Wizard of All Souls

Things didn't get hopeless.

They also had General Sam to fall back on.

Geralf looked at Watto expectantly, hoping to hear good news from Watto next.

Watto smiled wryly, and said, "General Sam will be transferred in a while."

"What? Where?"

Geralf's first reaction was that General Sam was framed.

"Barely considered a promotion."

"The official position has not declined?"

But looking at Watto's expression, he didn't look happy.

"Yes, become the city lord of Winter City."

"You mean the cold winter city in the northern permafrost?" Geralf's eyes widened suddenly, "That ghostly place where there are 366 days of snow in 365 days a year? Is it the worst place?" The place where the vicious criminals are exiled? What are you doing there?"

Many criminals would rather commit suicide than go after they knew they were about to be exiled to Winter City.

Winter City is such a scary place.

Their beloved General Sam is going to be the lord of Winter City?

The official position seems to have been promoted.

The question is who is willing!

Are you going to dig potatoes in Winter City?

Being a castellan in Winterfell is not as comfortable as being a baron in the countryside.

"I don't know exactly what happened. I only know that the ending of Sam's departure will not change." Watto said helplessly.

"Is it also the ghost of the Nelson family?"

Originally, Geraph had a little affection for the Nelson family.

In just a few minutes of talking with Watto, all good feelings were wiped out.

He wished he could immediately kill the castle of the Nelson family and destroy the evil duke family.

"It's better not to speculate about some things." Watto shook his head.

"Hehe, is it a guess?" Geralf sneered.

Food, cloth, and drinks were withheld, and the distribution of life elixir was also greatly reduced.

Even General Sam, one of the strongest in Fortress Deta, who has made countless contributions to the kingdom, was transferred to Winter City as the city lord by Ming Sheng and secretly demoted.

What a good thing the people of the Nelson family can be!

Watto was reluctant to speak to Geralf further on the subject.

He is afraid that walls have ears.

Even General Sam was defeated, and the Nelson family was not something they could offend.

"You said you were going to be a paladin?" Watto asked.

"That's right!" Geralf nodded heavily, "As long as I become a paladin, I believe my injuries will heal."

"……Yeah?"

Watto didn't know if his injury would heal, but Geralf managed to find a glimmer of hope, and he didn't want to hit him.

but--

"Paladin?" Watto's mind flashed, "Have you heard about the giant potion?"

"You mean the giant potion that has been making a lot of noise in the army, and it is rumored that it can artificially create blood?" Geralf immediately asked.

At that time, he was still selecting candidates in the army, and he also signed up.

Just don't know why it's gone.

I guess it's probably a prank from above.

No matter how you listen to it, it's ridiculous to create people with bloodline ability for the day after tomorrow.

"I've heard General Sam whisper a few times about the Giant Potion, and now there seems to be another candidate." Watto said uncertainly.

"Are you serious?"

Geralf grabbed Watto by the shoulders.

"Please beg General Sam to let me take part in that experiment, no matter what the cost." Geralf begged Watto.

He also knew that this request was too much.

Giant potion, those who have the ability to create bloodlines the day after tomorrow.

How many cavaliers dream of something?

Watto himself must have wanted it too.

But he really didn't want to miss it, even if he was accused of being selfish.

He needed the Giant Potion so badly.

"……let me try."

Then the two talked for a while, and Watto left in a hurry.

...

ten days later.

Accompanied by Watto, Geraf came to the city of Oss.

Lying in a wheelchair, Geraph looked at this mysterious city curiously.

He had stayed in Fortress Delta for decades, and he had never been to this legendary city where wizards lived.

"Brother Geraph, are you sure you want to do it?" Watto asked worriedly.

"It's okay, the big deal is death."

Geralf's mind was made up.

He already understood the consequences of drinking the giant potion.

I heard that among the four people who drank the giant potion last time, one died, one became a vegetable, and one was distorted, and only one was normal.

In other words, only a quarter of the probability?

Those four were still great knights in good health, and their success rate was so low.

He who was seriously injured?

I'm afraid the success rate will be pitifully low, right?

Come to the rumored wizard's mansion.

After showing the invitation card, they came to a luxurious villa under the leadership of the guards.

"There are guests in the hall now, it is inconvenient to go in, please wait a moment." The servant said respectfully.

"It's okay, we can afford to wait."

He has been waiting for two and a half months and doesn't care about these few hours.

Stand outside the hall.

The cold wind blowing could not calm his fiery heart.

Watching the red leaves falling in the grove.

"Autumn is here."

It was still summer when he was injured, and before he knew it, it had already entered autumn.

While waiting outside.

They heard roars coming from the hall.

It seemed like someone was arguing.

"This is Lord Wizard's villa, right? How dare someone make noise here?"

"Wait, why is this voice so familiar?"

"Is it someone I know?"

While Geralf and Watto wonder who it is.

The door opened with a bang.

A figure they were familiar with came out, and halfway through, he turned around and cursed: "Will, you have changed, you have no courage to fight, and now you are completely a lackey of the Nelson family!"

That figure was clearly their respected General Sam.

General Sam walked angrily, feeling extremely angry and depressed.

"General Sam?"

Hearing someone calling him, General Sam turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

"It's Geralf and Watto, you two?" General Sam squeezed out a smile, "Go in and listen carefully to Lord Will, he is a very good person."

"Yes, is it?"

Geralf and Watto looked at each other.

Is this General Sam who just yelled at the opponent?

Watching the figure of General Sam going away, the two entered the hall with doubts.

In the hall, sat an old man with pale hair.

The old man smiled at them and said, "Is it Geralf and Watto?"

"Hello, Lord Will."

The two saluted quickly.

"Is it you who want to use the giant potion? Have you heard about the potion?" Will asked.

"I won't regret it!" Geralf clenched his fists and swore.

"Okay, you two can live here for now." Will called the servants to come in, "The giant potion is not as simple as drinking it, it needs a lot of preparation and refining some auxiliary potions."

"We all listen to you."

The two nodded.

"Aren't you tired after driving all day? The room has been prepared for you, and I will discuss the details with you after dinner."

Will asked the servant to take Geralf and Watto to their room.