Chapter 513: This is the land of no man.

Chapter 513: This Is No Man’s Land

A bit of crystal fell on Saul’s face, and he looked up to find that it was actually raining.

It wasn’t even noon yet, and the sun was still high in the sky, but a thick cloud floated overhead at some point.

Below, Claude’s story had come to an end.

“This incident then became a nightmare that I could never forget. Later on, after I managed to get promoted to a full-fledged wizard, I left that wizard and returned to my original village. In order to stop being trapped in the nightmare, I remade all the dead villagers and brought them here and through the dream bell.”

Claude held up the shell wind chime in his hand, “This is a sorcery prop given to me by that sorcerer, and my current mentor. It can control the corpses of the villagers and disguise them as if they were still alive. But suddenly one day, the villagers here started to have autonomous consciousness. What’s even more terrifying is ……”

Claude looked at Sol, “They behaved exactly as I remembered. But their personalities became incredibly extreme, and at the drop of a hat, they would kill.”

“You don’t know when the villagers were ‘alive’?”

Claude shook his head, “I didn’t look deeper into it, because it’s possible for any bizarre situation to occur in the Masterless Land. But not two years later, things changed again. There was suddenly an additional rule in the village, that the one who strikes first, must be able to kill the one who strikes later.”

“How did you discover this rule?” Saul asked.

Claude couldn’t have the same golden pages that allowed for multiple virtual death maneuvers as he did, could he?
“Because I’ve been killed countless times in this village.” Claude tilted his head, the broken wound on his neck unusually obvious.

Herman: [Is he unkillable in this village?

Ann: [I think it’s just that he can’t be killed by these creepy villagers, right? Why else do you think he walked out on his own? Wasn’t he still held against the back of his head by his master’s Dark Spirit Blade?]

Morton: [Look at him, he’s just an ordinary first rank, if master doesn’t help him today …… hmmm, he won’t be able to live for a few years. The master said that it is an equal exchange are cheap to him. He begged the master is more or less the same.]

Saul listened to Claude’s narration while reading the discussion of the conscious bodies in the diary, “That is to say, you have become a member of the rules of this village even though you are still alive. You have been tainted just like the other villagers.”

Claude did not deny it.

Ever since he was killed and reborn by the villagers every time, he understood that he was actually abnormal.

But he didn’t dare to try and see if he could still be revived if he was killed by someone else.

Saul’s heart was already in the right place when he heard this.

He jumped down from the roof, “Although you and the villagers can still be resurrected after death, there is nowhere to replenish the pollution and energy consumed during the process, so you placed the village here and killed people passing by to replenish your soul energy whenever you wanted, right?”

Claude hesitated, but he sensed the tiny blade stuck in the back of his head and did not act rashly for the moment.

“Actually …… this village wasn’t in this place to begin with. Although there will be more passersby here, but for me, too many people is not a good thing.” Claude brought up an incident, “Six months ago, I suddenly received a letter. The person who wrote the letter told me that if I didn’t want to be alienated into a monster, I should move here and wait for someone.”

“Wait for who?”

“The letter didn’t say, but I think now that it might have been for me to wait for you.”

Saul was suddenly flooded with not-so-good memories, “Who was the person who wrote the letter?”

“Kismet.”

The corner of Sol’s mouth twitched, “Very well.”

He walked over to Claude, “Now, I’ll help you recover first. As for the other villagers, it’s up to you to provide any other valuable information.”

One hour later.

The small village was bustling again.

The villagers seemed to have forgotten that a sorcerer was coming to pick an apprentice, they hadn’t been this relaxed for a long time, and they stood in the streets in a happy mood to share their feelings at this moment.

Saul and Claude stood in front of the village headman’s house like two invisible people.

“Thank you.” Claude thanked him earnestly.

Sol, on the other hand, examined the cream-colored shell wind chime in his hand, which was one of the prices Claude had exchanged, the Dream Chime.

It was said to soothe spirits and weave a new memory into them.

“While the pollution made the villagers terrible, it also gave them the power to exist in the world. Now that most of the pollution has been removed, these villagers won’t be around much longer.” None of the people in this small village, except for Claude, were living, and the reason for the formation of the existence was a mystery.

When Sol sucked out the pollution from it, these villagers regained their normal human temperament, but their vigor was also dissipating rapidly.

Maybe it could still exist for a month? Or ten days?
“I know, I noticed it the first time you sucked the contamination out of that girl. But it’s a relief for me, and for them. Maybe out of this weird law, they can rest in peace, and I can finally let go of the past.”

“Good luck, then.” Saul put away the wind chimes and turned to leave, and halfway there, he suddenly stopped and turned back to ask him, “I haven’t asked yet, who was the wizard who took you on as an apprentice?”

Claude was also in a bit of a trance, and he carefully recalled his memories before saying, “My mentor was a third-ranked sorcerer, Clark the Dream Maker.”

A third-order sorcerer?

Saul was a bit surprised, “The rules in this village were also made by your mentor?”

Could a third-order sorcerer be so powerful?
“Impossible …… I can think of something. The reason the rules here are so powerful is because it is recognized by this land. This place …… is a masterless land!”

Just then, the little girl ran over and pulled Claude’s clothes, “Little Claude, little Claude, I found a nice big tree hole.”

Claude stopped looking back at Thor, smiled and bent down, allowing the girl to lead him away.

Agu: [He still doesn’t want to come out of this dream].

Morton: [Can’t see what’s so special about him that he could be seen by a third order wizard.]

Ann: [Maybe that third order wizard has another agenda.]

Herman: [……]

Saul had already left this nameless village about five hundred meters by now, and the brown dirt road under his feet suddenly turned into grass.

He turned back again, and behind him, he had already lost sight of the village.

Up ahead, Marsh was standing in front of the car waving excitedly at him.

Seeing Saul return, Marsh stammered, “My lord, you just, suddenly disappeared, and then, suddenly appeared again.”

“That was a double iteration of sorcery and rule effects.” Saul, who had just gathered quite a bit of information about the Masterless Land, was still in a good mood.

He jumped onto the carriage in two steps, and he was just about to bend down to enter the carriage when his legs suddenly went soft and his entire body fell in.

Marsh was originally holding the door and waiting for Saul to enter, but he saw him fall headfirst into the car.

Marsh’s eyes widened at once.

But in the next second, he closed his mouth tightly that wanted to exclaim in shock, and as soon as he closed the door of the car, he sat back in the carriage expressionlessly, shook the reins, and drove off in the other direction.

At the same time, the little girl who was squatting by a big tree and talking to Claude suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Claude asked her as he bent down.

“The sound of water is gone.” The little girl shook her head.

Claude didn’t understand.

But the little girl didn’t answer him, shaking her head.

Claude stood up, only then noticing that the others around him were shaking their heads similarly.

Or rather, shaking their heads like bottles.

Claude frowned, contemplating, and only after a moment did he follow their example and shake his head.

“Wah-wah-wah.”

He said, puzzled, “The sound of water …… is obviously always there, isn’t it?”

Sol: I’m not dizzy!

(End of chapter)