Chapter 226 Concern from Brother
Dear Brother:
To my poor, bad-tempered brother,
I had to leave in a hurry last time.
You have seen that fate is surrounding you, and shadows are hanging over your head like dark clouds. It is clear that your brother's fate is rough and full of dangers.
After the challenge, there may not be an opportunity, but a heavier misfortune. If one day you have nowhere to go, you can come to the no-man's land to find your brother. Although I may not be here, the door of my home will always be open to you! Before that, please enjoy the death feast I prepared for you without any scruples~ Your loving brother, Kismet Sol quickly finished reading the letter. It was indeed the guy with the pseudonym Victor. The words between the lines were as confusing as he was.
At the bottom of the letter, the four words "Kismet" were written in bold and large letters, as if to vent his dissatisfaction with Kira's failure to listen to him last time.
After reading the letter, Thor immediately closed his eyes to check his condition, meditated briefly, and then deduced his previous memories to make sure that his consciousness was not affected.
"This letter at least confirms that Victor is indeed Kismet. As for the crisis he mentioned...if it is really like a dark cloud, it may not be directed at me."
Thor looked up and saw the ceiling of the warehouse above him.
"If his brain is not completely broken, isn't it too exaggerated to describe the crisis against me as a dark cloud? Will the situation in the wizard tower change?"
I don't know why he even thought of a way out for Thor. But he was thinking of a place like the Borderlands, which even a serious wizard would find terrifying.
If it weren't for the fact that Kismet seemed to have something to do with the golden pages in the diary, Thor really didn't want to continue dealing with him.
He threw the letter on the table, thinking about the possible hidden message in the letter, and suddenly froze, "Wait, did he use a honorific for me in a certain sentence just now?"
But when Thor lowered his head to confirm again, he found that the letter paper was gone.
"Did you take the initiative to destroy the records?" Thor felt a little uneasy because of the sudden disappearance of the letter. "The most important thing now is to solve the problem of my body as soon as possible. I am still too weak now."
Although there was no evidence, Saul still informed Gorsa that night through the subpoena pen that Kismet had used someone else to pass the letter in.
After all, Kismet is a second-level being and seems to have some ill will towards Thor. He will not bear this suspected provocative threat on his own.
After reporting the difficult problem to the higher authorities, Thor once again immersed himself in the research and experiments on witch body transformation.
At the same time, on the border between the Principality of Kerma and its hostile neighbor, the Principality of Kernas.
In a wasteland with no human habitation for several kilometers around.
Kismet was standing among dozens of corpses, listening to something.
He held a white harp in his arms, his right fingers casually plucking the strings.
The sound of the piano is pleasant, rippling like water waves in the night sky.
At Kismet's feet, a man was crawling on the ground, his shoulders shaking.
Suddenly, the piano music stopped, and Kismet smiled, "Ah, Master, I appreciate your kindness."
He lowered his head contentedly, looking at the prospective knight who wanted to lick the tip of his shoe.
"When will Knath go to war with Kma?"
The knight-to-be's trembling shoulders suddenly stopped. He raised his head, and his face changed from fear to confusion and then to surprise in an instant.
"Sir?" The knight-to-be shouted uncontrollably at first, and then immediately looked around vigilantly. There were so many corpses around him, but he acted as if he didn't see them.
"Sir, the tripartite subversion agreement has been signed. Once Prince Aruba advances to the second level, the war will begin immediately."
"Oh~ three parties? It seems that either Baidong Academy or Lu Di Xingzhou got involved." Kismet nodded and tapped the quasi-knight's helmet with his chin toe. "What's the difference between this and not saying anything? I don't know when Aruba will advance."
The knight-to-be was a little confused, but he didn't dare to dodge at all. He just quickly made up for the inappropriate words he had just said.
"According to Prince Aruba, he is sure that he will be able to advance within two years."
Kismet said disdainfully: "They have been planning for so long, just to wait for a new second-level? It's not like Kema only has one second-level. Who can he beat in a war? The goddess of war Kira, or the wizard Tagorsa?"
The knight-to-be came closer to Kismet and lowered his voice, "I heard that when the real war starts, the man from the wizard tower will not show up."
Kismet was satisfied. "Right. This way the strength of both sides will be balanced and the battle will be exciting. It seems that the foundation of the wizard tower has also begun to shake, and another ugly conspiracy will be staged."
Talking about war and conspiracy, Kismet became excited.
But as he thought about it, he began to count on his fingers, "One year, two years... Thor may not be able to reach the third level. The time is still too short. A second-level apprentice is not even qualified to be cannon fodder."
While Kismet was thinking, the ground suddenly shook slightly.
A small hill suddenly cracked open, and a huge sand scorpion emerged from it.
No one knew how long the poisonous scorpion had stayed underground, and many plant roots were still entangled on its body.
The knight-to-be, who was originally kneeling on the ground, turned around and saw a five-meter-long scorpion. He was so scared that he screamed and then collapsed to the ground.
But he soon remembered that Kismet was standing behind him, and he found the courage from nowhere. He picked up the sword that had fallen on the ground and stood in front of Kismet, shouting, "Sir, it's the Sand Scorpion. I'll stop him, you go quickly."
Kismet looked at the scorpion and raised his chin towards the would-be knight, "Then I'll ask you to be loyal to me."
The knight-to-be was stunned at first, then a gust of cold wind blew, and the huge scorpion claws smashed down.
The quasi-knight's strength was not very high. He dodged the scorpion's claws but failed to avoid the scorpion's tail. He died soon after being stung.
The scorpion soon set its sights on another prey.
Unexpectedly, Kismet calmly stepped over the swollen and shiny would-be knight and approached the sand scorpion. He seemed to accidentally utter a musical scale, and a breeze blew by, and the roots and soil on the scorpion disappeared completely.
The Scorpion remained motionless throughout the entire process, his eyes fixed on Kismet.
After cleaning the scorpion, the latter jumped onto the scorpion's back shell and found a flat place to sit down.
The scorpion, which suddenly had a master, shook its head and tail, as if it had just woken up from some hazy consciousness.
Kismet patted Scorpion's back and said, "Let's go. Let's go to Knath to find Aruba and buy a few more years for our little Thor."
A man and a scorpion gradually disappeared at the end of the wilderness in the dark night.
…
Five days after reuniting with Keli, Thor finally completed a dose of reagent for the transformation of his flesh and blood witch body.
He raised the test tube in his hand, staring at the gorgeous red color with burning eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really not easy. After spending so many materials, I finally succeeded in making a bottle. Even if it's just an official wizard potion of a wizard family, it's much more complicated than I imagined."
The process and external conditions were the same, but the previous potion failed to achieve the expected effect. If Thor took it, he would turn into a monster and die.
After making more than a dozen failed potions, Thor was already able to do two things at once. He mixed the potion with his left hand while calculating the dosage of the neutralizer and preparing the catalyst and neutralizing solution.
But the busiest thing is actually the diary, which does the work of three people.
Finally, today, Thor completed the refining of the last important potion material for the new transformation plan.
Standing among a pile of draft papers, Thor carefully placed the red potion on the test tube rack.
"Although there is only one copy, other influencing factors have been ruled out. As long as my hands don't shake..."
Thor shook his two pairs of bony hands, and the joints made crisp sounds of "crackling".
"Maybe I won't have to hear this grinding sound tomorrow!"
(End of this chapter)
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