A few days later, a secret message spread from Mobei to the wasteland.
A strange ship traveling on land.
Two men standing on the wind.
"Kedis has planted the mark and can notify the people inside." One of them said calmly.
"This was a temporary change and things were done in a hurry. Caddis has not come back yet... Will there be a problem with the imprint?" Another person frowned.
The first person shook his head, "The blood on the new buds of the Lost Soul Flower is fresh. Caddis may have been injured in the battle. Maybe he was seriously injured and could not come back. However, even if he died outside, It doesn’t matter. As long as the job is done, he’s useless.”
"What if he is caught by the people from the Wizard Tower? Will our plan be leaked?"
"Don't worry. Before Caddis was sent out, his mentor had already left the mark of the Lost Soul Flower on his spiritual body. Even if someone tortures him, he will not remember anything about the Lost Soul Flower."
"Fortunately, Lost Soul Flower's ability is still believable. It turns out that you were ready to give up on him before. Don't you feel bad about losing a third-level apprentice for nothing?"
The first man turned to look at the second man.
He has a short beard on his face, but if anyone looks closely, they will find that the beard has been twisting slightly.
The second person looked down at him.
"Are you testing my determination?" He grabbed the second man's head and forced him to fall towards him. "I, Wilde, will definitely keep my word. Now that the agreement has been signed, even if the entire land fleet is Even if I get stuck in the boat, I won’t regret it.”
Wilde, the captain of the land boat, is also the only second-level official wizard in this organization.
Because of Wilde's actions, the two people's faces were very close.
This should have been a distance close enough to make the man feel ambiguous, but the next second, the beard on Wilde's face suddenly twisted and lengthened, deeply piercing the other person's flesh.
Drops of blood condensed and slipped from the latter's face and neck, falling "tick-tock-tock" on the rough wooden deck of the land speeder.
Then it seeped in along the cracks.
The second man's whole body was trembling. He wanted to speak, but his lips were already sewn shut by Wilde's beard. When he tried to open them, he could only reveal a mouth full of black silk.
The man stared with blood-red eyes and looked up desperately, hoping that Wilde could see his intention to beg for mercy.
Wilde did not look back at the man whose face was already covered in blood. He looked straight ahead, looking at the morning sun at the end of the desert.
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It was like the setting sun in his eyes.
It wasn't until the struggling movements of the man in his arms began to weaken that Wilde let him go.
"You remember, when things are done, I will marry Kira and become the new king of Kema. No matter what happens in Kema from now on, you are not allowed to interfere."
The man who was released fell to his knees and touched his face with trembling hands, like touching a piece of rough sandpaper. The pain began to rise after the beard receded, causing the man's words to become choppy.
"Yes, yes, everything, everything is in accordance with the tripartite agreement."
Wilde nodded, "That's good."
"Well, I'll go back first. I want to pass this news back as soon as possible."
"get out."
After the second man pissed himself off the boat, Wilde was still looking in the direction of the rising sun.
"Is that Thor really that important? I heard that Gorsa, who rarely left the Wizard Tower, made a special trip to pick him up." Another person walked onto the deck.
Wilde did not look back, "So we were very interested in that kid. However, we sent people to contact him several times and failed. Golza seemed to be intentionally protecting him."
The newcomer rubbed his fingers, "I have a desire to destroy the people Golza likes."
Wilde said calmly: "Aruba, you'd better not act without authorization. If you ruin the plan, I won't be the most angry person."
The second prince of the Principality of Kenas is currently their most promising person to be promoted to the second level of official wizard.
It's a pity that the promotion unexpectedly failed a while ago and he was injured instead. However, he also used the excuse of seclusion to recuperate and secretly came to the land to go boating alone.
After all, there are some methods of healing that cannot be used openly in this country.
"I know, I don't want to bear the long-suppressed anger of those people for Golsa. Haha, but I just want to know, if one day, Golsa finds that the apprentice he focused on training has become the guillotine of the guillotine, no Do you know he will still be able to laugh when the time comes?"
"Golsa's real purpose when he went out was not to pick up an apprentice~"
Suddenly, a laughing voice interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Who?" Aruba's expression changed and he looked in the direction of the source of the sound.
But Wilde still stared at the rising sun with a dull expression.
At this time, a handsome man with silver hair and a flirtatious expression slowly walked out of the glaring sun.
He was holding a harp casually in his hand, looking as if it might slip from his fingertips at any moment.
Wilde's eyes happened to be fixed in the direction where Kismet appeared, as if he was not looking at the rising sun just now, but at the silver-haired man standing in the sun's halo.
"Who are you?" Aruba had never met Kismet, but he knew from Wilde's calm look that the two knew each other.
"Just an insignificant person." Kismet landed on the deck and shook the harp in his hand towards Aruba.
Aruba looked at the harp, and memories of when he failed for promotion suddenly came to his mind.
That scene seems to be related to the harp.
The musicians responsible for playing at that time had all been executed by Aruba, but this could only help him vent his frustration a little.
The annoyance of failing to be promoted has not completely subsided to this day.
Judging from the attitude of the silver-haired man in front of him when facing Wilde, Aruba guessed that the person coming was also a second-level wizard.
He threw away the unimportant memories in his mind and corrected his tone slightly.
"Are you also a guest entertained by the captain?"
Kismet leaned back, leaning on the railing, resting the harp on a raised piece of wood.
"I just came to watch the fun."
"You just said that Gorsa had another purpose for going out. What was it?" Wilde frowned impatiently when he saw Kismet chatting with Aruba instead of the more interesting topic.
Kismet turned his head and gently touched the strings with his little finger, making a "ding-" sound.
"He was actually going to meet an old friend. He rescued his little apprentice on the way back."
"Who did he meet?" Wilde was a little worried that the appearance of Golsa's old friend would affect their plans.
"A half-elf."
startle!
Wilde and Aruba both had varying degrees of expression changes on their faces.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Will that half-elf affect our plans?" Wilde continued to ask.
"No." Kismet raised her index finger and shook it, "You also know how difficult it is for a half-elf to live peacefully in this world. She will not do anything for anyone. You guys. I also know that every time a half-elf makes a move, her connection with this world will be reduced. Once the connection is weak to a certain extent, she will disappear like other elves."
"Even if the half-elf won't do anything at will, how can you guarantee that her relationship with Gorsa will not affect our plan?" Aruba asked.
Kismet turned his head to the other side, facing Aruba, and said with a smile: "Because that half-elf... is also my old friend~"
