Cursed Immortality

Jeremiah or Autarch, using the identity of the Senior Grandmaster Alchemist, directly leads Jacob to the highest floor where only the Great Elder Alchemist Karim and his 12 direct disciples live.

Even for Jeremiah, to directly enter this floor was a blunt disrespect. So, the moment they appeared, a wizened elf appeared who was also in charge of this floor and one of Karim's attendants.

The elf was surprised for a moment before his eyes went cold, "What are you doing here? Do you have an appointment? Don't you know this is a restricted area, and you can't enter without permission?"

Even though Jeremiah was a senior grandmaster, he was still one of the hundreds, and characters like Karim's disciples naturally wouldn't know such a character. They even looked down on these old alchemists who had already exhausted their potential and were leeching off the guild now.

They didn't have the qualification to meet with Karim's attendants, who were at least elder-rank alchemists, much less his direct disciples.

Jacob remained stoic and secretly commanded Autarch.

"You idiot, come here." Jeremiah's face fell as he quickly dragged the elf to the side without even giving him a chance to react.

Jeremiah's boldness gobsmacked the elf, and in his dazed, he couldn't react despite being more powerful than Jeremiah by many tiers. He reacted only when they were in a corner, "YOU… you dare!" His face ignited with anger.

"Shut up, you fool, and listen, that guy there is holding an ancient potion recipe. If you let it slide, the Lord will definitely blame you if he finds out. You should know better than anyone how the Lord likes to collect ancient recipes, and that guy definitely had a very high-level one.

"Now, stop being a fool and report it to the lord; I'm sure you'll be rewarded instead of punished!" Jeremiah angrily whispered as if he was very disappointed in the elf.

The old elf was again dumbfounded because of Jeremiah's blunt disdain, and the way he was talking to him was like a superior talking to his worker. But because of this exact tone, the elf believed him as he knew no one would dare to talk to him this way if there wasn't something very high at stake.

The old elf forgot about Jeremiah's disrespect momentarily before his eyes shone. He knew better than anyone that Karim was a collector of potion recipes, especially those ancient ones that had vanished from the unique plains in the river of time.

He then quickly glanced at the giant before he looked at Jeremiah. He coughed coldly, "Even though you have a valid reason to come here, still, you should've at least alerted me first. Hmph, I won't stoop to your level, and forgive you for your transgression for the first and last time. But if you're spouting nonsense, then you can only blame yourself for being ignorant and for the miserable fate that awaits you afterward! Follow me!"

Although he was angry, he didn't dare to take the chance of angering Karim, or his cozy post would be taken right away once this matter reached Karim's ears. In fact, he might get rewarded if there was really such a recipe involved.

As for Jeremiah, he would deal with him after handling this matter since he can't leave.

Jacob followed behind the old elf and Jeremiah as he led him toward an open hall with multiple rooms on both sides and one room at the center.

The elf directly approached the center room and placed his finger on a rune symbol engraved beside the door. He respectfully said, "My Lord, someone is calming to have an ancient recipe on him and wanting to see you." He put down his finger and waited with an uneasy gaze.

After a little while, a raspy voice rang, "Sent the guest in you may leave."

The door slides open, revealing a vast space and thick magic energy mixed with the potent scent of herbs released in the air.

"Please." He gestured towards Jacob.

"He's coming with me; don't worry, I'll explain it to Lord Karim." Jacob impassively stated before he entered, and Jeremiah followed behind.

'This bastard clearly made a deal and wanted to steal all the credit!' The elf gritted his teeth, seeing Jeremiah's emotionless expression as if he was taunting him, and he vowed to find him after this was over.

Jacob was astounded when he entered because a small herb garden on the west side of the room was covered in a translucent array barrier. On the other side were a meditation mat and bed with various notes scattered around. But the most eye-catching thing in the center was a fifty-meter-tall, six-legged crimson cauldron with a vivid engraving of a golden wyvern on its surface.

Standing beside this cauldron was a tall, slender, handsome man with gray skin and long black hair, but the most eye-

catching feature about this man was the vertical eye on his forehead. That eye was completely gray, and there was no eyelid; he was none other than Karim.

Jacob's eyes winded slightly when he saw the vertical eye of Karim, and he instantly remembered an image he had seen in one of the books in the Witch Palace Library, 'This guy belonged to the Witch Race!'

The Witch Race's most extinguished feature was their third vertical eye on their foreheads, and they called it the Spiritual Eye.

It was the symbol of the witch race, and this eye wasn't just for show as it could see through many illusions and even increased the comprehensible ability of a witch; that's why the witch races were all highly talented in alchemy and magic.

Not only that but with this eye, the witches can use mysterious optical abilities of their heritage and bloodline without getting noticed by others.

Furthermore, because of this exact ability, the Witch Race, despite their small number, was one of three leader races of the Life Faction, and the Guild President was also a Witch.

Moreover, the witch race's production ability was very low, so each of their descendants was protected by their full capacity. If someone dared to kill a member of the witch race, then they couldn't escape their impending death no matter how careful they were. So, no one dared to mess with them.

As someone who had inherited the legacy of a witch, Jacob is naturally familiar with the witches and their abilities as the Witch Queen Margret left behind a special manual about how to kill a witch for her successor. She hated her own race to the core!

Jacob never had expected that he would bump into a member of the Witch Race right off the bat. Now, it was somewhat difficult to realize his plan because according to Margret's witch-killing manual, if someone killed a witch, they would be instantly affected by a special curse planted in the children of the witch race on their birth, a tracking curse!