Chapter 299 Confirmation
The captain of the land boat looked at Kismet and asked the question he had always wanted to know.
"In this long-running agreement, I know what I want, what they want, and what Knaus wants, but I never know what you want."
"Don't be nervous. I don't need any resources. All I want is a wonderful story. You know, music without ups and downs is not good."
Wilde did not take his words lightly.
"Although the Land Cruiser only operates in the Western Continent, it has carried travelers from all over the world. I have heard your name from them. It is always accompanied by death."
Kismet tilted his head, revealing a helpless look. "There is nothing I can do about it. Perhaps it is because I am always accompanied by separation and loneliness. This is the main theme of my destiny."
Aruba looked at Kismet in front of him, his eyebrows twitched, and he always felt that this person spoke strangely.
He decided to change the subject, "What does Gorza want with that half-elf?"
"How would I know such a thing? It's not a tryst with a lover."
Wilde looked at Kismet and didn't quite believe what this guy said.
As expected, Kismet added, "But since he met the half-elf, he changed from focusing on light attributes to focusing on dark attributes."
Wilde narrowed his eyes. "You mean, that half-elf is related to Gorza's plan to resurrect Euler?"
Aruba clenched his fists. "Then she is much more important than that little apprentice? Can we control that half-elf?"
As soon as Aruba finished speaking, he saw Kismet and Wilde looking at him with complicated expressions at the same time.
Wilde skipped over Aruba's question and asked, "Can we pull that half-elf over here?"
Kismet shrugged. "You may not be able to pay the price."
"The biggest price will naturally be paid by those who benefit the most." Wilde smiled, his stubble trembling with his muscles. "You showed up today just to help us connect, right?"
Kismet wiped the strings of his zither, lowered his head and smiled, "I was just passing by."
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After Kismet left, Wilde thought about the news he had just received about the half-elves.
Aruba, who had not dared to say anything more just now, stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Is this Kismet...reliable? Could he be from over there?"
Wilde shook his head. "No, he also made a lot of efforts to reach the tripartite agreement."
"Didn't you say he didn't want anything? Then what does he want?"
"I don't know. Rumor has it that wherever this guy appears, there is always a large-scale death. I guess all his actions may be for the purpose of advancing to the third-level wizard."
"Level three?" Aruba suddenly felt bitter in his mouth.
All the ambitions and complacency I had in my youth were worn away by the difficulties of repeated promotions.
The people of the kingdom were proud of him, but little did they know that Aruba would always unconsciously feel anxious when looking at these true geniuses around him.
Especially this inexplicable failure to advance, which hit him hard.
Running from Knas to the land by boat was not only for healing, but also for relaxing.
Especially since he was injured, he always has nightmares every night.
He dreamed that he was playing the piano until his fingers bled and his flesh came off, but he just couldn't stop.
Finally he looked down and realized that what he was playing was not the piano, but his own ribs!
Anxiety appeared on Aruba's face again. He hurriedly said goodbye to Wilde and left the deck, perhaps to vent his anger on some woman again.
Wilde glanced at Aruba's back with disdain, snorted through his nose.
After a moment, he suddenly said, "Can you tell the color of Kismet's emotions?"
A jelly-like creature that looked like a chameleon suddenly appeared on Wilde's shoulder.
It was now fluorescent green, and its only eye was spinning around.
After hearing Wilde's question, it didn't make any sound, but just turned its head and stared straight into Wilde's eyes.
Without a word, Wilde inserted his hand into his eye socket and dug out his eyeball, then threw the eyeball with blood vessels and fascia attached into the wide-open, waiting mouth of the strange creature.
That is his companion fairy.
Oscar Wilde named it Fluorescent Dragon.
The name is very grand, but it’s a pity that the Fire Dragon is just a weak little goblin with strange tastes and some special abilities.
The companion fairy named Yinlong swallowed Wilde's freshly-baked eyes into his stomach without chewing them.
So Wilde watched his left eye rise and fall in the translucent body of the fluorescent dragon, gradually turning the fluorescent green into brown-red.
Like a swamp filled with rotting, moldering corpses.
The Fire Dragon was satisfied, and finally stopped staring at Wilde's other eye. Instead, it opened its mouth wide and let out a loud cry.
“Quack—”
Only Wilde himself could hear this voice.
"Is he excited?" Wilde stroked his bearded chin, which fell obediently in his hand. "Every time I see Kismet getting excited, there will be a lot of deaths... Could it be that the bloody town curse this time is also related to him?"
…
Ever since being ambushed by Cadis in a land boat, Thor has tightly closed the gates of the Black Castle and brought the devil vines back from the forest to the castle.
Dark green vines broke out from the ground and entangled the black castle like a giant python entwined around the thin man.
The Black Castle howled silently in the eternally dark forest. Whenever someone passed by the foot of the mountain, they would feel palpitations and dizziness.
This caused the horror legend of Black Castle to spread throughout Mobei City once again.
Such a fully alert appearance naturally attracted the attention of allies.
So, just two days later, Brie came again.
This time he did not drive a carriage, but rode a tall brown warhorse and galloped all the way to the Black Castle.
Unfortunately, when he arrived at the gate of the Black Castle and revealed his identity, all he heard was the rustling of leaves and the cold wind swirling in front of the door.
"Lord Thor?" Brie controlled the warhorse under him, telling it to be less nervous, and called out to the temporary master of the Black Castle again.
It was a long time before he heard the gate of the Black Castle open.
Bree breathed a sigh of relief, dismounted hastily, and climbed the porch steps.
But when he saw the situation inside the door, he suddenly sucked back the cold air he had just exhaled.
"Thor? I saw signs of a fight in the woods. Are you okay?"
Behind the gate of the Black Castle, there was no trace of Thor, but rather dark green vines as dense as a swarm of pythons.
Thor let the devil vines completely seal the door!
"Is Lord Bri disappointed to see that I'm fine?"
Thor's hoarse voice came from behind the twisted vines.
Bri's face turned serious. "Thor, you can tell me any questions you have. I don't know what happened to you, but as the liaison between the Principality of Kerma and the Wizard Tower, I will be responsible for all my actions. I also hope you can give me a chance to explain. If you are really worried, I can help you notify other wizards in the kingdom, or even Grand Duke Kira."
There was silence inside the gate for a moment.
Bree added, "Or I can notify the wizard tower directly."
Thor's hoarse voice sounded again, "No need. The new owner of the Black Castle will be here soon. Before that, I will not see anyone or say anything. You can go now."
Bree was helpless. He knew that Thor might be suspicious of him now, but if the other party refused to communicate, he would have no chance to clarify himself.
He took a step back and retreated to the bottom of the stairs.
"I understand. But I hope you can give me a chance to explain when the new owner of the Black Castle arrives. We each represent the Wizard Tower and the Principality of Kerma. I hope that the misunderstanding between us will not affect the relationship between the two parties, which will only make the real enemy proud."
Thor did not respond, and even the door of the Black Castle slammed shut.
Bree took a worried step back and turned to leave.
However, just as he turned around, when a fallen leaf was blown by the wind and swept past the corner of his lips, Bree's lips suddenly curled up slightly.
But as the leaves flew by, the curve of his mouth disappeared.
"Confirmed." Bri thought, "The mark has been planted, and we can start the next step."
At the same time, Thor in the Black Castle turned around and smiled with interest.
"It's confirmed," Thor thought to himself, "Bree and Cadis are in cahoots. We just have to wait for their next move."
The two men each turned their backs to the gate of the Black Castle and walked in different directions.
Fourth update, hehehe~ (End of this chapter)
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