The smoke trembled slightly, and Mulus didn't say a word, but Ostahl knew he had been touched.

"Looks like you've already seen the little guy, what do you think of him?" Ostal said, "I haven't been in contact with him, but there is a little devil who has managed to hang around him for a while, and my disciple, my disciple's sister has also been a direct enemy of him, but their feedback is that this little guy is more of a warlock than a mage, and even if he is a mage, then his spellcasting techniques and ways of doing things cannot be taught by a mage from the Dragonfire Islands." It is incomprehensible that Alva and Kerry have been deceived, they are good-natured and always think of the good of others, but we are not, dear mage, we are not, although you were once a good person, you are now a geist, and belong to Grenada, your heart is full of resentment and hatred, your vision is always dark and your mouth is filled with the dust of the mourning wasteland, you serve your enemies in exchange for a little bit of dregs to maintain your existence- When you just lost your life, maybe Su Lun or Rosada called to you, but unfortunately their voices could not reach Gredi's feet, and now, as a poor geist, you can no longer hear their voices, even if you come to the mourning wasteland, the devil or the devil will not be kind to you, you are like a piece of sugar cane that has been chewed, even they don't want to squeeze more magical energy out of you than a small spoonful. Tell me, what do you think of when you see a healthy, young, energetic being, is it jealousy or hunger?" Ostal smiled pleasantly, "Your pain will make you see more things that those in a better position don't see, doesn't it, Cremar," he cautiously spat out the name, "It's obvious. It's a variant name, what was his original name, he's a half-elf, does he have an elven name?no, I don't think it's going to be that simple—dear Mulus, think about it, my disciple Beavis, I've heard of it, after all, he had served in the fleet at Fort Bi Point, and he had a good relationship with the elves, and my children used to hate him very much. It's like we hate you, and perhaps because of that, we know him a little better than the others, do you think your disciple would be Cremar if he had an apprentice or even an heir, even if his wife was a half-elf? No, his personality was like a flame and a hammer, like a dwarf, straightforward enough to be a little rude. Mulus, among those people. If I had to pick one, I think that former paladin would be more likely than the black-haired spellcaster we see now, and he doesn't look like your disciple at all. ”

The image of a mage composed of smoke is suspended in the air. His hands were in his empty robes, his face expressionless.

"I am also a spell caster and a guru, and I know what the relationship between a disciple and a guru is like. "Although there are many people who believe that the Warlocks of Grenada regularly abuse and kill their apprentices or disciples, of course, I do not deny that. But wouldn't a child who was an apprentice in a blacksmith's shop be struck in the head by the slag thrown by the blacksmith and died?' The baker's master would also throw into the oven the apprentices who had stolen nuts or honey, not to mention those who had stolen nuts or honey, and who had worked in tanning factories and fishing boats, and who would often only survive one out of ten? Even we should love our disciples more than those mortals, let alone you, our relationship is sometimes closer than that of father and son, look, even the temple of Tyre is engraved with such a law, a disciple of a spell caster can inherit all his assets if the mentor has no other orthodox heir, and even if there is, then those who have magic will be handed over to the mentor's disciples...... We are different, Mulus, and you have to admit it.

"I don't have many disciples," Ostarr continued, "but you won't recognize them?" Mulus, don't you notice the slightest hint as you watch them intently, observe how they wave their arms, listen to the way they change syllables, and even the way they tear their scrolls and break their wands? No, you can, every spellcaster has their own habits, and after they teach their disciples, they will always unconsciously bring out a little bit of it, and their disciples will inevitably transfer it to their own disciples after inheriting their characteristics, I can find your child from a hundred spellcasters, and you can too, so, Mulus, tell me, do you think that child has traces of Beavis?"

"What do you want me to do?" said Mulus, his mouth pursed tightly.

"No, is that right," Ostahl did not answer Mulus's question, "you have not been able to find that part of Beavis from Cremar, and according to himself, it has only been a few years since he left Beavis, and a young, recently departed mage from his mentor has been able to establish his habits and style in such a short time? No, how did he get the magic mark of Beavis?" You know, there are three people who have examined the mark, with the possible exception of the captain of the White Tower, who is only a mortal, but what about the mages around Mage Alva and the Eastern Crown Lord of the Dragonfire Islands? Are they blinded or perceived? And the treasures of Beavis that shouldn't have been known - the ones that even a true lich didn't notice?

Aha, now even I wonder if the little fellow is really a disciple of Beavis, what do you think, Mulus—of course, there is another speculation that is more credible," Ostahl said, as he calmly threw a piece of sulfur into the incense boat, and a puff of smoke rose from the ground, and Mulus cried out in panic, retracting his finger that was about to touch a magic script: "Let's talk," said the red-robed warlock helplessly. Geist is not very good at that, you see, Mulus, if you are not interested in what is next, I can send you back. ”

"Say what you ask!" shouted the mage's geist, who would be ashamed of his cowardice if he were still alive. Even at the cost of his life, he had to fight hard, but as Ostarr said, after he was killed, his soul was taken to a hot and evil place, where he endured countless tortures and mockery, and the most beautiful and precious things in his soul were destroyed, leaving only those weaknesses that he thought he had long abandoned.

"No requirements, Mulus," Ostal said, "let's continue the conversation, Mulus. Your disciple Beavis spent the rest of his life on meaningless revenge, and perhaps he thought it was worth it - but for more than a dozen years he had been in vain, and from the traces he had left behind, he didn't look like he had ever had an apprentice or a disciple, everyone who saw him...... Oh, Mulus, don't stare at me like that, I didn't have the time to pay attention to an ordinary mage, even if he was pretty good. But a human being, whose lifespan is destined to never reach the top of what we can reach, fortunately he at least knows where to find a lich, the Seventy-Seven Islands. Among the Seventy-Seven Islands, there are many friends of Grenada, who can be said to be quite lonely, and there are few humans in the territory. So even after years, they were still able to recall something - no, there was never another human around Beavis. ”

"That's ...... How's that?" said Mulus indifferently, "Beavis has already left. Never to come back, he has no children. ”

"Back to the previous question," Ostahl said, "how did Beavis's magical imprint come out? a sigil that can only be obtained by a disciple who has signed a contract with his mentor...... Or, have you heard that the lichs have a spell called High Detection?"

Mulus looked up, his body distorted invisibly from the smoke condensation, and Ostarr seemed to be completely unaware of the anomaly.

"I've spoken face-to-face with the most powerful lichs, and there are a few lichs who have always been my most loyal patrons," Ostahl lowered his voice, "so I have some knowledge of what they do, and Beavis's enemies are not prominent among the lichs, if not a bit mediocre, and there are many immortal spellcasters who are not satisfied with his methods, believing that he has single-handedly succeeded in lowering the IQ and taste of an entire Seventy-Seven Islands (which is really remarkable)- Especially since he has been entangled by a human spellcaster for so many years, he can't kill him, so ...... They sent a second lich. ”

Mulus's body trembled violently, and the smoke that was regularly entangled.

"Outsiders only know that the lich was killed by Beavis, but what about Beavis, did he die at the last curse of the undead, or did he give up his life on his own?, but most likely he died at the hands of another lich, so it is easy to explain - no one has been able to find Beavis's soul so far, whether in the mourning wasteland or elsewhere - he is gone, gone, as if it never existed. ”

"Where do you think he's going to go?" Ostahl finally asked.

"Cremar is not a lich. Mulus replied hoarsely, his body completely out of shape, looking more like a misshapen demon or a bonsai plant full of fangs.

"Yes. Ostar nodded, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to walk with an elf, especially since the elf with him is like a mother chicken with her chicks—but I think you'll wonder where he learned that sigil spell." ”

"You want this secret. Mulus said.

Ostahl was a little sorry, if Mulus was still a living man, he might have been convinced, but after becoming a geist, negative energy would make him evil and cunning: "I'll give you some freedom, Mulus," he leaned forward, "during this time, I promise that no other warlock will summon you to serve them." ”

"Because I'm working for you. ”

"If you must say so," said Ostal, "but what you have to do is simple, Mulus, and I will only want you to follow them, tightly, not for a moment, and observe them, and spy on them." ”

"And give back to you. ”

"You don't have to," Ostahl said magnanimously, "I can look for other geistels." ”

"They're going to ask for pay, too. ”

"All I need is the princess, the spellcaster, and the elves, and you can take the rest. Ostal gestured, "That's it, don't try to provoke me, it's going to be a very long time, it's a very good reward for the geist who is bound by our 'mother', it's not a good thing to be greedy, if you make me have to summon another geist, I'll torture you until you scream like you did when you were alive." ”

The mage's geist cringed visibly.

"I'll follow them," Mulus compromised, "when will it start and when will it end?"

"From the next moment," Ostar said, "to the moment I get the information I need." ”

"Listen to me. Mulus said, and then he bowed and disappeared from the smoke.

"The main plane is always full of fools. Ostahl said, reaching out to extinguish the incense boat.

――――――

Compared to the White Tower, the Beacon Fort, and Grenada, the Eastern Crown Island in the Dragonfire Islands fell into a strange calm.

Glenn had already gotten new news from Cremar, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the departure time, since the day the black-haired spellcaster appeared in Sharp Jaw Harbor, baby Glenn had not been well, blackmailed, threatened, betrayed, fought orcs, fought humans, fought shapeshifters, fought half-demons, fought pirates, fought mages and warlocks, even as a bloodthirsty thief, he felt that he should rest for a while.

Memmy had the same thoughts as him, "I'm a Floro priest!" she had shouted at Gülen more than once.

Upon returning to the side island, poor Reverend Flo even gave the task of receiving various guests to the other priests in the temple, and was so bent on stealing laziness that the only man who could enter her room was Gülen, but not every time they met warmly, more often they would lazily entangle themselves with each other, tasting the freshest crab meat and berries, drinking lightly tasting coconut wine, and wasting day after day without shame in the sea breeze. (To be continued.) )