Chapter 298: Meeting on the Boat
A few days later, a secret message spread from Mobei to the desert.
A strange large ship sailing on land.
Two men standing on the cusp of the trend.
"Kadis has already planted the mark. We can notify the people inside now." One of them said calmly.
"This time the plan was changed at the last minute and things were done in a hurry. Cadis hasn't come back yet... Will there be any problems with the mark?" The other person frowned.
The first man shook his head. "The blood on the new sprouts of the Lost Soul Flower is fresh. Caedis might have been injured in the battle. Maybe he was seriously injured and couldn't come back. But it doesn't matter even if he died outside. As long as the mission is completed, he will be useless."
"What if he is caught by the people in the wizard tower? Will our plan be leaked?"
"Don't worry. Before sending Cadis away, his mentor had already left a mark of the Lost Soul Flower in his spirit body. Even if someone tortures him severely, he won't remember anything about the Lost Soul Flower."
"That's not bad. The ability of the Lost Soul Flower is still trustworthy. It turns out that you were prepared to give up on him before. Don't you feel bad about losing a third-level apprentice for no reason?"
The first man turned and looked at the second man.
He had a short beard on his face, but if one looked closely, one would notice that the beard was constantly twisting slightly.
The second person lowered his head when he was looked at by him.
"Are you testing my resolve?" He grabbed the second man's head and forced him to fall towards him. "I, Wilde, will keep my word. Since the agreement has been signed, I will not regret it even if the entire fleet of land boats is trapped."
Wilde, the captain of the land boat, is also the only second-level official wizard in this organization.
Because of Wilde's actions, the two people's faces were very close.
This should have been a distance close enough to make a man feel ambiguous, but the next second, the beard on Wilde's face suddenly twisted and grew longer, digging deeply into the other's flesh.
Drops of blood condensed and slid from the latter's face and neck, dripping onto the rough wooden deck of the land ship.
Then it seeped in through the cracks.
The second man was shaking all over. He wanted to speak, but his lips were sealed by Wilde's beard. When he wanted to open them, he could only reveal a mouthful of black silk.
The man stared with bloodshot eyes and looked up desperately, hoping that Wilde could see his intention to beg for mercy.
Wilde did not look back at the man whose face was covered in blood. He looked straight ahead, at the rising sun at the end of the desert.
In his eyes it was like the setting sun.
Wilde didn't let go of the person in his arms until the struggles began to weaken.
"Remember, when this is done, I will marry Kira and become the new king of Kema. And no matter what happens in Kema from now on, you are not allowed to interfere."
The man who was released fell to his knees, and touched his face with trembling hands, as if he was touching a piece of rough sandpaper. The pain began to surge up after his beard faded, making the man's words become intermittent.
"Yes, yes, everything will be done according to the tripartite agreement."
Wilde nodded, "That's good."
"Well, then I'll go back first. I need to pass this message back as soon as possible."
"Go away."
After the second man got off the boat in a panic, Wilde was still looking towards the rising sun.
"Is that Thor really that important? I heard that Gorsa, who hardly leaves the wizard tower, once made a special trip to pick him up." Another person walked onto the deck.
Wilde didn't look back. "So we are very interested in that kid. But several attempts to contact him have failed. Gorza seems to be intent on protecting him."
The newcomer rubbed his fingers together. "I have a strong desire to destroy those whom Gorza has taken a fancy to."
Wilde said calmly, "Aruba, you'd better not act on your own. If you ruin the plan, I won't be the angriest person."
The second prince of the Principality of Knas is also the one who currently has the greatest hope of being promoted to a formal wizard of the second level.
Unfortunately, he failed to get promoted a while ago and was injured instead. However, he also used the excuse of recuperating from his injuries to secretly come to the land to sail alone.
After all, some methods of recuperation cannot be performed openly in the country.
"I know. I don't want to bear the anger that those people have suppressed for a long time on behalf of Gorza. Haha, but I just want to know, if one day Gorza finds out that the apprentice he has been training has become the guillotine, will he still be able to laugh?"
"Gorza's real purpose of going out that time wasn't to pick up an apprentice~"
Suddenly, a laughing voice interrupted their conversation.
"Who?" Aruba's face changed and he looked in the direction of the sound.
Wilde still stared at the rising sun with a calm expression.
At this time, a handsome man with silver hair and a frivolous expression slowly walked out from the scorching sun.
He held a harp casually in his hand, which looked as if it would slip from his fingers at any moment.
Wilde's eyes were fixed on the direction where Kismet appeared, as if he was not looking at the rising sun, but at the silver-haired man standing in the sun's halo.
"Who are you?" Aruba had never seen Kismet, but when he saw Wilde's calm look, he knew that the two knew each other.
"Just an insignificant person." Kismet landed on the deck and waved the harp in his hand at Aruba.
Aruba looked at the harp and suddenly memories of when he failed to get promoted came to his mind.
That scene also seems to be related to the harp.
All the musicians who were responsible for the performance at that time had been executed by Aruba, but this only helped him vent his frustration a little.
The frustration of failing to get promoted has not completely subsided until now.
Judging from the attitude of the silver-haired man in front of him when facing Wilde, Aruba guessed that the man was also a second-level wizard.
He threw away the unimportant memories in his mind and straightened his tone slightly.
"Are you also a guest of the captain?"
Kismet leaned back against the railing and placed his harp on a raised piece of wood.
"I'm just here to watch the fun."
"You just said that Gorsa went out for another purpose. What was it?" Wilde frowned impatiently when he saw Kismet and Aruba chatting without talking about the more interesting topic just now.
Kismet turned his head and gently plucking the strings with his little finger, making a "ding" sound.
"He was actually going to see an old friend. On his way back, he saved his apprentice."
"Who did he meet?" Wilde was a little worried that the appearance of Gorsa's old friend would affect their plans.
"A half-elf."
Shocked! Wilde and Aruba's expressions changed to varying degrees.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Will that half-elf affect our plans?" Wilde continued to ask.
"No." Kismet raised his index finger and shook it. "You know how difficult it is for a half-elf to live peacefully in this world. She won't fight for anyone. You also know that every time a half-elf takes action, her connection with this world will be weakened. Once the connection becomes weak to a certain extent, she will disappear like other elves."
"Even if the half-elf won't act rashly, how can you guarantee that her relationship with Gorza won't affect our plans?" Aruba asked.
Kismet turned his head to the other side, facing Aruba, and said with a smile: "Because that half-elf... is also my old friend~"
(End of this chapter)
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