Chapter 55: The Guest's Door (I)

At night, the Vimpal Academy, when viewed from the direction of the town, looks like a huge shadow in the darkness, looming over the remote village from the cliff slopes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Icy silver hooks slowly rose from the side of the mountain, hanging above the dome of shadows.

Even to the people of this town, Wimpal Academy is a mysterious and somewhat feared place. Who knows what the wizards are doing in there, and what they are planning? It's just that every night when you can see the moon, the phrase "If you don't sleep the wizard is going to come and get you", can make the naughtiest children go to bed obediently.

However, not everyone has the heart to enjoy this "strange" night view.

The evening breeze blew, and in the dim light of the fire outside the tavern door, a figure hiding in the corner shrunk his neck, carefully pouring a little insight from the bottle in his hand and smearing it on the wall.

Soon, the transparent liquid gradually dried up, and suddenly a gray-blue spot appeared on the sludge-covered wall, emitting a strange light. The face hiding in the shadows showed a look of surprise.

He began to rummage around, carefully groping for almost a quarter of an hour. Finally, in the brick gap in the corner, a hidden letter was found.

He'd been waiting for this for a long time - he hadn't met anyone since the accident in Gumu Town. Out of caution, I didn't take the initiative to contact the outside, just waited patiently.

He couldn't wait to open the letterhead, and he could recognize the handwriting on it at a glance, it was the guy who came to meet him last time - he hesitated a little, he also knew a rough idea about Gumu Town, didn't that guy have an accident?

Or is it just a fake death, a means to hide from the wizards of Wimpal?

Whether it was or not, he wasn't going to wait any longer. If you miss a big thing because you're too timid, that adult will never let him go!

After hesitating for a long time, he left the shadows of hiding in a trembling state and went to the address on his letterhead, a dilapidated dwelling near the village and town, which was found almost everywhere in the countryside.

I hid outside and knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside. Did he come too early?" he guessed, but he mustered up the courage to push the door open and lean in.

"Someone's !!!!"

Before he could enter the house, a figure suddenly appeared from behind, grabbed him by the throat from behind, dragged him into the room, pressed to the ground and locked his hands in shackles. Before he could open his mouth to shout for help, the cold short knife was already against his mouth.

"I advise you not to do this kind of futile work, sir. Loren, who was squatting in front of the other party, reminded "kindly": "There is no one around here, and it is useless for you to shout loudly." ā€

The man nodded quickly.

"Alright, let's make some rules of the game. The smiling Loren pressed the tip of the knife against the other's skin little by little, swimming from his lips to his throat: "The rules of the game are that if you dare to pronounce a spell or try to cast a spell in any way, I will pierce your neck and tear off your entire jaw!"

The cold blade against the Adam's apple made him nervous and unable to utter a word.

"I'm guessing you're still wondering what's going on, so let me explain it to you - I forged the letter, and the handwriting was learned from the wizard sorcerer's spell book, and of course he was killed by me. Unfortunately, I found out that he had been here, so I set a trap. ā€

"To be fair, I didn't expect anyone to take the bait. But I guess there should be a contact person in this village, so ...... This gentleman, you can really memorize it. ā€

"You're from Wimpal Academy?!"

"The reaction was quick, but it didn't work. Loren replied with great regret: "How many people are there in that 'organization' of yours?"

The man didn't answer, but turned his face away.

"Why are you all like this, non-violent non-cooperation or something. Loren shook his head regretfully, as if he had no choice but to do anything: "Well, I'm not a rough guy, so let's change the question - is there anyone else in the village besides you?"

"Don't count on it, academy minions!" his voice trembled a little against the tip of the knife on his Adam's apple: "That broken academy will soon be finished, and you will all be hanged one by one!"

"You're draining my patience. Loren's voice grew colder and colder: "Last chance, what's the name of your leader?"

"Don't dream, if I tell you, he'll kill me, and then ......"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his cruel words, Loren, who suddenly got up, kicked him in the face, and the fragile bridge of his nose and boots had a "close contact", and he also broke two front teeth.

"Wait, I'm aaaa!!!!aa

Loren didn't give him a second chance to speak, and once again kicked him in the face against the wall. Each time, the soles of his feet became more and more forceful, the skull and the wall made a crisp collision sound again and again, and the corners of the eyes of the person foaming at the mouth of blood even began to bleed, and Loren had no intention of stopping.

"Wait, I say, I say!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in knowing. The cold-voiced Loren pressed his face against the wall again, leaving a dark purple shoe print on his mud-covered cheeks: "I'm more interested in how long you can hold on now." ā€

One, two, three, ...... "patient" Loren counted the teeth that burst out of the other man's mouth, and even the eyes seemed to be about to fall out of his face, although the whole face was already distorted...... He's alive anyway, isn't he?

"His name is Karan, Kalan cough ......!"

The man who was covered in blood and dizzy shouted: "Please, cough cough, stop, stop!"

"I told you, I'm not interested. ā€

"Then what do you want to know, I said, I said cough, cough, cough, cough, ......cough,

"Your purpose - why did you kill Father Anthony, why did you come to Wimpal College, and why did you come to the church. Loren drew his short knife: "Tell me, and I'll give you a good time." ā€

"It was Karan, Lord Karan arranged it, and he summoned us and said he could give us a way to live. Coughing constantly, the man gasped for breath: "Wizards are too difficult to mix here, if you don't want to join your academy, you can only live like a mouse, so everyone agreed!"

"It's all nonsense. Loren interrupted: "I'm running out of patience. ā€

"Sixteen, there are almost sixteen of us!" he quickly spoke, "but only four of them are real wizards, and I'm just an apprentice......

"Killing Father Anthony is Lord Karan's intention, and I don't know why. Spit out the blood in his mouth, he continued, "As for why you came to Vimpal, it's because there's something hidden here. ā€

"What's that?"

"I don't know. The man coughed, "I don't know, I lied to you - that Kahlan guy never tells anyone what he wants to do, but that thing must be important to him, yes!"

Is there any secret hidden in the academy? The answer was somewhat unexpected by Loren, who he didn't expect it to be for this reason......

"You cough cough... Promised me. The dying man stared at Loren with eyes that were about to bulge out of his sockets: "Give me a good time!"

Of course, Loren would not object, this person has no use for himself anymore. Squatting down and gently wiping his neck with the short knife in his hand, thick blood flowed, and he ran out of breath after a while.

The body and the scene were cleaned up quickly. Loren stood outside the door as if nothing had happened. Now that you know the other party's purpose, the next step is to ......

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right wrist, as if it was about to melt his skin. Gritting his teeth, Loren immediately tore off the bandage around his right wrist - the serpentine rune that had never moved, glowing a dazzling red light as if it had burned.

Asriel!