After returning from Allund, Heath began to solve the spiritual imprint on the Necromancer's Staff.

At this moment, in Heath's hut.

The doors and windows of the hut were tightly shut. On the floor of the hut, a hexagram magic array was stacked with animal blood, bones, animal organs, Soul Gem, white candles, and other tools.

In the middle of the magic array, there was a long white bone staff. It looked gloomy in the dark environment.

In front of the magic array, Heath was holding a bowl of beast blood. He was kneeling in front of the magic array and drawing all kinds of runes on the magic array.

In order to prevent the Wizard tool from being stolen, Wizards would leave a spiritual imprint on the Wizard tool. If the Wizard tool was compared to a car, the spiritual imprint was equivalent to a car key.

Now, Heath wanted to break the lock of the car through external forces and reassemble a set of keys to take it for himself.

This was an easy thing to say but difficult to do.

To say it was easy was because if one was strong enough, they could be erased by the strength of their spiritual power in an instant.

But if one was not strong enough, it would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Heath was in the latter situation, so he had no choice but to use this method, which was to use the power of magic arrays, magic stones, and other materials to remove the spiritual imprint on it.

It was worth mentioning that although this method seemed easy, it was in fact much more difficult than using strength to forcefully remove the spiritual imprint.

The knowledge and runes involved were not something that even official Wizards could understand.

Very quickly, the magic array was completed.

"Phew! It's finally over!"

Heath let out a long sigh and stood up. After a short rest, he began to cast the spell.

He raised his right palm and curled his fingers into a claw. At the same time, he softly chanted a syllable. With a 'bang', a ball of faint blue flames ignited in his palm.

He raised his palm and stretched it forward. His palm was slightly tilted to the side, and the flame in his palm fell toward the magic array on the ground like water.

It was like a spark falling into an oil barrel.

The moment the flame fell to the ground, it immediately spread out in all directions along the magic rings drawn by the beast blood. For a moment, a loud bang was heard. The white candles were all lit up, and the entire magic array began to burn.

The burning flame actually curved in a strange arc, heading towards the center of the magic array.

There, the long Necromancer's Staff was particularly eerie.

At this point.

Heath began to chant an obscure incantation. "Soul, destruction, death, darkness... Cut off the threads of the mind... Open the shackles of the soul..."

As the incantation was chanted, the flames on the ground became more and more intense, and for a moment, they turned into a sea of fire.

Huff! Huff!

The sound of a strong wind suddenly rang out.

A gust of wind suddenly appeared in the magic array, sweeping up the dark blue flames that filled the sky. It swept them towards the Necromancer's Staff in the middle,

At this moment, runes lit up around the Necromancer's Staff. These were the spiritual imprints left behind by Pritte.

The flames immediately surged towards the runes and burned them.

"Ah!" Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream came from the skull.

It was as if it had suffered some kind of great damage.

At the same time, Heath's spiritual power also suffered a shock. He knew that it was the self-protection mechanism of the spiritual imprints when they were invaded. It was specially used to prevent others from removing the spiritual imprints.

At this time, the use of the Soul Gem was displayed.

At the same time that the ear-piercing scream sounded, the Soul Gem that was placed in the magic array immediately released a faint light.

Under the illumination of this light, the screaming staff suddenly quieted down, like a naughty child who heard a lullaby and fell asleep again.

As the shrieking stopped, the pressure on Heath's spiritual power suddenly relaxed.

Using this time, he quickly stabilized his mind. As he continued to chant the incantation, he controlled the flames to burn the spiritual imprint runes on the staff bit by bit.

As the flames burned, the runes on the staff also faded bit by bit.

This continued for about half an hour, and the last rune on the surface of the Necromancer's Staff was also erased, completely becoming an ownerless object.

Bang!

With a light sound, the flames above the magic array were all extinguished.

Although his mental energy was already very tired, Heath did not delay at all. He hurriedly stretched out his mental tentacle and reached into the staff, leaving his own spiritual imprint on it.

The moment the spiritual imprint was left, he immediately felt that he had established some kind of inexplicable connection with the staff.

He gently waved his hand, and the Necromancer's Staff immediately flew towards him. It hovered a foot away from him. The empty eye sockets above the skull were looking at him, like a puppy that listened to its master's call.

Heath reached out with his right hand and grabbed the white bone staff.

It was as if he had finally driven the car that he had admired for a long time home and brought the woman of his dreams to bed.

Looking at the skull, Heath did not feel gloomy at all. Instead, the more he looked at it, the happier he was. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he felt...

...

Evening, in the canteen.

"One serving of Red Heart Fish, one serving of Purple-Skinned Cabbage, and one bowl of Old Lady's Mushroom Soup. Thank you."

Hightower had a new head chef, and the food he cooked was very suitable for Heath's taste. In addition, he had earned quite a lot of Magic Stones a few days ago, so he could not be bothered to go back and cook by himself. Every day, he would spend his dinner in the cafeteria.

After he finished preparing the food, Heath's gaze swept across the crowded cafeteria.

After the head chef changed, the number of Apprentices dining in the cafeteria suddenly increased. If they were late, it would be difficult to find an empty seat.

"This way, Brother!" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.

They saw Ender standing on the chair in front of them waving at him.

Heath walked over. The Apprentices who had taken their seats earlier immediately gave him an empty seat. Heath did not say anything. He sat down and started eating by himself.

As usual, the Apprentices were all talking about the hot topic of the day.

Jenny said excitedly, "Hey, are the rumors true? Is there really a trial?"

Ender said, "Who knows? But even that kid Murphy is saying that it should be true. That guy has no other abilities, and he has never been wrong about the news."

Jenny's expression became even more excited. "So is the official Apprentice thing real?"

Recently, there had been a lot of news about a trial in two years. Almost everywhere they went, they could hear the Apprentices talking about it.

Ender rolled his eyes. "So what if it's true?"

He mocked, "Can't you see the way the Tower does things? The official Apprentices are reserved for those Apprentices from Wizard families. No matter how good our performance is, it can't fall on us."

As he spoke, he used heath as an example. "Look at Heath. He risked his life for the Tower and made such a great contribution. In the end, they just said some big words to appease him."

"Slaves are just slaves."