Chapter 61: High-Level Spell

"Oh, my dear old Cohen, it's been five years since we last met, hasn't it!"

As soon as he stepped through the gate, Gune heard an extremely elegant voice gently drifting over.

The tone was filled with an indescribable melodious charm.

In an instant, a figure flickered and appeared before Gune and the others.

"Such fast speed," Gune thought with a start.

"My dynamic vision is very strong, yet even so I could barely catch the afterimage of his movement."

"Vampires are naturally fast, and being supernatural beings themselves, this speed is truly impressive."

What came into view was a man in his early thirties, dressed in a white noble's formal suit.

Set off by the white suit, his face appeared even paler.

Needless to say, this was the vampire "Count Nightfeast."

With a smile, Count Nightfeast revealed his sharp fangs.

"It has been some time since we last met. I heard you killed quite a few alien races deep in the Otto Mountains recently," Old Cohen said with a light laugh.

"Just some low-level supernaturals with no sense. The few high-level ones all got away—a real pity," Count Nightfeast said casually.

"Being able to easily kill high-level supernaturals—it seems Count Nightfeast is indeed quite powerful."

The higher the level of a supernatural, the more formidable their skills and strength; unless there is a significant gap, they are relatively hard to kill.

"And this..."

Count Nightfeast looked at Gune.

"If I'm not mistaken,"

"this must be the high-level alchemist who has caused quite a stir in the Supernatural Association recently—Mr. Gune Lawrence!"

"Greetings, Count Nightfeast." Gune bowed slightly.

"No need to be so formal." Count Nightfeast smiled lightly.

"You may not know, sir, how renowned your name has become among the upper echelons lately."

These words stirred a slight ripple in Gune's heart.

The more people who knew of his identity as a high-level alchemist, the more the danger he faced would increase correspondingly.

"Good afternoon, Sir Alex."

"Good afternoon, Count Nightfeast."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, everyone sat down on the sofas.

The flames in the fireplace blazed fiercely, gradually driving away the chill.

To the side, a maid began brewing coffee.

After a moment, the rich aroma of coffee spread through the room.

Gune knew both the benefits and drawbacks of coffee.

Before becoming a supernatural, Gune rarely drank it.

But after becoming a supernatural and understanding his own powerful supernatural traits and physiological functions,

Gune no longer refused a beverage like coffee.

With one sip, the rich, sweet, and mellow sensation blooming between his breath and mouth made Gune relax all over.

Having a cup before and after work was indeed a pleasant and enjoyable thing.

"Mr. Gune."

Setting down his coffee cup, Count Nightfeast spoke softly.

"The purpose of this visit is clear to both of us."

"I have prepared quite a few powerful unconventional spell tomes. For this unconventional spell, do you have any particular needs yourself?"

Gune indeed had many ideas about the spells he needed.

A powerful spellcaster required no small number of spells.

After a brief pause, Gune spoke softly.

"Do you have any locking and tracking type spell tomes?"

"Yes." Count Nightfeast nodded slightly.

"Then do you have any highly concealable compound spells?"

"Yes." Count Nightfeast replied just as succinctly.

"Count Nightfeast's resources are indeed abundant," Gune thought to himself.

"He even has these two such rare and uncommon spells."

Locking and tracking spells were unconventional and quite rare.

This type of spell could directly lock onto an enemy, and then any spell the caster released would be guided to a certain extent by the tracking spell, flying toward the enemy.

Simply put, it turned the enemy into a magnet, with spells tracking them directly.

Even if the enemy fled, the spell could still curve through the air and bomb them.

It sounded quite impressive.

In reality, the tracking effect of such spells was more or less unsatisfactory.

After detailed research on various spells, Gune understood some of the underlying issues.

First, tracking spells themselves were relatively difficult to master.

Second, at the entry level or even first level, the effect of tracking spells was mediocre, with average tracking performance.

Third, tracking spells were auxiliary spells; compared to attack spells, their training cost-effectiveness was extremely low—high investment, low return.

In summary, no one would be foolish enough to train such spells.

But for Gune,

none of these three points were a problem.

Once trained to a high level, tracking spells were still quite formidable.

First, after locking on with a tracking spell, the tracking force would greatly increase the caster's casting range.

Second, tracking spells allowed unconventional ballistic spells to bypass obstacles and bomb targets.

Finally, after locking on with a tracking spell, even if the caster lost line of sight or perception, the spell could still track on its own.

With a sufficiently powerful tracking spell,

Gune could easily bomb enemies in complex combat terrain.

A powerful tracking spell would greatly enhance Gune's combat capability in complex terrain and battle situations.

That was why Gune requested a powerful tracking spell.

As for the "highly concealable compound spell," it was more to enhance Gune's soft power.

"A locking tracking spell and a concealable compound spell?"

Count Nightfeast looked at Gune, confirming again.

"Yes."

Gune nodded.

He had made the decision on these two spells after careful consideration.

In terms of attack, Gune's three spells were powerful enough to handle the current situation.

More importantly, even if he obtained those powerful mid- and high-level spells, he couldn't cast them instantly.

He could prepare mid- and high-level spells when he advanced to the second or third tier.

As for those powerful shadow users who posed a threat to him, Gune needed to learn the tracking spell as soon as possible to counter them.

Then, Count Nightfeast produced two supernatural items.

One was a stone slab about the size of a brick.

The other was a black scroll tied with silk thread, made of unknown material.

Gune didn't stand on ceremony and began to accept them through medium contact.

After a moment, both scrolls had been fully absorbed by Gune.

"Both spells are high-level spells."

Feeling these two powerful high-level spells, Gune was very satisfied.

These two spells would serve him for a very long time.

As Gune was experiencing these two powerful spells,

Count Nightfeast spoke again.

"Sir Alex, let's discuss those matters in my study."

"No problem." Alex stood up and nodded.

"Excuse me." Count Nightfeast looked at Gune and Old Cohen.

Gune was not at all surprised by this.

Alex was no ordinary person, and coming here together today must mean he had business.

Without paying much attention to Alex's affairs,

Gune focused his mind on the two high-level spells he had just absorbed through medium contact.