A few days later, a secret message spread from Mobei to the wasteland.

A weird, big ship that travels on land.

Two men standing on the tuyere.

"Kaadis has planted a mark and can notify the people inside." One of them said firmly.

"This time I made a temporary change and acted in a hurry, and Cadis has not come back yet...... Will there be a problem with the imprint? The other frowned.

The first man shook his head, "The blood on the sprouts of the Lost Soul Flower is fresh, and Cadis may have been wounded in battle. Maybe it was so badly injured that he didn't come back. However, it doesn't matter if he dies outside. As long as the task is completed, he is useless. ”

"What if he gets caught by the men of the Wizard's Tower? Will it leak our plans? ”

"Rest assured. Before sending Kaadis out, his mentor had already left the mark of the Lost Soul Flower in his spiritual body. Even if someone tortured him, he wouldn't have remembered anything about the Lost Soul Flower. ”

"That's okay, the ability of the Lost Soul Flower is still credible. It turns out that you were ready to give up on him. Don't you feel distressed about losing a third-level apprentice for nothing? ”

The first man turned his head to look at the second.

He had a short beard on his face, but if one looked closely, they would have been writhing slightly.

The second man bowed his head at him.

"Are you testing my resolve?" He grabbed the second man's head and pressed him down against him, "I, Wilde, will definitely be the talker." Now that the agreement has been signed, I will not regret even trapping the entire land boat team. ”

Wilde, the captain of the Land Boat, is also the only official second-order wizard in this organization.

Because of Wilde's movements, the faces of the two men were close together.

It was supposed to be a distance close enough for a man to feel ambiguous, but in the next second, the beard on Wilde's face suddenly twisted and lengthened, digging deep into the flesh of the other.

Drops of blood coalesced and slipped from the latter's face, neck, and landed "tick-tock" on the rough wooden deck of the land-traveling ship.

It went through the gap and seeped in.

The second man's whole body trembled, and he wanted to speak, but his lips were already sewn up by Wilde's beard, and he wanted to open them, but he could only reveal the black threads that filled his mouth.

The man's blood-red eyes glared desperately upward, hoping that Wilde would see his intention to beg for mercy.

Wilde didn't look back at the man with a bloody face, he looked straight ahead, at the rising sun at the end of the desert.

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It was like the setting sun in his eyes.

It wasn't until the struggles of the person in his arms began to weaken that Wilde let go of the other party.

"Remember, when it is done, I will marry Kira and become the new king of Kema. And whatever happens to Kema in the future, you are not allowed to interfere. ”

The released man fell to his knees, his hands trembling and caressing his face as if he were touching a rough piece of sandpaper. The pain began to rise as the beard receded, causing the man's words to become choppy.

"Yes, yes, everything, everything according to the tripartite agreement."

Wilde nodded, "That's good." ”

"Then, then I'll go back first, and I'll send the news back as soon as possible."

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After the second man got off the boat, Wilde was still looking in the direction of the rising sun.

"Is that Thor really that important? I heard that Gorsa, who barely leaves the Wizard's Tower, once made a special trip to pick him up. Another man stepped onto the deck.

Wilde didn't look back, "So we're interested in that kid." However, several attempts to contact him failed. Gorsa seems intent on protecting him. ”

The newcomer rubbed his fingers, "I have a very devastating desire for the person Gorsa has a crush on. ”

Wilde said, "Aruba, you'd better not act on your own. Having ruined the plan, I wouldn't be the angriest person. ”

The second prince of the Principality of Knas is also the person they have the most hope of being promoted to a second-order official wizard at the moment.

It's a pity that the promotion failed unexpectedly a while ago, and he was injured instead. However, under the pretext of retreat to recuperate, he secretly came to the land boat alone.

After all, there are some methods of healing injuries, which are not good to be used openly and openly in this country.

"I know I don't want to bear the anger of those people for Gorsa for so long. Haha, but I just want to know, if one day, Gorsa finds that the apprentice he focuses on cultivating has become a guillotine guillotine, I wonder if he will still be able to laugh at that time? ”

"Gorsa's real purpose when he went out was not to pick up an apprentice~"

Suddenly, a laughing voice interjected into the conversation between the two.

"Who?" Aruba's face changed and he looked in the direction where the sound was coming from.

And Wilde was still staring at the rising sun.

At this moment, a silver-haired and handsome man with a flirtatious expression slowly walked out of the scorching sun.

He carried a harp in his hand casually, as if it was going to slip off his fingertips at any moment.

Wilde's gaze was fixed on the direction in which Kismet had appeared, as if he had just looked not at the rising sun, but at the silver-haired man standing in the sun's halo.

"Who are you?" Aruba had never met Kismet, but he knew the two knew each other by looking at Wilde's determined appearance.

"Just an inconsequential person." Kismet landed on the deck and shook the harp in his hand at Aruba.

Aruba looked at the harp, and memories of his failed promotion popped up in his mind.

That scene also seems to have something to do with the harp.

All the musicians in charge of the performance had already been executed by Aruba, but this only helped him to vent his frustration a little.

The frustration of the failure of the promotion has not been completely subsided until now.

Looking at the attitude of the silver-haired man in front of him when he faced Wilde, Aruba guessed that the person who came was also a second-order wizard.

He threw away the unimportant memories in his mind and straightened his tone slightly.

"Are you also a guest of the captain?"

Kismet leaned back, leaned against the railing, and placed the harp on a raised piece of wood.

"I'm just here to see the fun."

"You just said that Gorsa went out for another purpose, what the hell is it?" Wilde's brow furrowed impatiently when he saw Kismet and Aruba talking, but not on the more interesting topic just now.

Kismet turned his head sideways and gently hooked the strings with his little finger in a "ding-" sound.

"He's actually going to see an old friend. On his way back, he rescued his elementary school apprentice. ”

"Who did he see?" Wilde was a little worried that the appearance of Gorsa's old friend would affect their plans.

"A half-elf."

Terrible!

Both Wilde and Aruba's faces showed varying degrees of change in expression.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Will that half-elf affect our plans?" Wilde continued to ask.

"No, it won't." Kismet raised his index finger and shook it, "You also know how difficult it is for a half-elf to live in peace in this world. She's not going to do anything for anyone. As you know, every time a half-elf moves, it lowers her connection to the world. Once the connection is weak enough to a certain extent, she will disappear like the other elves. ”

"Even if the half-elves don't do it at will, how can you guarantee that her relationship with Gorsa won't affect our plans?" Aruba asked.

Kismet turned his head to the other side, facing Aruba, and smiled, "Because of the half-elf...... Also an old friend of mine~"