Death Wizard Diary

Chapter 340 Snail Picker

Author: Imana

Chapter 340 Snail Picker

Another wave crashed down on his face, and the fallen boy was pushed into the water, his limbs struggling and twitching.

The sea there was clearly just above his knees, but he couldn't stand up.

The people around him heard the boy struggling, stopped again, stood up and looked in the direction of the boy, but no one reached out to save him.

During the ups and downs, the boy's face occasionally appeared out of the water and called for help. But no one rescued him, and the others did not even take off the black scarves on their faces.

They just looked at the direction where the boy's voice came from, with numb sadness on their faces.

Sol, who was not covered with a black scarf, naturally saw what happened.

The rope around the boy's waist had been broken at some point. A transparent hand pulled the rope from the direction of the deep sea.

Therefore, when the fallen boy tried to climb to the shore along the rope, he was actually heading towards a more terrifying deep water area.

Sol's face turned cold.

That transparent hand was not the deathly pale arm he saw between the waves.

That is level 0 witchcraft, the hand of a mage.

A weak magic vibration came, and Thor was looking for even weaker fluctuations in mental power.

He turned his head to look in the direction where the spiritual power was coming from, and saw two wizard apprentices, a man and a woman, in the shadows under the cliff.

The man was tall and strong, with an expressionless face; the woman leaned against the man's chest, turned her head, and looked at the struggling boy in the sea with a smile.

Just when the boy's struggle became weaker and weaker, Thor suddenly moved his fingers.

The icy cold water suddenly turned into gentle hands, holding the boy's back and lifting him out of the water.

It wasn't until the boy stood up in a panic and confusion that his hands turned into sea water again and slapped the boy's thighs again and again.

Thor's action of rescuing people naturally attracted the attention of the two apprentices.

The man still looked over expressionlessly, while the woman rolled her eyes unabashedly.

However, they took no further action.

Obviously, the killing just now was just a spur of the moment, and they did not want to conflict with another strange wizard.

The mage's hand in the sea was also dispersed. The boy stood there and finally felt that his rope had broken.

He licked his dry lips, which could not be moistened by the sea water, and shouted in a low voice: "My rope is broken."

His throat was so dry from choking on water that he sounded like a ghost hiding in the darkness.

After a while, someone finally responded to him, "This is the shore."

The man did not lie to the boy, he indeed stepped on the beach without sea water.

However, the sea wind and waves distorted his voice, making it difficult for the boy to tell where the speaker was standing.

He fumbled and almost slipped after taking two steps.

Because of the struggle just now, he has reached a deeper place. If he accidentally falls, he may drown.

This is too dangerous!

The boy finally managed to regain his balance amidst the waves of waves. But he had lost his position again.

Finally he gritted his teeth and blood began to flow from his tight lips.

He carefully straightened his head and then lifted up a corner of the black scarf on his face.

He didn't dare to look at the sky or the sea. He just wanted to quickly scan the surroundings to determine the direction of the beach.

However, as soon as he turned his sight 30 degrees, he saw the beach and a man covered in a gray cloak standing on the beach.

The man was standing near his companions who were collecting snails with him, but their companions obviously did not notice his presence.

Judging from the other party's dress and temperament, he must be a wizard.

The boy shrank his shoulders in fear, but he suddenly thought of the hands that had just suddenly lifted him up.

That hand was so warm, compared to the cold sea water, it was like a stove in winter.

The boy bowed deeply in the direction of Sol. When he bent down, his face was wet again by the splashing water.

"He's quite smart." Looking at the boy who bowed to him and almost buried his head in the sea, Thor had a smile on his face.

"Xiaozao, pull him over."

Xiaozao got the order, flew over quickly, rolled up the boy's waist, lifted him up directly, jumped out of the sea, and flew in the direction of Thor.

When he was just caught by the algae, the boy struggled for a moment, but soon became quiet again, and was carried to Sol in an honest manner.

"Master Wizard." The boy followed the force of his fall and knelt down directly on the ground, resting his forehead on the cold sand.

"Get up, I have a few questions to ask you."

The boy hesitated. He had met wizards before, but they always asked him to kneel down and answer.

In other words, it doesn't matter what posture he is in.

But thinking of Thor's action of saving him just now, he still chose to get up.

"What are you picking up?"

"Sir, we are collecting black conches."

Is there actually a black conch here?

Black conch is also a witchcraft material, but it is not precious in the wizarding world and is not very useful.

Despite this, because of its association with wizards, it has become a rare delicacy in the eyes of ordinary people.

The wizard tower also makes this dish, but Thor is not used to seafood and rarely orders it.

The most delicious thing about black conch is the internal organs inside the conch, but eating too much can cause hallucinations.

There are also some wealthy people who use it as a hallucinogenic drug to harm others and occasionally themselves.

Since there is a black conch here, Thor can understand why some people risk their lives to catch the sea here.

"Do you know how often soul tides occur here?"

Although he had already asked the wealthy businessman Pound these questions once.

But the perspective of wealthy businessmen and the perspective of these people who risk their lives to rush to sea are definitely different.

Hearing the word "soul tide", the boy's body with his back to the sea trembled again.

"Sir, it has happened...almost ten times this year. It happened twice last month alone."

Has it become twice a month? Isn’t it too frequent?

"Have you ever seen the soul tide? How harmful is it? I mean...does someone die every time?"

"To tell you what, sir," the boy pursed his dry lips, "someone dies every time... My father was involved last month."

Sol hesitated.

I just looked for someone and actually asked the person involved.

According to the wealthy businessman Pound, the frequency of soul tides in the past few years was low, only once or twice a year. Before the ship entered the port, it would receive a signal from the shore, anchor outside for one night, and then enter the port normally the next day.

However, the frequency of tides has increased in recent years, and no ships dare to dock here.

In Pound's words, the main complaint was that Blue Water Bay had no port support and the economy was not as good as before, but the soul tide did not cause many casualties as a result.

According to the boy, they, the fishermen who originally relied on the sea, had no choice but to return to the sea to support themselves after the Bluewater Bay depression.

But even such a dangerous job as picking up black conches requires certain conditions to join.

The boy's father was a snail collector before his death, so the boy had the opportunity to inherit this job.

After listening to the boy's story, the sky became darker and darker.

The wind started to rise on the sea.

The people who were picking up conch in the shoal area quickly returned to the shore one by one, holding on to the rope.

Only when they reached dry land did the men take off the black scarves that blindfolded their eyes.

Only then did they discover that the boy had returned to the shore and was still talking to a mysterious man.

These snail collectors did not dare to approach or leave. They could only turn their backs to the sea and shiver in the cold wind.

"...Okay, you can go back, I have no problem."

Thor had already roughly understood the frequency of soul tides from the boy's mouth and did not let him stay any longer.

But when the boy looked at the people behind him, he turned his head again and mustered up the courage of his life.

"Sir, may I ask, sir, I have two younger sisters and three younger brothers. Can you see if they might become your apprentices?"

(End of chapter)