Chapter 261: We Can’t Lose Face of the Sorcerer’s Tower
Chapter 261 – Can’t Lose Face with the Sorcerer’s Tower
Could it be that those neatly arranged graves weren’t made by Mochi Mochi?
He had already admitted to killing there was no need to not admit to splitting the bodies.
Although the latter was even more cold-blooded and perverted.
“Sure enough things aren’t that simple, maybe there’s a third party I don’t know about that’s involved in Mill Sail Town.” Saul thought secretly.
Mochi Mochi, however, didn’t know that much, he looked a bit angry, his eyebrows y’d up.
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“Did someone steal the fruits of my labor? That’s abominable, that’s abominable!” He jumped twice in place, barely making a sound as his feet hit the ground.
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“Saul, Saul, what the hell has become of that town now? Tell me about it, tell me about it.” He urged.
Saul told Mochi Mochi about what he saw outside the town and the old crazy man at the gate and the sound of waves like an ocean inside the gate.
The latter listened for half a day, his brows getting tighter and tighter, almost wrinkling together.
“The gate is closed tightly, and also built them graves, how can this serve as a deterrent? No I have to go over and change it for him.”
After saying that he was even more anxious than Saul, pulling Saul and heading out.
“Go, I’ll show you what proper aesthetics is!”
Saul was pulled by Mochi Mochi and couldn’t help but follow him outside.
Judging from the former’s expression, the anger didn’t seem to be a disguise, but people nowadays were too good at acting, and Saul had to confirm it again, “You really didn’t make the grave square?”
“Of course not! If I did, I would have dug a thin ditch at the edge of the field and let the blood and flesh of these betrayers run as a mountain spring, so that those who come and go will get a good look at what happens to betrayal! Besides, besides, you know, I don’t like squares.”
Being pulled out of the gate by Mochi Mochi, Saul then saw the carriage outside the gate, and the driver was pouting and drumming on something.
“Carriage driver, carriage driver, stop playing, we need to hurry up and leave.” Mochi Mochi shouted as if he was the coachman’s master instead.
The coachman turned around in a hurry, jumped off the carriage, and stood to the side, “Alright, two lords.”
Saul saw that he was holding an old ceramic jar with a bit of dirt in it and a mushroom planted in it.
A white-skinned mushroom.
Mochi Mochi also glanced at what the carter was holding, but he just laughed softly, said nothing, and went straight into the wagon.
Saul whispers a word of caution as he passes the coachman.
“Always remember that you are a human being.”
The cart driver didn’t respond, but bent deeper at the waist.
After getting into the car and another wild ride, the two returned to Mill Sail Town at dusk.
After stopping, the horse that drove the cart was almost paralyzed with exhaustion. Although it was a good horse raised by the Witch Tower, it couldn’t resist such a continuous long-distance run.
The coachman jumped off the carriage heartbrokenly and hurriedly pulled out something from his arms to feed the horse.
At this time, Moqi Moqi had already jumped out of the carriage ahead of the others and crossed over the coachman towards the field.
He was very tall, and when he sat in the carriage before, he had been hunched over, shrunken his back, and lowered his head, with the top of his head resting against the carriage.
It looked uncomfortable.
But he himself didn’t seem to feel uncomfortable, and chatted with Saul with a frown on his face, talking about how once he caught that troublemaker, he would definitely peel off his skin and hang it on the city wall as a kite.
Saul didn’t move to listen, and only warned, “There’s something spooky in there, it might be dangerous.”
At first, when he heard Saul’s reminder, Mochimochi didn’t take it seriously, but when he stepped out of the carriage and stood at the edge of the field, the look on his face gradually became grave.
“Something’s not right.”
Saul was half a step behind Mochimochi, observing Mochimochi while looking at the square graveyard that he had ruined the overall coordination.
The shock and gravity in the latter’s eyes did not look fake.
It seemed that things had truly exceeded Mochimochi’s expectations.
He just didn’t know if he still dared to enter the town with himself to explore.
“This is a curse.” Mochi Mochi suddenly said in a deep voice, “Someone used the fruits of my labor to create this curse.”
“Is it dangerous?” “Not sure, I’ve never seen this curse before, what is it, what is it?”
“I don’t really feel a magic wave here.”
“It’s normal, curses are hidden, it doesn’t work in the same way as magical spiritual power. If it was easy for you to detect then it wouldn’t be called a curse.”
Mochi Mochi also followed Saul’s example and dug up a few graves, personally confirming the blood stains and chunks of flesh on them.
“Will we be tainted with the curse even if we touch these graves?” Saul asked from behind him.
“The curse is not simple. But because of that, you don’t have to worry about being cursed easily. The more powerful the curse the more complicated the conditions for its activation.”
Mochi Mochi shook off the chunks of flesh from his clothes and scrutinized the blood on them.
“This should be a blood-related curse.” After examining it, he casually threw the clothes aside again and walked back to the field.
“But it doesn’t look like this place is the source of the curse, it’s more like an auxiliary ritual, and it’s not even the key node.” Mochi Mochi looked towards the closed gates of the town, “If you want to undo this curse, you still have to go in.”
Saul didn’t move, “But I feel like it’s dangerous inside, are you sure you want to go in?”
Mochimochi’s eyes rolled, but still said, “Just go, are witches still afraid of danger? There are people who dare to come to the door to provoke, if I don’t respond, won’t I lose face in the Sorcerer’s Tower?”
Of course sorcerers were afraid of danger, let alone sorcerer apprentices.
Saul had long since stopped believing that a sorcerer would have the idea of “going towards the tiger mountain”.
This Moqi Moqi also had something to hide from him, entering Mill Sail Town may not be for revenge, I’m afraid it is still profitable.
Saul does not care about this, we are all in the same boat.
After entering Mill Sail Town, we will each rely on our own abilities. There is no need to blame each other if anything goes wrong.
Mochi Mochi walked in front and pressed his hands on the town’s gates – this time, the old madman did not appear to stop them again – and with a little force, the sound of wood cracking was heard.
The gate then opened, and the damaged bolt behind it fell to the ground.
“Saul you don’t have to come in if you’re worried, you don’t have to.” Without looking back, Mochi Mochi stepped over the bolt and into the town.
Saul said nothing as he walked under the gate and looked in.
It was still the same somewhat dilapidated street, only at this time, the town was empty.
The diary still hadn’t run out to remind Saul.
It seems that Mochi Mochi had a big role in this adventure.
“Should I say it’s worthy of being able to station at the Wizard Tower’s field station all year round? It’s not really possible to be competent without two brushes.”
Saul smiled faintly and walked into the town as well.
As he stepped through the gate and past the broken bolt, the gate behind him suddenly closed with a bang.
Saul glanced back, “That’s about as good as it gets in the movies.”
He turned his head again and saw that Mochi Mochi had already reached the intersection and was about to turn in, and hurriedly quickened his pace to follow.
Not long after Saul left, a brand new wooden peg suddenly appeared on the closed city gate.
……
At the same time, a large caravan of nearly a hundred people was crossing the desert, heading towards Mobei City.
This was Knuckles’ caravan.
Inside the largest and most gorgeous of the carriages sat the seventeenth princess of Knaus.
She was in her early twenties and had yet to marry.
However, with her enchanting figure and charming demeanor, she is already a master of love who has read a thousand sails.
Only nowadays, her charm has failed.
The man sitting in the corner of the carriage just held the harp, but didn’t want to hug her, a soft, fragrant beauty.
One more chapter in the evening.
(End of chapter)