Mystic Dominator

Resisting the embarrassment, Naxos quickly flipped through the contents of the diary.

After confirming that this thing had nothing to do with the magic book, he immediately stuffed the diary back.

"That...no offense intended."

"I'm going to examine the body."

Without even looking back at Ronald, Naxos trotted directly to the body of the man in red.

Using his still-moving arm, he began to turn the corpse.

After confirming the death time, appearance and figure of the man in red.

In order to make the information as accurate as possible, he took out his dagger without hesitation, cut open the corpse and began to dissect it on the spot.

"Obvious traces of the caster, he has indeed been in contact with the original class..."

"No obvious imprint of school..."

"The left forearm was once broken..."

"..."

"Tsk—"

After the inspection for about half an hour, Naxos continued to toss the other corpses with a dissatisfied expression on his face, and at the same time told Ronald what he found:

"That guy is just a half-baked guy, he doesn't even have a school mark on him."

"The problem in Montenegro should be caused by someone using him."

In Naxos' words, Ronald noticed a noun.

"School imprint...?"

"That's right, the imprint of the school." Mostly accustomed to Ronald's lack of knowledge on the mysterious side, Naxos explained directly, "Any relatively large school will make a seal with an emblem for self-protection or other reasons. Items distributed to members."

"Of course, I'm not saying that you have to take it with you."

"But look at this guy."

While explaining, Naxos glanced at the corpse on the ground out of the corner of his eye:

"This one in red."

"Obviously I have come into contact with the magic book of the original level, but there is only a very weak magical reaction on my body. It is impossible for any school boss to be so weak."

"It's clearly an unlucky ghost being used by others."

Staring at the eloquent Naxos, Ronald continued to ask:

"So, we have no chance to get that original book?"

Hearing this question, Naxos immediately showed obvious unwillingness in his eyes.

But soon, this trace of emotion turned into a self-deprecating ridicule:

"After all, it's the original..."

"It's really wishful thinking to get such a secret treasure just by the two of us."

"Forget it, forget about these outrageous things."

After examining the body, Naxos deftly retracted the dagger with only one hand.

Walking towards Ronald, he asked in a chatty tone:

"Yes, Ronald."

"Since you have been exposed to the mysterious side before, you should know what school you are from?"

What school am I?

When Naxos asked, Ronald flashed through his mind all kinds of information since time travel. Since the mysticism of the other world originated from the magic guide book, there are definitely as many schools as there are stars.

——This is not Naxos's temptation to himself.

Almost without thinking, a casual name popped out of my mouth:

"I'm from the Copenhagen School."

"well?"

"Copenhagen... sounds like a personal name..."

Naturally, Naxos was ignorant of this school.

With confused eyes, he muttered a few words, and the merchant immediately dropped the topic.

"Okay, let's go up first."

"It just so happens that there is no one in the villa above, so we can have a rest before dawn by changing out the rags."

"Also."

Ronald nodded in agreement.

Naxos was covered in blood, and he himself was in tatters.

As my companion said, after half a night of tossing, everyone needs to rest.

————

the next day.

The sun had just risen when Ronald and the two walked out of the villa together.

Montenegro at this time is completely different from what I saw last night.

On the surface of the entire mountain lies a barren and depressing desert.

When the night covered everything, the black mist swallowed up the vitality of this land.

This area stretches from the tail of the distant mountains in the west, to the dry waters of the riverbed in the east, to the deeper mountains in the north, and to a flat wilderness in the south.

A scene of desolation and silence.

In this harsh place, there are tall mountains that stand solemnly, dark and gloomy valleys, and turbulent rivers.

Now all have become desolate and bleak, uninhabitable.

This is a hopeless land without people, and there is no sign of life in it.

There were no birds in the blue sky, no movement on the dusty earth, and what was even more unbearable was the dead silence. No matter how hard you listen, there is still no sound in the vast wasteland.

There was no sound, only silence.

— utter, heartbreaking silence.

Witnessing this scene in the sun, Ronald couldn't help being in awe:

"It's terrible."

Nassos on the side also expressed his agreement with sympathy:

"certainly."

"This is the danger of mysterious knowledge."

"But Ronald, we now have a problem that needs to be solved urgently."

"..."

Looking at Naxos with a smirk on his face, Ronald asked:

"You mean... hurry?"

"That's right." The merchant nodded triumphantly, "Heishan is a place where there are no villages or shops. Even if we have a carriage, it will take us three or four days to reach the nearest village."

"Tsk—"

Ronald smacked his lips.

"But we don't even have the carriage..."

Of course he knew, in fact, to be stricter, their current situation was even worse than last night.

When the black mist devoured everything, it didn't miss the reason for the merchant team.

The carriage and its cargo, as well as various daily supplies, were gone.

Traveling in such a deserted place——

It's like survival in the wilderness version of another world!

Staring at Nassus with a proud expression, Ronald asked simply:

"But judging by your expression, you should be prepared, right?"

"Hey--"

Asked by Ronald, Naxos was even more proud:

"Not really prepared."

"Young man, if you are brave enough, how about I take you to chase stars?"

"Chasing stars...?"

Ronald was really puzzled this time.

Brave enough?

star chasing?

When he said this at this time, he couldn't connect the information at all.

Looking at Ronald with a dazed face, Naxos didn't keep his secrets anymore:

"Tell you!"

"About two days away from here, there is a border railway connecting Grid and Entrod."

"Grid's most famous dramatist and singer, the peerless beauty known as the 'Silmarillion', Miss Alida Boycombe, will take this train to Brenwich."

"What we have to do is to cross the wilderness in two days."

"Rush to the location of that railway!"

Looking at the sly and shrewd Naxos, Ronald complained:

"Forget about trains and railways, even the itineraries of other drama actors are kept in mind."

"You really know a lot."

Shaking the new coat found in the villa with one hand, Naxos replied with satisfaction:

"If you come out to be a merchant, how can you not prepare a lot?"

"Let's go!"