Chapter 189.

Chapter 189 The Misunderstanding
Passing through the antechamber and pushing open a somewhat shaky door, Saul stepped into the next room while being wary of the old wizard’s movements.

“It’s so dark in here, Saul, can’t we light up?” Victor followed, looking at the even dimmer room with a worried expression.

Saul rolled his eyes in the darkness, itching to get Victor out in the rain to wake up.

But he had just taken a step forward when the entire room suddenly lit up.

Saul froze and jerked his head sideways.

The curtains in this room were neatly bunched up, revealing rectangular windows and a beautiful garden behind them.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window.

Saul frowned tightly, “Is this a …… hallucination or a runaway delusion?”

He turned around to ask Victor, but was shocked to find himself empty behind him.

At the same time the door behind him closed tightly.

Saul rushed forward and twisted the doorknob.

The door opened smoothly, and there was no classic scene of a ghost movie where it was locked and could not be opened.

Outside the door was the front room Saul had just walked through.

But at this moment, the antechamber was also open, and the sunlight shone in from the windows on both sides, so where were the dark clouds and torrential rain? Tiny bits of dust could even be seen leaping around the room.

But it was empty; there was no Victor, nor the old man and the boy who had entered later.

“Victor?” Saul pressed his voice to call his companion’s name.

No one responded.

His grip on the doorknob gradually locked, the metal handrail beginning to warp with a groan.

“How is it possible for a scene so beyond the pale of mortality to occur in a place where space is misplaced …… time is misplaced …… where only full-fledged wizards have ever existed?”

“That guy should still be where he was.” Saul wasn’t really worried about Victor.

Victor had been in the second level for many years, so nothing should happen to him.

“It may not be possible to find Victor by blindly wandering around, so why don’t we go find the treasure first. Maybe we can even crack this maze.” Saul rolled his eyes and said to himself, “Right, I have to find the treasure first before I can do that.”

“Bam!”

Just as Saul was about to go back, the front door of the front hall was suddenly pushed open roughly.

A tall warrior clad in armor barged in with several of his men.

The other party saw Saul standing in the doorway at a glance.

“There’s still someone alive here?” The warrior narrowed his eyes, and the longsword in his hand was ready to fire.

“Captain, could it be a ghost?” One of the people dressed as a soldier asked out loud.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a living ghost.” The warrior said, walking towards Sol.

Saul didn’t hide, he was also judging whether the other person was a ghost or not.

“Who are you?”

“Kid, is it your turn to ask?” One of the soldiers let out a sardonic laugh and suddenly escaped a bottle, about to throw it at Saul.

However a broad palm suddenly pressed down on the soldier’s hand and the bottle – it was the tall warrior in armor.

“My name is Olaf, and I am a knight ordained by Viscount Barker of May Highlands. May I ask who Your Excellency is?”

Sol, however, did not answer Olaf immediately; he slightly tilted his head sideways and looked at the soldier who had just almost thrown his bottle.

That face he had just seen before.

He had locked eyes with that face at close range. It was just that it was a face without eyes or nose, but Saul remembered the scar at the corner of his mouth vividly.

“Asshole, our captain is asking you a question!”

As Saul never answered, the soldiers around Olaf began to get disgruntled.

But Olaf kept standing still, his expression getting more and more serious.

“What day is today?” Just as the soldier chortled, Saul suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

This sudden question caused the soldiers to freeze.

Olaf said in a deep voice, “Today is May 14th.”

“So it was half a month ago.”

Saul’s words completely baffled the people on the other side.

There were even soldiers muttering “Have we met a madman?”

“Did you just enter Ralph Manor?” Saul asked again. His strange behavior caused the originally grumpy soldiers to quiet down and look over with surprised gazes.

Olaf slightly lowered his wrist and took two steps forward.

“We have indeed been ordered by the Viscount and have just entered here. And who are you then? When did you enter?”

Then what answered him was a huge translucent palm.

Olaf hastily rolled to avoid it, and the palm missed him, but caught the soldier who had just been about to throw a bottle at Saul.

“Witch …… wizard!?” Olaf, who subconsciously dodged, was not glad that he succeeded in dodging, and his gaze towards Saul was tinted with the color of fear.

“Witch, sorcerer-sama ……” The soldier who was grabbed didn’t dare to struggle at all, the look on his face instantly changed from openness to fear, and he kept begging for mercy, “I… …not …… please, please forgive.”

The mage’s hand pulled the soldier to Sol before dropping the man to the ground.

The soldier crumpled to the ground, not daring to get up either.

Thor possessed himself and pulled the bottle he was just about to throw from the soldier’s fingertips.

The bottle was cold and the touch in his hand was normal, not like an illusion.

Saul flung his hand again, and an arrow suddenly appeared, piercing through the soldier’s palm and piercing into the stone tiles on the ground.

“Ah!!!” The soldier wailed, his body convulsing in pain.

Blood flowed out along the wound and landed on the ground.

“The traces of blood look normal too, not like an illusion.”

If it wasn’t an illusion, it would be even trickier.

Saul struck out and at once made the soldiers on the opposite side of the room look terrified.

This place had been deserted for two years, the Wizard Tower hadn’t sent anyone to take care of it, and wandering wizards rarely entered places so close to the Wizard Tower. So they didn’t expect any other wizards to appear here.

Their clenched swords were trembling, but they didn’t even have the courage to raise their hands.

In this world, who would dare to make an enemy of a sorcerer?
Unless there was a more powerful sorcerer on their side.

“It is we who are unreasonable, my lord.” Knight Olaf lowered his head, and the sword in his hand was lowered, the tip pointing to the ground, “We just didn’t expect you to be here, and our words were offensive, so please forgive David this time.”

Saul tossed the bottle in his hand and caught it again, “What is this?”

Olaf pursed his lips for a moment, “It’s holy oil that has been enchanted with sorcery, it does some damage to spirits.”

Saul sniffed, uncorked the bottle and looked at it, then shoved it back in.

An inferior sorcery product, not even the lowest level of sorcery props.

There were some light elemental particles inside, presumably utilizing the natural antagonism of light and dark particles to destroy weaker spirits.

It wouldn’t be able to play much of a role when it came to spiteful spirits, not to mention the current misplaced predicament.

And if these people really did come in half a month ago, unless they brought enough rations, they should all be dead by now.

Thinking this way, Saul waved his hand and dispersed the sorcery.

Soldier David’s whole body trembled a bit and covered his wound, but he didn’t dare to get up immediately.

“Olaf, come here.”

The knight’s breathing stuttered and he swallowed nervously, returning his longsword to its sheath and signaling that he wasn’t the least bit aggressive before he trudged over to Saul.

“You turn around.” Saul ordered again.

Olaf turned around nervously, not knowing what Saul was going to do.

Looking at Olaf’s back, Saul was finally sure that he was the same Ren Ren that he had seen kneeling in the front hall of the castle when he had just entered it.

Because they had all died in the antechamber, that was why Saul was able to see their past here?
“Come with me, and you too.” He pointed to Olaf and David who was on the floor.

Olaf helped David up, and the two of them looked at each other with bitter faces, but they didn’t dare to delay and hurriedly followed Saul.

Passing through the door of the room inside, Saul once again entered the brightly lit room next door, this time consciously paying attention to the movements of the two people behind him.

But just as he entered the room and took another step forward, the Knight Olaf and Soldier David behind him disappeared once again.

Even Saul, who had been observing the two men in semi-immersive meditation, had not noticed anything.

His heart tightened and his eyes suddenly dimmed.

The torrential rain slapped and crackled against the window ledges.

Surprisingly, he was back at Ralph Manor half a month later!
Saul closed his eyes, the bottle of holy oil clutched in his hand still real and cold.

(End of chapter)