Baskabiru Hotel, third floor, guest room.
The centipede grass at the entrance seems to be aware of the slightly cold sea breeze at night. The leaves curl up to keep the branches warm.
The luxurious goose down carpet covers the entire room, and the large purple pattern looks very charming.
The furnishings in the room are simple, except for a large soft bed and a set of large solid wood tables and chairs.
Beside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, there are two wall lamps lit with dawn candles both inside and outside.
The dim candlelight and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling make the room much brighter.
Even the radiance of the red moon seemed to have lost its color and was blocked by the light in the room.
not found?
"No discovery is the best discovery..."
Wei En stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking calmly at the people walking out of the arena in the center of the city-state.
The powerful transcendent hidden in the arena was not found, which at least proved that he was not on Alais's side.
If he were, it would have been impossible to remain indifferent just now.
Even if he doesn't take action, he should show murderous intent or conduct a mental scan on him.
But Wayne is very sure - no!
As if that person just wanted to watch a few gladiatorial games, he played his role as an audience from beginning to end.
He even imitated the pirates and nobles who were affected by the howls of fear, pretending to be sluggish and mumbling to themselves...
"Tsk!"
Wei En laughed, thinking about it, that person was quite interesting.
Salvatore Samuel Capo, as a being who is at least legendary, can actually act.
It seems that we need to ask for information about him through other channels. I believe that such a powerful extraordinary person should be easy to investigate.
Without figuring out his identity, Wei En always felt like there was a sword hanging over his head, preventing him from fully deploying his plans on Alexei Island.
Dang, Dang Dang.
At this time, there was a knock on the room door.
"Please come in."
Wei En's mental perception scanned the circle. The owner of the hotel, Ericon Baskabiru? Why is he here?
Immediately afterwards, Boss Ericon opened the door and came in, saluting meticulously: "Wizard Wei En, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late."
oh?
Wayne turned around and looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay, what's the matter?"
The hotel owner's attitude seems to have become more respectful...
"Ms. Flanda from the Arena just contacted me and asked me to transfer this space ring to you."
"Frenda?"
No wonder, it turns out that Ericon already knew what happened over there.
However, I didn’t expect Ms. Pretty Hands to send the money so quickly...
It seems that she was so shocked in the arena that she was not even willing to wait for one night.
"Thank you, Mr. Ericon."
"No, no, no...you don't have to be polite, this is what I should do."
Ericon's head was slightly lowered, his eyes were staring at the ground, and his ears were buzzing, as if they were still echoing the words of the eldest brother on the other side of the family.
"Ericon, how is your relationship with that 'abnormal wizard' Wayne Loft?"
"ah?"
"Ah what, tell me!"
"Brother, you know, those thousand-leaf grass during the day..."
"Oh, yes, I helped prepare that. Let me tell you now, you must never offend him, and you must provide the highest standard of service!"
"Do you know what he just did in the arena? Not only did he kill One-Eye, but he also made everyone fall into despair, everyone!"
"I heard that it was you who sent him the invitation? Now, immediately, let those fools in the store get involved, and let everyone who knows about it keep it a secret. This matter must not spread!"
"It's not yet easy for me to judge what consequences the incident in the arena will have. I'll leave it like this for now, do you understand?"
"I, I remember, brother..."
And just when Ericon was in a daze and had not yet finished digesting the message from his family, "Pretty Hands" Flanda Carneiro personally contacted him and asked him to transfer half a million pounds to Wizard Wynn.
After comparing the two, even an idiot would realize that what happened over there in the arena was real and very terrifying!
The commotion that wizard Wayne Loft made there was so big that even the Baskabiru family in the southern continent knew about it.
Even Ms. Flanda, the actual controller of Alexei City-State, had to bow her head...
Ericon didn't expect that just sending out an invitation letter would lead to such consequences.
If he knew...he would personally accompany Wizard Wei En!
Thinking of this, Ericon respectfully placed the space ring on the table, "In addition, the family has just sent a message about the batch of millifolia, and it will be delivered to Ms. Lacey tomorrow afternoon."
"Tomorrow? So soon?"
Wei En was a little surprised and asked: "Even the messenger of the Nightmare Religion can't have this speed, right?"
"The family contacted a bishop from the Nightmare Religion, that's why it was so quick." Ericon answered truthfully.
However, things are not as simple as he said.
Although the messenger was created by the Nightmare Sect, even the people of the Nightmare Sect have to pay a certain price if they want the messenger to speed up.
For this reason, the family directly sent 100,000 gold pounds to make up for the nightmare source consumed by the bishop.
Wei En looked at him deeply and thanked him again, "Thank you very much."
He himself has contracted a messenger and is very aware of the nightmare worm's ability.
To expedite such a thing as sending it, one has to either feed it or contact the Nightmare Sect... Either way, it shows that the Baskabiru family's attitude towards him is friendly.
"You're welcome." Ericon saluted, "Then I won't disturb you too much. I hope you can spend a pleasant night at the Baskabiru Hotel."
"Um."
Wei En looked at his cautious look and couldn't help but feel dumb.
It seemed that what happened in the arena had a much greater impact than he imagined.
[Congratulations, you have had a safe day again. Evaluation: The title of weak chicken is no longer appropriate. Now your new name is - strong chicken. Reward: Survival Points +3. 】
Strong chicken?
Wayne rolled his eyes, turned around and lay on the bed, sleeping.
The panel is as inappropriate as ever, so why can't we give him a more normal name?
For example, an invincible, uncrowned king, or a wizard who spreads fear...
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boom!
The sound of the door breaking broke the melodious music in the room, and also woke up old Jack who was sleeping leisurely on the recliner.
He stood up and saw the young man wearing a dark green dress at the door. He frowned slightly and said in an unhappy tone:
"Ubli, I need a reasonable explanation."
"Explanation?" Ubli gritted his teeth and stepped into the room, staring at Old Jack with a gloomy face, and hummed: "I just need an explanation!"
"Um?"
"Old Jack, you know that the deformed wizard that Alais is going to deal with has arrived on this island, right?"
"I know, you won't go to see him in advance, right?"
Ubli did not answer and continued to ask: "Then do you know his current strength?"
"His strength?"
Old Jack frowned a little more. After thinking for a few seconds, he waved to open the rune array arranged in the room and signaled: "Sit down and talk."
Ubli walked over and sat next to him, but did not speak immediately.
His face was a little pale, his slightly curly hair was a little messy, and his neat dress had some wrinkles due to running.
On the way back, the more he thought about it, the more he became afraid.
That was nearly a minute. Such a long time was enough for him to die eight times!
If he was really hit by the spell cast by the wizard when he was acting later, he didn't know if he would be able to wake up...
Seeing his expression, Old Jack pursed his lips and asked, "Tell me, what did you find?"
Based on his understanding of Ubli, such a powerful transcendent with a flamboyant personality rarely showed emotions of fear and confusion.
Even Alais didn't make him give in.
"call……"
Ubli came back to his senses, let out a long breath, and dispelled the vague scene of the kingdom of death in his mind. He sorted out his thoughts and spoke slowly.
"After leaving you, I followed the traces of the origin of desire and went to the arena in the center of the city-state, where..."
"...When I woke up, do you know what I saw?"
"I saw a scene like a deep abyss - everyone, without exception, fell into a state of unconsciousness!"
"They were either mumbling in a dull manner, or completely unconscious, and some fell to their knees crying..."
Speaking of this, Ubli recalled the scene in the arena at that time, and looked at Old Jack with a gloomy expression.
"'One-Eye' had his head removed, and there were wounds all over his body."
"'Pretty Hands' Frenda is slapping 'The Killer' crazily on the face, trying to make him wake up early, but it has no effect!"
"No matter what she does, Honattan seems to have lost his soul, not hiding or avoiding, without any clear consciousness..."
"Can you imagine the fear it brought to me? If I was in that state at the time...that doesn't mean I can only be slaughtered..."
After listening to his story quietly, Old Jack frowned and thought silently.
Covering everyone in the entire arena...
They also include three great pirates whose strength has reached the level of the Kingdom's Hands, as well as Ubli, a man with special extraordinary characteristics...
It can be inferred from this that the spell cast by Wei En has an extremely wide range and is extremely powerful.
No ability to resist?
It seems that in the past month, not only Alais' strength has been improving, but the strength of the gentle and shy young investigator in the city of Custer has also improved by leaps and bounds.
Old Jack took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and asked, "What are your plans for this?"
"Plan? I plan to withdraw from this mission!" Ubli said in a very firm tone, "Faced with such an irresistible spell, I can't think of any reason to stay."
"What about quitting? You know Ales wouldn't agree to that."
"If he doesn't agree, then come up with countermeasures!"
"anything else?"
"besides……"
Ubli was startled, looked at Old Jack who had regained his composure, and asked doubtfully: "Why aren't you in a hurry? Or have you already thought of a way to deal with him?"
Old Jack shook his head and said: "It's just that I know very well that Alais can't wait any longer. He gave almost everything for this operation."
"Then has he ever thought about the consequences of failure?" Ubli sarcastically said: "If we can't resist that spell, we won't be able to get within a hundred meters of him."
"It's impossible to stop planning just because of a spell, right?"
"Then you continue, I'll quit!"
"contract……"
"I would rather bear the price of the contract's backlash than pay for it with my life!"
"Even if it turns into an ugly deformed form?"
"I..." Ubli's face was filled with uncertainty as he thought about the contents of the contract.
Seeing his expression, Old Jack understood.
If he doesn't come up with a way to deal with that spell, even if he is finally forced to participate in the mission due to the contract, he will probably stay behind.
"Don't make a decision in a hurry. We can wait until Alais arrives, okay?"
Ubli was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay."
"Okay," Old Jack breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't go out for the next two days. I will find a way to contact Alais in advance and inform him of this matter."
"Um."
Ubli lit the cigar, took a puff, and spit it out slowly. There was still a little fear left in the depths of his silver-gray eyes.
For extraordinary people like them, the more powerful they are, the more they can feel the reality of that country and the terror of that figure.
Even at this time, the memory of that place in his mind was so weak that only a vague outline remained...
"Old Jack, do you know? What I'm afraid of is not death, what I'm afraid of is the unknown existence."
"Perhaps, behind that young wizard is - a god!"
God?
Old Jack was silent. Based on his knowledge, he certainly knew that gods were real.
But they were far beyond his knowledge...
"Get some rest, Ubli."
"Um……"
Old Jack sighed helplessly, stood up and closed the door. The shouts of pirates that came from time to time in his ears were all supporting what Ubli told him.
"I saw it, I saw a great god——"
"What does he look like?"
"I don't remember it. It's strange. I'm obviously very impressed. It was... very scary there!"
"How scary is it?"
"Yes... oh, don't you believe me? It's really scary. Everyone else has seen it like me..."
Maybe Ubley is right.
If there really is a god who can protect Wei En at any time and is willing to take action for him...
Then there is only one end for him and people like Alais...
die!
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Outside the city-state of Alexei, in the port district, the golden tavern.
Because it was late at night, the bright gas lamps had already been turned off.
Inside and outside the tavern, the dim light of dawn candles illuminated the rosy-faced drinkers.
Ronan walked in unsteadily, followed the example of other pirates, hugged a girl in cool clothes, walked through the slightly crowded tavern hall, and entered the exquisitely decorated room at the back.
"Mr. Pirate, are you coming from the arena?"
"Huh? How do you know?" Ronan was a little confused.
"The smell on your body told me." The girl smiled charmingly.
"smell?"
"It's the smell of blood. The entire Alexei Island is the only place where killing is allowed."
"What if I didn't come out from there?" Ronan raised his eyebrows, and his small triangular eyes made his expression slightly funny.
"Then I can only pray that you will forgive me in order to enjoy the ultimate service..."
The girl's palms slid over the two slightly rough mechanical arms, fell on the collar, and helped him open the jacket.
"forgive?"
"Or punishment? You decide."
The girl looked at his strong chest, licked her lips, then gently took off the silk skirt she was wearing, and turned her back to him.
"Mr. Pirate, do you want to punish me?"
Ronan stared up and down with a pair of triangular eyes.
Is this the life of a pirate?
I feel like the undead creatures in the research institute are not as interesting...
boom!
"Woo?"
The girl who suffered the heavy blow collapsed to the ground, and a thought flashed through her last consciousness - fuck! I won’t really like it!
Ronan smacked his lips and muttered: "What a pity, he's alive."
With that said, he turned around and went to the corner of the room, where he arranged the rune array.
Then take out a black trophy and press the gem button in the middle.
"Internal number 28, name: Salvatore Samuel Capo, who do you want to contact?"
"Annette, it's me, don't pretend to be dead."
"Sorry, it's working hours, no small talk. Confirm again, who do you want to contact?"
"I know, I know," Ronan swung his robotic arm to support his forehead, looking defeated, "I'm looking for Deputy Boras G. McClure, internal number: 112."
"Hold on……"
After a while, the gray fog rose, and the illusory picture projected Boras's slightly cold skull head.
"Hi, Boras." Ronan waved his mechanical arm, "How do you like my outfit?"
"Very good, it suits you very well, Wizard Salvatore."
Boras leaned back on the high-backed chair and asked: "I believe you have seen that little guy, right?"
He glanced at the girl lying on the carpet next to him, his deep eyes flashing red.
Is this bastard so playful? !
"seen."
Ronan, no, Salvatore lifted the transformation spell and returned to his original appearance.
He was wearing a black dress, with a slender figure and a delicate ruby necklace on his chest. His long gray and white hair was scattered, setting off his vaguely handsome face.
What is even more eye-catching is the center of his eyebrows, where there is a pattern composed of complex lines - the black fire symbol of the ghost!
"It's just like what you said, a very young arcane wizard with extremely outstanding talent."
"I am proficient in runes, potions, and spells, and the effects of spells are mutated, and the level is not low..."
"Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard for me to believe that he did this in two months."
Boras nodded slightly and asked: "Tell me something I don't know. Have you found any traces of special origin mutations?"
"what you mean?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Legend Salvatore!"
"Well..." Salvatore pondered for a moment, "There is indeed something abnormal."
"oh?"
"Let's talk about magic first,"
Salvatore's eyes, as black as the deep abyss, had no trace of brilliance. Even if there was an illusory screen in front of him, no figure was reflected in the pupils.
He stretched out a finger and said: "The mutation of the spell is not like the effect of the modified runes."
"Rune fusion?"
"Yes! I'm pretty sure that the runes he fused are very rare. It may even be the theory put forward by that person."
"You mean...the origin rune of the gods?" Boras suddenly approached the screen, "Are you sure?"
"Without in-depth research, of course I'm not sure." Salvatore spread his hands and said helplessly: "Unless you are willing to let me put him on the experimental table..."
"That's not necessary, let's talk about other things."
"I knew it was like this..."
Salvatore muttered, then pointed to the black fire symbol between his eyebrows and asked: "The second abnormality is his original body. You should be aware of the potential limitations of the spell brand, right?"
"continue."
"The limit of the wizard-level original child body is ten spell marks, but that requires at least eight original child bodies. But I found that the kid only has four original child bodies, but two of them are The number of spell runes on it has reached ten!"
"Four?" Boras subconsciously knocked his two rows of crystal teeth, "The origin has mutated!?"
Salvatore nodded, "Besides this, I can't think of any other situations. And I think he should have some abnormalities that are hidden deeper!"
"Um?"
"The existence that made his strength grow rapidly! You don't think there is really a wizard who can become as strong as him in two months, do you?"
"That's what I thought!" Boras's red eyes flashed uncertainly as he clicked.
Salvatore: "..."
There is only one person who has improved so much in such a short period of time since the emergence of wizards.
Does this skeleton really think that I have become a fool after staying in the research institute for too long?
"In short, don't do unnecessary things! Your duty is to protect him, not to bring him into your research institute and break him into parts!"
"Are you serious?"
"certainly!"
Salvatore said regretfully: "Well, since you insist, I will complete the tasks assigned by the school."
"Well," Boras reminded again, "that's not just me, but the Chief as well."
He had to remind him like this, otherwise with the character of the legendary wizard in front of him, he would probably abduct Wei En to that research institute while protecting him.
When the time comes, he will no longer be able to imagine whether he will become a part, a puppet, or some other messy thing.
"I know, I know... Boras, don't keep using my brother to suppress me, okay? I am also a member of the Ghost School."
"Feel sorry."
"I accept your apology, but I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation after I return to the school." Salvatore curled his lips and said.
"Okay." Boras nodded, "I hope that Chief Warklav will have returned from the world of the dead by then."
"It's best not to, he's too annoying..."
After the words fell, Salvatore took the initiative to turn off the black communicator, with a bright smile on his face.
We can't let that kid lie down in the research institute, but we didn't say we can't let him go in standing up.
How about arranging an assistant position for him at the Taboo Research Center?
(End of chapter)
