awkward—I believe my master is also on his way here. If I fail to complete this mission, then I will have no face to leave the Spirit Summoning Tower. By that time, it would be unpleasant for all of us. Now that my master is the new king’s guardian, this is no longer just a request made by me as the lord of Leipzig City, but a demand made in the name of Valentin VIII—”

Implying that he will throw a tantrum and not leave, is it?

Adolf chuckled, not in the least bit afraid.

“In that case,” the old man said leisurely, “why not just stay… since you can’t leave anyway.”

He caressed his magic wand, intoning a low and ancient chant.

Count Leipzig’s body gradually stiffened, along with his thought processes.

In panic, he looked down to see his own body beginning to solidify.

He hadn’t anticipated at all that, after informing Adolf about Penbonazzi’s imminent arrival, Adolf would dare to make a move against him!

“You… this—”

His voice became stilted. Due to the elongation of his thinking time, his bodily movements also became interrupted—it is a continuous process to control one’s body. If that continuity is disrupted, it wouldn’t turn one’s movements into a robotic dance… but would make it difficult to move, causing convulsions in place.

“…[Stop… Stop], [Cast… Spell]! [Silence]…”

Count Leipzig tried to utter Word Spirits, but the shattered speech failed to summon even a hint of Authority Force.

“I’m not threatening you.”

Old Adolf spoke indifferently, “You just can’t leave… with all the heavy snow outside.”

Nonsense…

There’s no snow outside…

Count Leipzig opened his eyes, his mouth silently writhing. His skin could be visibly seen turning chilled, and the cold suppressed his Blood Qi to the point where it could no longer be mobilized… Even though he was a high-ranking Son of the Moon, at this moment he appeared like an impotent Mortal.

However, Old Adolf finally revealed a rare smile.

“If you don’t believe it, just take a look outside. Your neck should still be able to turn,” he said, directing his magic wand toward the wall beside Count Leipzig.

The brick wall automatically swirled open to both sides, revealing a window.

In an instant, endless white surged in from the window, quickly engulfing the immobile Count Leipzig and turned him into a cold snow sculpture!

“Have you ever considered…”

As Count Leipzig’s thoughts gradually came to a halt and his skin began to freeze, he heard the old man’s chill voice: “Behind you stands Banquet Celestial, but behind us stands Winter Celestial.

“Compared to how close Winter Celestial is to us… you might want to guess, how much is Banquet Celestial willing to pay for you?”

The next moment, Count Leipzig, with eyes wide open, finally turned into an ice sculpture amidst the vast snowstorm.