Another wave crashed down on his head and face, and the fallen boy was pushed into the water, his limbs twitching and twitching.

The sea was knee-high, but he couldn't stand up.

The people around him heard the boy's struggle, stopped again, got up and looked in the boy's direction, but no one reached out to save him.

Between ups and downs, the boy's face occasionally shows out of the water and cries for help. But no one saved him, and the rest didn't even take off the black scarf from their faces.

They just looked in the direction the boy's voice came from, and their faces showed numb sadness.

Thor, who was not covered in a black scarf, naturally saw what was happening.

The rope around the boy's waist was broken. A transparent hand, pulling the rope from the direction of the deep sea.

Therefore, when the boy who fell down tried to climb up the shore along the rope, he actually walked towards the more terrifying deep water.

Thor's face turned cold.

The transparent hand was not the pale arm of a dead man that he had seen between the waves.

It was Tier 0 sorcery, the hand of a mage.

A faint vibration of magic power came, and Thor searched for even weaker fluctuations in mental power.

He turned his head to look in the direction where the spiritual power came from, and saw two wizard apprentices, a man and a woman, in the shadows below the cliff.

The man was tall and strong, with a blank face; The female bird leaned against the man's chest, turned her head, and looked at the boy struggling in the sea with a smile.

Just as the boy's struggle was getting weaker, Thor suddenly moved his fingers.

The cold water suddenly turned into gentle palms, and the boy was lifted up by his back and out of the water.

It wasn't until the boy stood up in a panic and a little confused that the hands turned into seawater again and slapped on the boy's thighs one by one.

Thor's act of saving people naturally attracted the attention of the two apprentices.

The man still looked at him expressionlessly, and the woman rolled her eyes unabashedly.

But they didn't make any further moves.

Obviously, the murder was just a whim, and they didn't want to get into conflict with another strange wizard because of it.

The mage's hand in the sea was also scattered, and the boy stood still, finally groping for his rope to break.

He licked his dry lips, which were not moistened by the sea, and cried out in a low voice, "My rope is broken." ”

His throat was so dry because of the choking that he sounded like a ghost hiding in the dark.

After a few moments, someone finally responded to him, "My side is the shore." ”

The man did not lie to the boy, he did step on the sand where there was no seawater.

But the wind and the waves distorted his voice, so that the boy could not tell where the speaker was standing.

He fumbled his way and took two steps, and then almost slipped.

Because of the struggle just now, he has come to a deeper place, and if he accidentally falls, he may drown.

It's too dangerous!

The boy finally managed to regain his body in the crash of the waves. But he had lost his place again.

Finally he gritted his teeth, and his tense lips began to bleed.

He carefully straightened his head, then lifted the black scarf from his face.

He didn't dare to look at the sky or the sea, he just wanted to quickly scan his surroundings and determine the direction of the beach.

However, no sooner had he turned his gaze 30 degrees than he saw the sand and a man standing on the beach covered in a gray cloak.

The man was standing near his companion who was picking up snails with him, but the companions apparently did not notice his presence.

Looking at the other party's dress and temperament, it must be a wizard.

The boy shrank his shoulders in fear, but it occurred to him that he had just suddenly lifted his hands.

The hands were so warm, compared to the cold water, it was like a winter stove.

The boy bowed deeply in Thor's direction. When he bent over, his face was wet again with the splash of the waves.

"He's pretty smart." Looking at the boy who bowed to himself and almost buried his head in the sea, Thor had a smile on his face.

"Algae, pull him over."

The little algae got the order, flew over, rolled up the boy's waist, lifted the man up directly, jumped out of the sea, and flew in the direction of Thor.

The boy struggled a little when he was caught in the algae, but soon quieted down and was honestly carried to Thor.

"Wizard-sama." The boy fell to his knees with the force of the fall, resting his forehead against the cold sand.

"Get up, I have a few questions for you."

The boy hesitated, he had met wizards before, but they had all told him to kneel and reply.

Or rather, it doesn't matter what posture he is.

But thinking of Saul's action to save him just now, he still chose to get up on his bones.

"What are you picking up?"

"Back to my lord, we're picking up black conch."

There is a black conch here?

The Black Conch is also a sorcery material, but it is not very valuable in the wizarding world, and it is not very useful.

Despite this, because of its association with wizards, it has become a rare delicacy in the eyes of ordinary people.

Wizard Tari also makes this dish, but Thor is not used to seafood and rarely orders it.

The most delicious thing about the black sea snail is a part of the internal organs of the snail, but eating too much of it will cause hallucinations.

There are also some wealthy people who use it as a hallucinogenic drug, using it to harm others and occasionally themselves.

Since there is a black conch here, Thor understands why someone would risk their lives to catch the sea here.

"Do you know how often soul tides happen here?"

Although he had already asked these questions once to the wealthy businessman Pound.

But the angle from which a wealthy businessman looks at the problem is certainly different from that of these people who risk their lives to catch the sea.

Hearing the words "soul tides", the boy's body shook again with his back to the sea.

"If you go back to your lordship, it has already happened in the past year...... Almost ten times. It happened twice in the last month alone. ”

Has it all become twice a month? Too often, right?

"Have you ever seen a soul tide? How harmful is it? I mean...... Will someone die every time? ”

"Back to the Lord," the boy pursed his dry lips, "and someone dies every time...... My father was caught up in it last month. ”

Thor froze.

I found someone casually, and I actually asked the person concerned.

In the mouth of the wealthy merchant Pang De, the frequency of soul tides was low in the past few years, only once or twice a year, and before the ship entered the port, it would receive a signal from the shore, and it would anchor outside for one night, and it would be able to enter the port normally the next day.

However, in recent years, the frequency of tidal events has increased, and few ships have dared to dock here.

In Pound's mouth, the complaint is more that Bluewater Bay has no port support, and the economy is not as good as before, but the soul tide has not brought many casualties because of this.

In the boy's mouth, these fishermen, who originally lived by the sea, could only return to the sea to support themselves after the depression in Bluewater Bay.

But even such a dangerous job as picking up black conch can only be joined with conditions.

The boy's father was a snail picker before he died, so the boy had a chance to inherit the job.

After listening to the boy's story, the sky became darker and darker.

The wind began to pick up at sea.

The people who had been picking up conch in the shallow area quickly returned to shore one by one with the rope.

It was only when they walked to the dry ground that they tore off their blindfolded black scarves.

Only then did they realize that the boy had returned to shore and was still talking to a mysterious man.

These snail pickers did not dare to approach or leave, so they could only turn their backs to the sea and shiver in the cold wind.

“…… Okay, you go back, I don't have a problem. ”

Thor had already learned a rough idea of how often the soul tide occurred from the boy's mouth, and didn't let him linger any longer.

But when the boy looked at the people behind him, he turned his head again and summoned up the courage of his life.

"My lord, may I ask my lord, I have two younger sisters and three younger brothers, you, can you see if they can become your apprentices?"