Super Dimensional Wizard

at dusk.

An elk sled drove across the thick snow.

Angel sat on the seat behind the sleigh and looked at the map in his hand carefully. Next to him sat Nite, who was waving the reins vigorously to make the elk run faster.

This is Taishu Street, with residential houses on both sides. Warm light shines from the windows, and the smoke rising from the chimneys is twisted and twisted in the heavy snow.

There were not too many adults on both sides of the street. They were mostly children dressed like meat dumplings. They were having a noisy snowball fight with their companions while waiting for dinner.

When the elk sleigh came over, the naughty boy was not afraid at all. He even picked up snowballs from the ground and threw them on the car.

Nite was enjoying the joy of being pulled by a moose when he was inadvertently hit in the face by a snowball. The snowball slid down, revealing a red circular mark on Nite's fair face.

The naughty kid next to him who hit him was pointing at the bridge of his nose and laughing loudly.

If it were other nobles, they would probably have started to get angry at this time. Danite is a strange flower among the nobles. He has been wandering in the sea all year round. He has experienced a lot, so he is more tolerant.

Nite was not angry, but looked at the people next to him with some trepidation. Although Mr. Pat has always been kind, would it be wrong to be offended by a child like this...

Nite was suddenly startled.

Lord Pat was not angry because none of the snowballs hit him. Every snowball that flew over "naturally" bypassed him.

Moreover, not only was he not angry, he also smiled like a devil, grabbed the snowballs flying in the air with lightning speed, and hit them back one by one.

The naughty boy couldn't hit him, but that didn't mean he couldn't hit these living targets stuck in the snow.

Even though the sled was moving, he still hit it accurately.

Almost every time the elk runs, a thud can be heard from behind. This is the sound of a naughty child being shot and falling.

On Tail Mouse Street, which is just a few hundred meters long, Mr. Pat was like a snowball war god. When he got off the bus, not only did he not have any snow on him, he also smiled politely at the naughty kid who was hit by him behind him. .

Then he uttered a word that made Nite feel messy in the wind: "Concession!"

Amid the cries of the children, Angel came to a cedar tree with satisfaction. There was a public well here, but because there was no shortage of water for the time being, the well here had been sealed by a big stone.

"This is the twenty-sixth well. I hope you won't disappoint me." Angel stood by the well and murmured in a low voice.

Nite also came over at this time, looking at the serious-looking Mr. Pat, and thinking about the smile he had given to the naughty kid before, he couldn't imagine that this was the same person.

However, he now somewhat understands what Deputy Captain Helen said. Master Pat is indeed very different from other extraordinary beings.

While Nite was dazed, Angel held his forehead with a disappointed look on his face: his spiritual tentacles reached down and penetrated to the bottom, but there was nothing abnormal.

"I'll go down and take a look. You wait for me here." After Angel finished telling Nite, he used his magic hand to remove the sealing stone, then wrapped himself in a thin film of water and jumped into the well.

This is a diving well. Angel quickly reached the bottom. Just as his mental power detected, there was nothing abnormal.

Angel dived helplessly, and when he jumped out of the well, there was a faint mist. This is a naturally occurring phenomenon because the temperature of the well water is warmer than the outside world.

Nite looked at Mr. Pat, who had a slightly gloomy expression, and knew that he would probably get nothing this time.

He didn't know what Lord Pat was looking for, and he wouldn't ask any more questions. If Lord Pat is willing to say it, he will naturally know. If you don't want to say anything but come forward to ask questions, it will definitely make the other party feel resentful.

"Sir, are we going to the next place? I took a look and there are still four wells in Widow Street that have not been explored."

Angel was also thinking about it at this time. After screening and investigation, he found that there were a total of thirty-three wells in the area he designated that were more than three thousand years old. Plus three wells whose years could not be confirmed, there were thirty-six wells in total. Speaking of which, It's not much, if you go quickly you can finish it in a day.

But now he has checked all the surrounding wells, and the remaining holes are all locked in Lucas' residential area.

Logically speaking, this *** should be the most likely well where Lucas committed suicide, but when I went out for a walk the night before, there were extraordinary beings hidden in these areas.

If he breaks in now, he might attract attention.

Angel was a little hesitant to go over and take a look.

"Speaking of which, there is a well on Widow Street. It is in the house of a good friend of mine. He is the son of the leader of the Knights of the Western Expedition and is currently a baronet." Nite said while looking at the map.

Angel's eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Nite, my biggest purpose in coming to Lost Music City this time is actually to find talented people. Since your friend is the son of a knight, he might have some talents, so we can go over and test him out."

Nite looked confused. Are the descendants of knights highly talented? Is there such a saying?

Although Nite was doubtful, he naturally did not dare to refute, nodded and continued his work as a sleigh driver.

Angel also knew that his reason was far-fetched, and while he closed his eyes to rest, he whispered: "Starting tomorrow, you can help me spread the news outside and find suitable talents. You should know the restrictions. The place where talents are tested is At...your house."

Nite looked overjoyed and tested it at his house, which indirectly showed that the New Ross family was related to a wizard. This is a great opportunity for their family.

So Nite nodded without hesitation: "Sir, please don't worry, I will definitely take care of it!"

But after finishing speaking, Nite suddenly remembered something: "Sir, the total population of Shilege City is more than one million, and there are many people of the right age. If it spreads randomly, I'm afraid there won't be such a big space at home, and the workload of adults will also increase. .”

Angel also knows this. After all, this is a big city with a population of one million.

He was silent for a moment: "You can limit the spread of the news appropriately. At the same time, if you want to test your talent, you can hand over 5 gold coins first. Regardless of whether the test result shows talent or not, the 5 gold coins will not be refunded."

For an ordinary family, 5 gold coins is equivalent to spending everything they have.

Gold coins are of no use to Angel, but they can test one thing: Are you prepared to pay the price of everything and possibly burn it in the end?

The same principle applies to the wizard's path. If you pay the price, you are very likely to fail; but if you don't pay the price, you will never succeed.

Gold coins are just a means for Angel to limit the number of people. He is planning to carve a spiritual shock magic pattern on the door of Nite's house.

Only those who have survived the mental shock are eligible to come in for testing.

There are only two situations that can survive the mental shock: people with strong mental power, and people with strong willpower.

This can be used as the second threshold. With these two thresholds, there should not be too many people who want to come in for the final test.

After listening to Angel's story, Nite breathed a sigh of relief. It would be too confusing if all the people of the right age came in swarm regardless of the poor or the poor.

While they were talking the sleigh had entered Widow's Street.

It was only then that Angel was surprised to find that all the wizard apprentices who were originally guarding here were gone? Either they got what they wanted and evacuated; or there were no clues found here.

Angel is more inclined to the second type. It happened three thousand years ago. Even if something is preserved, it probably won't be discovered now.

Now that they had withdrawn, Angel did not need to go to Nite's friend's house immediately. Instead, he followed the original plan and explored the wells one by one.

As for whether to explore Lucas's mansion, Angel gave up after thinking about it.

If there was anything really strange, it should have been taken away by the Song of the Deep Sea people long ago. How could we wait for him to pick it up?

Angel checked the first three wells on Widow Street one by one. They were all diving wells. It was easy to explore them to the end. There was nothing fishy about them.

Angel could only place his hope in the well at the home of Nite's friend, the knight's son.

But what makes him regretful is that looking for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com The last well yielded nothing. As for Nite's friends, they were also ordinary people and had no talents.

After Angel left Widow Street, he continued to look at other industrial areas in Lucas.

These areas were originally patrolled by extraordinary beings, but now they have also evacuated. He successfully explored the last six wells, but the final result was still nothing.

On the way back to the New Ross mansion, Angel looked confused.

Could it be that his judgment was wrong and that Lucas did not actually jump into his own well, but went to someone else's house to jump into a well? Then his face is too big, right?

Or... Lucas couldn't have lied about jumping into a well, right?

In Lucas's logbook, other things happened after a delay of hundreds or thousands of years, such as the "Sea of ​​Flowers" and the "Wishing Tree"... Could it be that his jumping into the well actually happened a long time later? ?

It shouldn't be possible, right?

There are two types of records in the logbook. One is something that looks real, such as your daily routine, and recording your food and drink...there is no need to fake these.

The other kind is fictitious at first glance, such as the sea of ​​tears turning into flowers, the island spirit, the glowing wishing tree... These are also obvious at a glance, and they have some fictitious elements.

Angel regarded all these fictitious things as some kind of slightly unreliable "prophecy".

And the diary he wrote in the end about "jumping into a well" was obviously the first type, which made Angel keep running around to find it.

But now, he couldn't find any clues in any wells, let alone corpses. After all-round exploration with spiritual power, there was not even a trace of dregs.

Could it be that Lucas lied in his last diary entry?

Angel couldn't even tell now whether Lucas was an honest person as he said or a liar as everyone said.