Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 348: Thirty-two: The Borrowed Seed Woman

Chapter 348: Thirty-two: The Borrowed Seed Woman

“Frankly, I didn’t expect to have to come in and work overtime on the day of the Seven Notes·Syllable Festival; I must seriously consider whether the salary the Academy pays me is worth this,” Silence said.

In the Three Colleges, a silver-haired elder was guided by several young people toward the small church, his mood clearly not the best, as he stepped deeply into the snow, each footprint deeper than the others.

“Sorry, Professor Francis,” the young guide in front apologized with a full face of regret, “but the situation really is quite serious this time.”

“How serious can it be?” Francis replied gruffly, “Isn’t it just a few deaths of unidentified individuals? Let me tell you, young people, as the Festival approaches, this is normal. It happens every year. For the power of the Lord, some people will take risks, doing things that can’t be brought to light. You’re already in a panic now; when the Seven Notes·Syllable Festival ends and the preparations for the Festival officially start, won’t you feel like the sky is falling?”

Facing Francis’s sarcasm, the leading young man said with a rueful smile, “I understand what you mean, Professor, but this time the situation is truly special.”

“Heh, how special can it be?” Francis was still disdainful; then he saw the young people suddenly stop, and his brows immediately furrowed, “What? You’re not happy with what I said?”

“No, Professor,” the young man said, “We have arrived.”

Arrived?

Francis didn’t understand what was meant for a moment; he distinctly remembered that the event occurred at that small church, but this place…

He turned his head subconsciously to look, then fell into a long silence.

After a while, Francis slowly said, “This is really… unexpected.”

Before him was a large pit.

The bottom of the pit wasn’t snow or mud, but some dark substance that was unidentifiable.

Several school workers who had arrived earlier were studying the dark substances with somber expressions.

And Francis’s expression was just as grave; he knew he should no longer complain about working overtime, as this place truly needed him to handle personally. After all, an entire small church had vanished, and clearly, the situation was much more severe than he had imagined.

“Who were the victims?”

“We… cannot ascertain that yet.”

“How many people died?”

“That we… are also unclear about.” Seeing Francis’s eyes widen as if he was about to get furious, the young man immediately sought to defend himself, “There really isn’t a way because, as you can see, we can’t piece together a complete corpse at the scene… No, not even a complete corpse, we can’t piece together any bodies at all, they are all dissolved into those black substances, and what we can only determine now is that there is more than one victim.”

Francis’s eyes grew wide, almost popping out, which exerted great pressure on the young man.

Nevertheless, Francis didn’t reprimand them.

As a professor, he could naturally discern the severity of the scene and probably knew what the dark substance was.

The victims had been dissolved by a powerful Chorus Magic.

Only magic of Six Notes or higher would have such an effect.

Francis stated his conclusion.

The expressions on the young people grew more Surprised, “Magic of Six Notes or higher? Who could wield such a grand spell?”

“Rather than thinking about who could wield such grand spells, it would be better to contemplate what reasons there were for them to fight so furiously here.”

The young man was somewhat bewildered, “Is there… any difference?”

The difference was significant.

Francis didn’t explain outright to the young man, but pondered within himself.

Magic of Six Notes or higher certainly was rare among Players, but within noble families, even the slightest ones with a claim to nobility could produce one or two such spells.

But the question was, what reason could there be to attract such families to fight here?

The Festival was always restless; everyone knew this, which is why Francis was so dismissive when he first heard about the situation here—it was something he had also experienced twenty years prior.

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To secure better positions in the appropriate orchestras, to achieve better results at the Festival, students with nothing to their names, especially those from common backgrounds, would often resort to extremes.

Drugging, assassination, and the like were truly countless.

But among noble families, such occurrences were basically impossible.

The reason was simple: it wasn’t worth it.

The blessings of the Holy Sound Master were worth sacrificing everything for an individual, but to families, particularly those in power, it was indeed a treasure, but not one worth risking their lives.

Even for the most powerful Taichu families of the Holy Sound, when faced with the ambitious Lawrence Family seeking to challenge their status, they only sought to counter and suppress them, never resorting to outrageous acts like sending assassins after Phinis and Orenna.

After all, the Festival was nothing more than a show prepared for the Holy Sound Master; there was no need to fight to the death.

If the Taichu family didn’t perform well in the Festival, they were still the Taichu Family.

Should the Lawrence Family succeed, they’d become the next Taichu Family; if they failed, of course, they’d face suppression, but not to the point of ruin.