Diary of the Death Wizard

A few days later, a secret message spread from Mobei to the wasteland.

A strange big ship driving on land.

Two men standing on the vent.

"Cades has already planted a mark, and the people inside can be notified." One of them said calmly.

"This was a sudden change of plan, we acted in a hurry, and Caddis has not returned yet... Will there be a problem with the imprint?" Another person frowned.

The first person shook his head, "The blood on the sprouts of the lost soul flower is fresh. Cadiz may have been injured in the battle. Maybe he was seriously injured and couldn't come back. However, even if he died outside It doesn't matter. As long as the mission is completed, he is useless."

"What if he is caught by the wizard tower? Will our plan be leaked?"

"Don't worry. Before sending Cadis out, his mentor left the imprint of the Lost Soul Flower in his spiritual body. Even if someone tortured him, he wouldn't remember anything about the Lost Soul Flower."

"That's okay, 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 his head to look at the second.

There is a short beard on his face, but if someone looks closely, he will find that the beard has been twisting slightly.

The second person was looked down by him.

"Are you testing my determination?" He grabbed the second man's head and pushed him down to himself, "I, Wilde, will keep my word. Now that the agreement has been signed, even if the entire team of land I won’t regret it even if I get stuck in the boat.”

Wilde, the captain of the land boat, is also the only second-order official wizard of this organization.

Because of Wilde's movements, the faces of the two people are very close.

This should have been a distance close enough to make the man feel ambiguous, but in the next second, the beard on Wilde's face suddenly twisted and grew longer, piercing deeply into the man's flesh.

Drops of blood condensed and slid down from the latter's face and neck, "tick tock" and landed on the rough wooden deck of the land ship.

Along the gap, seeped in.

The second man was trembling all over. He wanted to speak, but his lips had been sewn together by Wilde's beard. He wanted to open it, but his mouth was full of black silk.

The man stared at his blood-red eyes and looked up desperately, hoping that Wilde could see his intention of begging for mercy.

Wilde didn't 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.

It was like the setting sun in his eyes.

Wilde didn't let go of the man until his struggling movements began to weaken.

"Remember, when things are done, I will marry Kira and become the new king of Kemah. No matter what happens to Kemah from now on, you are not allowed to intervene."

The man who was released fell to his knees with a plop, his hands trembling as he stroked his face, as if he were touching a piece of rough sandpaper. The pain began to surge after the beard receded, making the man's words become intermittent.

"Yes, yes, everything, everything is in accordance with the tripartite agreement."

Wilde nodded, "That's good."

"Then, then I'll go back first, and I want to pass the news back as soon as possible."

"get out."

After the second man disembarked and got off the boat, Wilde was still looking in the direction of the rising sun.

"Is that Sol really that important? I heard that Gorza, who hardly leaves the wizard's tower, made a special trip to pick him up." Another person walked onto the deck.

Wilde didn't look back, "So we are very interested in that kid. However, we have failed to send people to contact him several times. Gorza seems to be protecting him intentionally."

The newcomer rubbed his fingers, "I have a destructive desire for the person Gorza is looking for."

Wilde said lightly: "Aruba, you'd better not act without authorization. I won't be the angriest person to ruin the plan."

The second prince of the Principality of Kernas is currently their most hopeful person to be promoted to a second-tier official wizard.

It's a pity that the previous promotion unexpectedly failed and was injured instead. However, he also used the excuse of retreating to recuperate his wounds, and secretly came to the land to sail the boat alone.

After all, there are some ways to heal the wounded, and it is not easy to use them openly in this country.

"I know, I don't want to bear the anger of those people who suppressed it for a long time for Gorza. Haha, but I just want to know, if one day, Gorza finds that the apprentice he focused on training has become a guillotine instead, no Do you know he can still laugh by then?"

"Gorza's real purpose was not to pick up an apprentice when he went out~"

Suddenly, a voice full of laughter broke into the conversation between the two.

"Who?" Aruba's expression changed, and he looked in the direction of the source of the voice.

And Wilde still stared at Chaoyang with a calm expression.

At this time, a handsome silver-haired man with a flirtatious expression slowly walked out of the scorching sun.

He held a harp casually in his hand, looking as though it might slip from his fingertips at any moment.

Wilde's eyes happened to be fixed on 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 that they knew each other from Wilde's calm appearance.

"It's just an insignificant person." Kismet landed on the deck and shook the harp in his hand at Aruba.

Aruba looked at the harp, and memories of when he failed in promotion suddenly flooded his mind.

That scene also seems to have something to do with the harp.

At that time, all the musicians in charge of playing had been executed by Aruba, but this could only help him vent his frustration a little.

The annoyance of the promotion failure has not completely subsided until now.

Looking at the attitude of the silver-haired man in front of him when facing Wilde, Aruba guessed that the person who came was also a second-order wizard.

He threw away those unimportant memories in his mind, and corrected his tone a little.

"Are you also the captain's guest?"

Kismet leaned back, leaning against the railing, and rested the harp on a raised piece of wood.

"I just came to see the excitement."

"You just said that Gorza went out for another purpose. What exactly is it?" Wilde frowned impatiently when he saw Kismet and Aruba chatting, but did not talk about the more interesting topic just now.

Kismet turned his head sideways, gently hooked the strings with his little finger, and made a "ding—" sound.

"He was actually going to meet an old friend. He saved 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!

Both Wilde and Aruba's expressions changed to varying degrees.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Will that half-elf affect our plans?" Wilde continued.

"No." Kismet raised his index finger and shook it, "You also know how difficult it is for a half-elf to live in this world safely. She will not do anything for anyone. You I also know that every time the half-elf makes a move, it will reduce her connection with the world. 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 Gorza won't affect our plan?" Aruba asked.

Kismet turned his head to the other side again, facing Aruba, and said with a smile, "Because that half-elf... is also my old friend~"