Diary of the Death Wizard

Is the downside expensive?

Sol sneered in his heart, and continued to transmit the voice: "If you smoke too much, will you die?"

Kismet raised his eyebrows, "Why do you think so?"

"Will that be addictive?"

"While it's fascinating to say that state of psychic clarity, that state of extreme clarity, if you're talking about drug addiction, then no."

There are no side effects at all?

Why does Saul feel unreliable?

Especially when it comes from the mouth of a conspirator, a great liar.

Kismet saw that Sol was doubting again, and said helplessly: "The formic acid of the bow-backed termite has been filtered by ordinary people before all the toxicity is extracted, and it is non-toxic and diluted for use by wizards outside. Many times as much formic acid."

He took the long-held candle from the girl, gave it to the magic crystal, and stuffed it directly into Sol's pocket.

"Try it, don't you know if you will die?"

He said this directly.

The girl on the side shrank her neck in fright.

Sol and Kismet stood at the entrance of the hall until the next guest walked in, followed the girl to find a table and sat down.

Kismet whispered something to the girl. The girl was a little surprised, but she nodded and trotted away.

When there was no one around, Sol stretched out his hand to Kismet, and said unceremoniously: "You said that there is a golden page in the land of no man, now we are all in the land of no man, you can give it to me ?"

Kismet spread his hands, "I didn't take it with me, but don't worry, I put him in a very safe place."

Sol withdrew his hand, wondering if Kismet didn't want to give him the golden pages immediately.

Since the golden pages were not here, Sol didn't bother to talk to him.

He secretly looked around.

Observe the way those wizards absorb the spiritual reading candles.

He squinted his eyes, but saw nothing unusual on the candle.

It just seems like a special kind of energy.

"What are you doing here?" After a while, Sol saw that Kismet was just sitting there, and he didn't light a candle for himself, and asked casually.

"Meet someone." Kismet leaned lazily on the seat, with one foot on the seat, "Send me something."

Another five minutes later, Sol saw Kismet's eyes fixed in the depths of the hall, and he also turned his head to look.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a woman in a long red dress with a bulging belly coming out from behind layers of veils.

With a careless smile on her face, she looked at the people in the hall like ants on the ground.

But when her gaze fell on Kismet, a sudden light appeared in her eyes.

She walked through the crowd, ignoring the apprentices and wizards who bowed their heads to her, and walked towards this side.

Kismet stood up unhurriedly, and just after taking two steps, the woman in the red dress came to him with her belly outstretched.

"Long time no see, Kismet, I thought you had been captured and eaten by the Lord of the Sky."

"Dolly." Kismet tapped her finger.

Then, the two hugged gently.

Saul was on the sidelines, noticing that Kismet hadn't touched the other's stomach.

The hugging action is very awkward.

The two soon separated.

Through the air, Kismet stretched out his hand and pretended to touch it twice, sighing, "It's coming out soon."

Dolly looked down at her belly and smiled, "Thanks to you."

Sol: "?"

Dolly invited Kismet to enter behind Qingsha, and the two left without even saying hello.

However, when Kismet lifted the veil, he looked back at Sol and suddenly showed a strange smile.

Sol: "!"

"This guy!"

When Kismet left, Saul got up and left directly.

Continuing to stay in this ordinary garden, I always feel that something bad will happen.

Crossing the path, Thor came back near the exit of the settlement.

There should be more than one exit here, but apparently this is the only one that informs outsiders.

Sol was thinking that even if the quicksand termites in the survivor's ancient forest were a hoax, he wanted to go and have a look.

After all, the person who told him that was also a liar.

Just as Sol walked near the gate, he suddenly saw a man holding a twitching, pale boy, walked to the place against the wall, and threw it on the ground.

A bearded man followed closely behind him.

"He didn't make it through." The man who threw away the boy looked impatient, "Give me back the food."

The bearded man walked to the corner, looked down at the boy who had just stopped convulsing, touched his neck, and then turned around and said with a playful smile, "Eat them all."

The other man cursed and slapped the man on the face. Seeing that the man didn't dodge or dodge, he just smiled apologetically, and then walked away cursing.

When others saw this scene, they all stepped aside carefully, for fear of being angered by the man.

When the people walked away, the bearded man picked up the boy.

At this time, an old woman seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and persuaded in a low voice, "Find a good place to bury the child. If you stay here, you will die."

Unexpectedly, the bearded man shook his head, "I made a deal with the mountain-turner. If I don't make it through, I'll sell the body to him, and I can order some food."

The old woman couldn't bear it, but she also knew that she couldn't change anything, so she turned her back and left.

Although Sol stood far away, with his excellent eyesight, he could still see clearly what happened there.

The bearded man carried the boy and walked into the gate under the wall, disappearing into the shadows.

Sol's gaze also followed the boy in his arms into the darkness.

With his ability, it is natural to see that the boy is not dead yet, but has only temporarily held his breath.

However, if not treated in time, this short breath hold can also turn into real death.

Sol thought of the new injury on the sole of the boy's foot, and stepped up to follow.

When passing through the passage under the wall, the old flower pot man who was guarding the gate was originally resting with his eyes closed.

After feeling the fluctuation of Thor's magic power, he immediately opened his eyes and stared at him.

The old man in the flower pot didn't express any doubts about Saul's behavior of leaving as soon as he came in, but he seemed a little... nervous?

But Sol didn't say anything, just pretending he was just passing by and wasn't interested in the man ahead walking out of the passage.

It wasn't until Sol walked out of the city gate and left the passage that the flower pot old man slowly closed his eyes.

Leaving the settlement, Sol saw the bearded man holding the boy in front of him standing under the wall on his left.

A small donkey cart was parked there.

The rear pocket is covered by a huge black leather, raised high.

There was a faint smell of corpses.

The moment Sol's figure left the gate, he immediately entered a vague and illusory state. Even though he had slowly approached the bearded man and the coachman, the two did not notice it at all.

So Saul watched the bearded man hand the boy to the coachman, but he also gave the coachman a small package.

The driver didn't say anything, and stuffed the small package into his arms without changing his expression, and then lifted the black leather behind him, revealing the corpses piled up more than one meter high inside.

The bearded man immediately turned his head, and couldn't help turning back to look again.

A thin layer of soil was sprinkled on the corpses, but it could be seen that most of them were black and red, and some had carbonized skin. The death was not bloody, but it was still horrific.

The bearded man flinched, but the driver moved neatly. He grabbed the boy's waistband, lifted him up, and threw him on the top of the pile of corpses with his backhand.

He pushed away the bearded man who wanted to say something, got into the donkey cart, and left quickly.

"Is this the mountain climber? It's just an ordinary person without magic power." Sol touched his chin, glanced at the bearded man who had turned and ran towards the gate, and chose to keep up with the donkey cart.

Fan Shanren is physically strong, and judging from the movement of lifting him up and throwing him up just now, it seems that he still has some martial arts.

If he was outside, he might be a high-ranking fighter, but here, he can only be a driver who transports corpses.

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