Mysterious Guidance

With the strand of hair, Eleazar returned to his chambers.

Well, the plan had gone well, the glitter hadn't suddenly failed, and he hadn't had to escape the planet in a rocket.

"It's true that it's better to stay in your own place."

Eleazar gave an emotional sigh.

As exciting as that place is, it can end badly if you are unfortunate enough to be caught in the act.

After all, there were other Transcendents hidden in that building.

Of the thirteen Transcendents he saw in that perspective atmosphere during the magic potion promotion, he clearly remembered that more than half of them were girls, so if he accidentally got into a fight with one of them, it would be a lot of fun.

Celebrating his luck as usual, Eleazar pulls out the Transcendental Materials chest.

A trip back to the lab to replenish it, this time bringing out even more tedious material.

Inside were not only the materials for the third magic potion, but also some ritual materials that might be used on a daily basis.

Just happened to use it today.

... If someone were to ask him what to do to find a missing acquaintance, Eleazar would probably recommend the two most common packages.

Guideposts and stand-in figures.

Both are relatively simple occult props, and can be accomplished by knowing the other person's real name, and a small amount of hairy fingernails or something like that.

To be on the safe side, Eleazar decided to use both methods.

First up was the stand-in doll, something that had many uses and could even deflect some lethal curses if its effectiveness was maximized, but today it was only used to find someone, so it was just a matter of getting it very simple.

Turning off the room lights, he took out three honey candles and arranged them in a triangle, then lit them with his spirituality, then dripped the purple rose essential oil, which represented [Confinement], into the candle flames respectively, and in a wave of eerily rising smoke, a simple sealing spell formation was formed.

The primary function of this spell is to seal the activity of certain transcendent things.

Eleazar picks up another jar made of solid gold, carefully unscrews it, quickly scoops a large spoonful of squirming mud from it, drops it in the spell with a 'pop', and quickly screws the gold jar back on tightly.

The teeth and claws of the Silt Monster's doppelganger fell into the sealing spell formation and instantly solidified all its movements, as if it had died.

Eleazar wondered how many people would have slipped by the sludge monster due to sloppiness, and in his case anyway, the little thing was definitely not going to make much of a dent.

The witch's hair was brought in again, and the two things were mixed together, and a crooked human form was pinched.

"Well, the hitch is big."

In the candlelight formation, a strangely ugly stand-in mannequin was slowly drying and solidifying.

It doesn't matter if it's good or not, it just works anyway.

This transcendental material that retains its activity will be instinctively sought out by the original body, in the same way that a silt monster doppelganger that was originally separated from its original body will try to return to it by any means necessary, and now its original intent has been misdirected in other directions.

This item would have to wait a little while, and he got up and started making another item.

Guidepost as a juggling level occult props, the role is not limited to find people, find the way, and even a slight prophecy role, simple to manufacture, easy to use, wide range of uses, can be called a classic in the occult.

It is also very easy to manufacture, even the material can be used with ordinary wood.

Too lazy to go downstairs and pick up branches, Eleazar looked around the room and disassembled a bedpan that no one slept on anyway, sharpening out three sticks and making a small hole at the top.

Setting the remaining strands of the witch's hair on fire and mixing it with the alchemical powder, Eleazar infused it with spirituality as he murmured the witch's name.

If, that is, the guy wasn't lying.

If 'Evelea' was a pseudonym, even he didn't know where he would end up being directed.

Complete the activation ritual and finally pour the ashes into each of the stick's wooden holes.

The guideposts were already made, and the stand-in dolls were almost ready on their side, so the names were inscribed as well, and the same ritual activation was performed.

Everything is ready to go out.

Having just picked up his umbrella, Eleazar stopped moving.

"By the way, why didn't I think of that?"

Tossing the umbrella aside, he rummaged through his luggage for his raincoat, which he hadn't used in a long time.

Maybe I haven't grown in size in a long time, and the raincoat I bought two years ago actually still fits.

With a bunch of stuff, Eleazar walks down the stairs.

The water outside is getting deeper and deeper, the disaster is getting progressively worse, and it looks like it won't be long before the church zooms in.

Eleazar glanced silently at the sky.

"Let me see what you're up to!"

With that, he stepped gently onto the water, frost condensing on the soles of his feet under the cover of his raincoat, stepping out onto the frosty path he had thought of a few days before.

When the pace was over, the water was back as it was, so that no one could see anything unusual.

The students around him didn't notice and thought he was wearing rubber bucket boots.

Arriving at the school's entrance, Eleazar looks around, pulls a guidepost out of his pocket, holds it upright on the ground, and lets go.

"Pop!"

The wooden staff seemed to fall to the south without any regularity.

Once or twice is normal, but the fact that the next five or six consecutive attempts yielded this result proved everything.

It was such a simple thing that he certainly succeeded in making it without any surprises.

If there ends up being a problem, it certainly won't be due to him here.

Following a mysterious guide, Eleazar sets out to find a missing witch in the city.

Until the medium runs out and the first guide staff spontaneously combusts on the spot.

Eleazar looked around.

The curtain of rain around him was so heavy that it cleverly helped to hide this mysterious phenomenon from him.

Letting go, Eleazar pulled out a second wand and continued to seek guidance from his destiny.

Through the intricate streets, the buildings around him grew lower and lower, and soon he was out of the city.

And the third guiding staff, too, collapsed and burned out in the muddy watery ground.

Eleazar looks around and finally pulls out the clay figure.

As the spirit injection activated, its limbs, which were completely solidified and had no moving joints at all, strangely moved.

The mannequin lay on its back in its palm and struggled to crawl north and south.

Eleazar slowly closed his palms together.

The outside of the city has been the scene of a disaster compared to the inside of the city where the drainage channel system is well established.

Outside, the farms were wailing, the fields all flooded, the farmhouses all washed away by the waters, empty inside, with no idea where they had gone.

"No wonder we're all eating canned food these days."

Eleazar walks on the water with an expressionless face.

There are basically no roads left outside the city, and all the low-lying areas are under heavy water.

If he hadn't been able to condense a frost path, he might have had to swim across. But using the ability in the wilderness was too conspicuous, and even with the cover of the rain curtain, it was easy for Transcendent Vision to notice.

Walking up a knoll along the edge of the water bank, Eleazar gazed silently in a north-south direction.