Chapter 209 Kismet
Chapter 209 Kismet
The moment Golza’s hand was on Sol’s shoulder, Sol felt himself sinking.
The sinking felt strange, like going through a curtain of water or popping a bubble.
While crossing that film, Saul vaguely seemed to see countless pairs of eyes watching him and Golza.
Those eyes were densely packed, one next to the other, with pupils as tiny as pinholes, and as Saul sank, they were also slowly moving their sight.
When Saul met those eyes, he immediately felt inexplicably terrified and uneasy, as if he was being punched in the heart by someone, depressing and suffocating.
Then, his eyes darkened and brightened, and when he returned to his senses again, he realized that he had returned to the second storage room.
The feeling of being watched just now had also disappeared.
In front of him were the familiar columns of corpses, and behind him were the tall shelves.
“Was it the feeling of instantaneous transfer just now? Why is it that I couldn’t detect it before, but this time I can perceive the process of spatial transfer?”
Too late to think about it, Sol heard Golza ask him.
“Tell us what you encountered when you went to Ralph Manor.”
He thought for a moment, organizing his words.
“After I entered Ralph Manor, I met a strange man. He had the terrifying ability to control people’s consciousness or memories ……”
Saul told the entirety of his encounter at the manor in a few sentences. Focusing on Victor’s ability and performance. As for making the antidote in the basement, the difficulty of it and Morton’s help were not emphasized.
As expected, after listening to Saul’s account, Golza was also the first to mention Victor’s abnormality.
“You said he plays the harp?” Gortha reached out with wrapped pink fingers and gently tapped her temple, “What kind of harp was it?”
Thor froze, that had him stumped.
After a moment of careful recollection, he couldn’t recall what the other man’s harp looked like.
“Maybe what he played was not a harp.” Golza’s voice had a few rare moments of seriousness, “Viktor …… always mentions ‘fate’ in his mouth, has a strange way of speaking, kills people but doesn’t like to do it himself… …I think I know who this man is.”
Huh? The tower master actually knew him?
“His name is Kismet, and he is not a native of the Western Continent. In my hometown, there have been many people who have seen this sorcerer. Heh, there was a rumor at the time that wherever he existed, there would always be catastrophic mass deaths. That’s why some people also called him the Death Messenger.”
“Death Courier!” This time Saul was truly subdued.
Victor, no, Kismet’s name made him unable to resist associating it with the Death Wizard Diary.
What exactly was Kismet trying to do by hiding his identity and sneaking to Ralph Manor? Did the golden pages that saved him from the soul storm also have something to do with Kismet’s setup?
Saul suddenly tightened his fingers, his bones could not help trembling, making a slight “cackle” sound.
At this time, Golza did not say anything, so this sound was very obvious.
“Scared?” Golza suddenly laughed softly.
But Thor took a deep breath and slowly calmed down again.
“Yes.” He did not deny the intense fear he had just developed.
That was the intense uneasiness triggered by the enemy’s unknown strength and unknown purpose, as well as the worry about whether or not Viktor and the golden pages that suddenly appeared were related.
A second-rank apprentice Sid plotting a diary, Saul could still find help to solve the other party. But if a second-order sorcerer also knew about the existence of the diary ……
Saul didn’t know if he could keep the secret of the diary, nor did he know if the other party could find out where the diary was through the clues.
And now that the golden pages seemed to have run into the diary, but Saul didn’t dare to check it immediately because there was a second-order sorcerer around all the time.
Anxiety also made his heart restless.
“You don’t have to worry too much. I will send someone to look into this matter, and during this period of time, you will stay in the Sorcerer’s Tower and not take on any outgoing quests.”
“Yes.” Saul hastily nodded, and then said with some hesitation, “How powerful is the tower master …… second-order sorcerer …… in the end?” Saul asked carefully, he didn’t know if the tower master would avoid this question, or would think that Saul was not yet ready to mention this question.
Looking at the nervous young apprentice, Golza let out a light laugh.
He snapped his fingers and a single couch was suddenly behind both of them.
It looked so soft that one could almost sink into it.
“Since you want to discuss this, I suggest you sit down and listen.” With that, Golza sat down.
Only his movements looked stiff, with his hands and feet stereotypically framed, not at all like he was enjoying the comfort of the couch.
Thor held onto the arm of the couch and slowly sat down, instantly sinking into the couch with the comfort of never wanting to get up again.
“This couch has something added to the padding that stabilizes mental power. I can keep one for you, so if you feel like you’re going crazy one day, you can also sit down and think about life.” Golza had a lighthearted laugh in his voice as he carelessly spoke creepy words.
“…… Good.”
Thor followed the Tower Master’s lead, resting his hands on the arm of the couch and his legs as far as they would go on the footrests below.
He just couldn’t be that relaxed in the face of Gortha after all.
Suddenly, he felt as if he wasn’t lying in a soft sofa, but in a coffin lined with layers of lining.
“Looks like you’re ready, so let me give you a brief lecture on the grading of the wizarding world.”
Golza’s voice became calm and slow, like a lullaby.
“I didn’t talk to you about this before because I didn’t want you to think about the abilities of the higher ranks when your strength was lower. It’s easy for you to go astray and not feel your true advancement.”
“But in the way of the people you are in regular contact with, who are not wizards of your same rank level, I’ll still give you a brief introduction. So that you won’t even be able to respond in advance when encountering a powerful enemy.”
“Respond in advance?” Saul repeated.
He looked at the tower lord across from him, unable to imagine what he could do to be able to cope even if he knew how powerful his opponent was.
Golza slowly raised a finger and wiggled it gently.
“Naturally, I will see if I can ask for help, escape or fight to the death. Or one could also leave oneself a quick death backhand before a deadly battle, preferably the kind that even obliterates the soul.”
Saul tightened his lips.
He hadn’t thought about preparing a painful death for himself like a dead soldier.
“There’s no need to feel embarrassed or frustrated. I’ve also prepared a way back for myself, I don’t want to die and have to do hard labor for others.”
Surprisingly, even the tower master had prepared a means of self-destruction!
Could it be that the more powerful a sorcerer is, the more they fear death?
But Tower Master, when you said that, you were facing the corpses in the storehouse, do you really not have a weak heart?
Saul stole a glance at the diary on his left shoulder and hurriedly shifted his gaze to the other side.
He thought of Morton, who had once been tortured in a soul storm and whose consciousness had become crippled, as well as Bill’s few people who would have to work for him after death.
“Maybe I can discuss this with the old diary brother and let him take my consciousness into the diary if I die. Other than being blurred out of consciousness and becoming clueless, it’s quite comfortable to dissipate at some point.”
“Wait, blurred consciousness?” A fragment flashed through Saul’s mind, suddenly connecting the diary’s ability to Victor’s methods.
He slowly clenched his teeth until a sour ache and a faint smell of iron came from his gums.
Was it a coincidence?
It always felt like Viktor’s ability was similar to the diary in some ways as well.
So is there a deeper connection between the two or not?
Third shift!
(End of chapter)