Who hid My Corpse!

The Eastern Bishop immediately raised an eyebrow, "So what you're telling me is that there are more than one arrogant assholes like the one-eyed giant in this world?"

"Honestly, Lango, you're going a bit too far." The North Bishop said calmly, "You can now say in hindsight that Corey was arrogant and conceited, and there's nothing wrong with that. But that eye of his was certainly not easy to take. Otherwise, would those guys from Esoteric Buddhism, who collect Corpse Blocks so fervently, just stand by and watch? For many years, no one has even tried to challenge him."

"So he died in one battle?"

North Bishop: "..."

"Stop the nonsense." Lango said indifferently, "Fig's line of thought is correct. Those Corpse Blocks that have been missing for years, which we can't find—there's no way he could find them. So targeting those openly known Corpse Blocks, that's the most likely thing he would do."

As the words finished, the priests passed up documents for the third time.

This time, it was a map, marked with several locations, obviously what the North Bishop referred to as the "openly known Corpse Blocks."

After glancing at it, the Eastern Bishop pointed at the white spot at the top of the map, "Judging from the map, the piece from Holy Sound is closest to him, so does that mean he'll go straight for the Holy Sound?"

Lango looked at it as well and then slowly shook his head, "No... that can be ruled out, Holy Sound is impossible."

The Eastern Bishop didn't understand, "Why's that?"

"The piece from Holy Sound, even though it's out in the open, is the shiniest of them all. But everyone knows it's also impossible to obtain," the North Bishop explained. "It's not on any one person. To get it, one needs to fulfill a near-impossible precondition, which is..."

"Playing the Seven Notes·Divine Song." Lango spoke lightly, "Yet even Holy Sound, who has been cultivating it for years, hasn't been able to play it for a thousand years."

Speaking of that, Lango raised a finger, magic power swirling at the tip.

The mark on the map representing Holy Sound quickly dissipated into the pure white that symbolized the snowstorm.

...

The convoy stopped in front of the snowy ancient building.

"Teacher, I'll be going first."

"Mm, get some rest early."

Hewinia got out of the car. She hadn't walked far when she heard Dosi shouting behind her, "Ah, finally back! The academy is still so cold. Junior sister, how about going for something to warm us up?"

Before Hewinia had the chance to respond, she saw two school workers with magic wands running out of the academy.

The flickering light at the top of their wands indicated they had just been casting spells.

"Dosi, Hewinia, you're back."

The workers greeted them warmly, clearly familiar with both.

But Dosi could clearly feel that they were more affectionate towards Hewinia than him, which made him slightly annoyed, though he didn't show it and just shrugged, "Yeah, it's been a tiring journey. I was thinking of inviting junior sister for a drink, want to join us?"

"Ah, forget it, senior brother." Hewinia made a suffering face, looking pitiable, "I've been sitting in that car for so long, my butt has almost lost all sensation, better let me lay down for a while."

To show she was serious, Hewinia even wiggled her body a bit.

That made the three men present unavoidably glance down a bit, but they quickly looked away again.

"Then it can't be helped." Dosi spread his hands, "I can't possibly go against junior sister's butt, haha."

The two workers didn't dare joke like Dosi did, but just cheerfully told Hewinia, "Better go back to rest early, to avoid any mishaps."

"Mishaps?"

"Yeah." The worker shook the magic wand in his hand, "Otherwise, what do you think we are doing? A girl named Pella has gone missing."

Dosi was somewhat surprised, "Gone missing?"

"Pella?" Hewinia tilted her head, pretending to recall, "Is it that Silver Rank Third Notes senior sister?"

"Yes, but don't worry, it's not a big deal." The worker shrugged, "Nine times out of ten, she's fainted in some snow pit somewhere. This sort of thing happens every year, especially those coming from the Seed District, you know. Dosi, those folks are at a loss with everything around here, they've barely seen snow, and every now and then an accident happens, either they get lost or faint somewhere, and then we have to go looking for them all over the place."

"Indeed." Hearing it was someone from the Seed District, Dosi immediately lost interest, "It really is a bother for you guys to be searching."

"Yes," the janitor glanced at the dimming sky and sighed, "I hope she can be found soon. If she spends a night out in the cold, it could be troublesome."

After some more idle chatter, the group parted ways.

Hewinia, carrying her luggage, returned to the female dormitory.

Even though it was nearly nightfall, the lobby on the first floor was still bustling with people; they sat in groups of twos and threes—some discussing something animatedly, some reading books, and some lightly touching their throats with magic wands, with silver and copper notes gently twinkling on their necks.

Muted melodies echoed through the lobby.

Upon seeing Hewinia, they all stopped what they were doing, some greeting her, others just nodding.

Usually, Hewinia would have responded to each one, but now she wasn't in the mood. Maintaining a polite smile in response to most of them, she returned to her room.

As a Golden Rank, she had a single room.

The window of the room was still open, so the entire space was filled with cool air.

But when Hewinia touched the fireplace in the center of the room with her magic wand and flames leapt up, everything changed. The wind that blew in from outside, once chilling to the bone, now turned pleasantly warm, inducing drowsiness.

Hewinia took off her oversized mage hat and clothes, which made her cute, somewhat naive demeanor suddenly appear much more mature.

She stripped down to a light garment and sat in front of the vanity next to the window, staring intently at herself in the mirror.

Underneath that fatigued expression was deeply hidden aggressiveness.

Slowly she opened her mouth, "You... you've woken up, haven't you?"

No one answered.

Everything seemed like an illusion.

Her left middle finger showed no sign of anomaly and was even more slender and beautiful than the other four fingers.

Receiving no answer meant it was still asleep?

Hewinia didn't know whether she should be relieved or not. She had been on edge lately, fearful that the instructor sharing her train compartment would detect something amiss.

And now, at last, she could rest.

Thus, she unbuttoned the last of her light garment.

Just as she had half-removed the light garment, a prolonged male voice echoed in her mind, "Indeed."

Her body stiffened.

The wind from the window picked up, blowing off her entire piece of clothing.

Thus, her entire back was exposed.

In the flickering firelight, the golden Seventh Note shone as if a living elf, appearing as though it was dancing.

But it couldn't dance, for it was tightly bound by five golden thin lines.

It looked like a spiderweb,

Or like...

"You are not a note but a score," said Bai Wei with a light laugh. "The Golden Score that has not been seen in a thousand years."

Hewinia lowered her head, noticing her left ring finger standing upright, while her index finger and ring finger were also abnormally bent downward.

It made him look like a person nonchalantly crossing his arms.

Or like a god demanding his followers bow down.

"Now, we can have a proper talk."