Chapter 260: Dragging Someone Into the Water

Chapter 260 – Dragging Someone Into the Water
The sudden sound of a tidal surge from inside the town, which was located in an arid region, coupled with the neat to bizarre graves outside the town, caused Saul to frown for a moment, thoughts racing through his mind.

“This town is being watched …… Is the secret behind the grinding sound fruit so complicated?”

The matter was about the diary, and Saul could not give up easily.

After thinking for a moment, he still decided to venture into the town.

However, when he placed his hand on the town gate once more, the diary, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly floated out from his left shoulder.

[316 Years of the Solstice Calendar, September 1st.
Neatly organized graves, does it look like a well-written invitation?

You’ve been invited to visit a deathbed feast in an uninhabited town.
However, you’ve gone behind the scenes by mistake.
You’ve seen the bloody truth.

Powerless to escape, you are drowned by the waves of history and the future.

The redder the curtain, the more the blood of the stagehands has been forged.

Now

You are also honored to contribute all your heart and soul to it.]

A death warning?
Saul quickly withdrew his palm.

“What exactly happened in Mill Sail Town? Surprisingly, even entering would trigger a death warning?”

“If I’m going to die even if I go in, then why is the old maniac still alive?”

“Was that person just now really the old madman?”

Saul closed his eyes and when he opened them again, the fear and hesitation that had just been in his eyes disappeared.

“Have I seen enough death warnings? The thing to figure out now is to circumvent death.” Saul sank down and re-observed the words on the diary.

Not only did this diary give death warnings, sometimes it would also give some solutions between the lines.

What Saul had to do now was to try to find the key points in these words and phrases that could lead to his death, so that he could take evasive measures.

“A deathbed feast? Does it refer to seeing the crowd before they die, or is there anyone who is about to step into death?”

“Mistakenly going behind the scenes, does it mean that I’ve discovered the truth of the drama, so revealing the truth here will lead to death? Then if I just look for the grinding sound fruit without exploring the reason behind it, will I be able to escape?”

Thinking this way Saul stepped forward once again.

Unfortunately the diary resurfacing still didn’t change the ending of his death.

“Isn’t this the key to the event?” Saul was not discouraged, he had long been used to countless attempts and deductions.

Soon he noticed another word.

“Single-minded, does the diary mean I need to find a helper?”

Saul looked back and the carter was standing on top of the ridge, looking his way.

Seeing Saul turn back, he hastily stretched his neck, as if waiting for him to name him.

“Although the mushroom on the cart driver’s head is a bit weird, it’s too weak and can only bully ordinary people.” Without the need for a diary prompt, Saul ruled out this option.

“Could it be that the diary wants me to go back and pull someone? But who to pull? I don’t feel comfortable with anyone else except Byron and Korie, yet by bringing them, I’m worried that I’ll get them into big trouble.”

Senior Byron was trying to figure out how to get promoted to full wizard, and all those evil spirits he had distilled were enough to get him into trouble.

Korie had just contracted the metal toxin and wasn’t sure if it had been fully resolved yet.

Calling the two of them up here, whether they could help or not was not to be said, but it might also jeopardize their lives.

Sol immediately gave up on the idea of pulling the two of them up.

He couldn’t call these two, he always had to find someone else, preferably a third level apprentice.

Strong, but not so strong as to completely suppress Sol.

Saul suddenly remembered the closest candidate – Mochi Mochi who lived in the Black Castle.

Saul once again walked to the gates of Mill Sail Town and thought to himself, “I’ll take Mochi Mochi in with me.”

This time the diary didn’t give another prompt.

“Is it because Mochi Mochi’s ability is special, or because he’s a third level apprentice?”

Saul returned to the carriage and had the driver go around the town to another part of the town in front of the gates.

It was closer to the desert, and not far away were the fields where the Sound Grinding Fruit was grown.

However, when Saul arrived here, he found that the wall that surrounded the field had collapsed for the most part, and there were many smoke and fire marks on the wall.

“There’s a fire here, could it be caused by the barbarian attack in the beginning?”

“I remember that reinforcements had already arrived when we left, it’s impossible to let such an important field be destroyed!”

Sol crossed over the debris to the front of the field.

“Hiss-” He drew in a somewhat distressed breath.

The field in front of him seemed to have had a huge fire, and everything was charred black.

On top of this charred land were hundreds more graves in neat rows.

The soil of these graves was also scorched black, and there was no need to guess that inside were again blood-stained clothes and pieces of flesh belonging to several different people.

Surely the Ground Sound Fruit would not exist here.

Since these walls had not been repaired, it meant that the people had not found any surviving Sound Grinding Fruit as well as seeds after the fire in the first place.

Otherwise, in order to replant it, they would have repaired the place. Saul took a deep breath, and this time he didn’t hesitate, he turned around and left, calling the driver to hurry to the Black Fortress Forest.

Normal rushing to Black Fortress Forest needed a day’s time, but this time, Saul purposely let the coachman speed up despite the consumption, and arrived at the destination in only half a day’s work.

“Bang Bang Bang!”

Saul knocked on the gate.

It took nearly five minutes before he heard footsteps of someone approaching.

The gate opened and the thin, tall Mochi Mochi, dressed in a special black dress, came out from inside the door.

“Aigoo aigoo, rare guest, rare guest, I can’t believe it’s you. Please come in quickly.”

When Mochi Mochi saw Saul, he immediately acted warmly and sidestepped to make way for the passage.

Saul nodded and looked back at the cart driver.

The cart driver had just acted a little strange when he walked through that dark forest path again.

Saul had thought that it was due to the cart driver’s psychological shadow from almost being replaced by the mushroom man last time, but instead, he saw a surprisingly joyful and nostalgic look on the cart driver’s face.

This made Saul a little uneasy about leaving the coachman outside the Black Castle.

“Can I let my coachman go in together?”

“That won’t do, that won’t do.” Unexpectedly Mochi Mochi refused without hesitation, “It’s not that I’m being unreasonable oh, ordinary people are not allowed to enter the Black Castle.”

Although Mochimochi was saying this with a smile, from the determination in the other party’s voice, Saul knew that this matter was afraid that there was no room for turnaround.

It seemed that the coachman was bound not to be able to enter the Black Castle, he turned back to the coachman and was thinking about how to place him, when he saw the coachman say with a sincere face, “It’s okay, my lord, I’ll just stay outside and wait for you.”

“Alright, then don’t wander off.” Saul admonished.

Saul followed Mochi Mochi into the Black Castle, and the slender gate closed noiselessly.

The coachman’s eyes suddenly rolled and he muttered to himself, “I’m not wandering around, I’m just going to see an old friend.”

After saying that, he jumped and ran deep into the woods.

Inside the Black Castle, Saul and Mochi Mochi stood in the narrow and ornate hall.

Perhaps because he had been promoted to the second level, this time, Saul was not harassed by the hidden things in the Black Fort.

“I received the news and heard that you were going to Desert City, so I was wondering if you would come over. But you’ve changed so much, this is the first time I’ve seen a living person who has undergone two witch body transformations in three years.” Mochi Mochi looked enthusiastic, a pair of slender eyes staring dripping, “Great, great, the little vines I raised have grown up too, can you let your tentacles spar with them?”

Unfortunately, Sol was not in the mood to cut with others right now.

He said bluntly, “Mochi Mochi, I came from Mill Sail Town.”

Mochi Mochi’s originally round eyes slowly narrowed into a thin slit as he said meaningfully, “Oh, so you came over to me because of this. How about it? Have you seen it? Not bad, not bad, right?”

Saul frowned slightly, was Mochi Mochi showing off his killing techniques to him?

His mind flashed to Ada and Penny’s appearance, and his heart tightened, “So do you …… remember a blind little girl in there? She may have been accompanied by a boy ten years older than her?”

Mochi Mochi froze and touched his tapered chin, “I’ve killed many boys and girls, and there doesn’t seem to be any blind …… ones.”

“That’s …… so.”

Mochimochi saw Saul’s appearance, knew that he had not yet gotten used to this way of dealing with things, and thought, “The little kid who has spent a long time inside the wizard’s tower is really still soft-hearted.”

“Are they your friends?”

“…… Sort of.”

“No!” Mochi Mochi interrupted Saul, “They are not. Don’t be friends with ordinary people, and don’t be friends with wizards. The former don’t know when they will die because of you, and the latter don’t know when they will kill you. Both kinds of death, you have no control over.”

“A sorcerer by choice is a sorcerer who chooses a solo path. You can have companions, you can have family, you can have power, but only if they can assist you in your growth. Beyond that, they are all irrelevant.”

“You will know more in the future. If you are fortunate enough to become a full-fledged sorcerer, you can have a dozen ways to extend your lifespan. And those ordinary people who have a hard time living to fifty are nothing more than wheat seedlings planted in the rice paddies every season to give you supplies on time. Are you still going to be hurt by the withering of a wheat seedling?”

His large, narrow hand rested on Sol’s shoulder as he said in a serious and slightly smiling manner, “The people of Mill Sail Town are just a wheat seedling that has grown crooked, much less worthy of your trouble. Since they have sought the blessing of the Sorcerer’s Tower, yet they are secretly colluding with the barbarians, this behavior is naked betrayal, and the Sorcerer’s Tower does not tolerate betrayal. If we don’t teach them a lesson and show the majesty of the Sorcerer’s Tower, won’t there be more and more of these things in the future? So what we need to do is to uproot the wheat seedlings that are already sick, so as not to infect the other wheat seedlings.”

Saul knew that many wizards were extremely cold-blooded and often used ordinary people as a bit more expensive sorcery material.

There was no need for him to waste his breath with Mochi Mochi on such notions.

However, sorcerers had good memories, and since Mochimochi had said that he had never seen a blind girl, he had never seen one.

It seemed that Penny and the others had left Mill Sail Town after the barbarian invasion.

Escaped with their lives.

As for the other people in Mill Sail Town, Saul didn’t have that much heart to care.

There was just one thing that Saul didn’t quite understand, was it possible to proclaim the majesty of the Sorcerer’s Tower by relying on neatly arranged graves and tightly closed town gates?

“So those graves outside the town, as well as the sound of the waves in the town were all deliberately arranged by you?”

Although what Mochimochi did, Saul did not agree with. But if the murderer was Mochimochi, then he should also have a way to safely enter the town.

What Saul had to think about now was perhaps how to impress him so that he would agree to take himself into the town to look for the Sound Grinding Fruit.

However, when Mochimochi heard Saul’s words, a pair of slender eyes slowly glared round again.

“What are you saying? I don’t seem to understand, I don’t understand ugh! Where is there a grave? What grave?”

Three thousand words in this chapter

(End of chapter)