Baskabiru Guesthouse, 3rd floor, guest rooms.

The thousand leaf grass at the entrance seems to be aware of the cold sea breeze at night, and the leaves curl up to keep the branches warm.

Precious goose down carpets cover the entire room, and the large purple patterns look very charming.

The room is simply furnished, except for a fluffy bed, only a set of large solid wood tables and chairs.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows are lined with two wall lamps lit with dawn candles inside and out.

The dim candlelight, combined with the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, makes the room much brighter.

Even the glow of the red moon seemed to have lost its color, blocked out of the window by the light in the room.

Didn't find it?

"If you don't find it, it's the best discovery......"

Wayne stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes calmly watching the crowd as they walked out of the arena in the heart of the city-state.

The failure to find the powerful transcendent hidden in the arena at least proves that he is not on Ales' side.

If he was, it would have been impossible to be indifferent just now.

Even if he doesn't make a move, he should reveal his killing intent, or conduct a mental scan on him.

But Wayne was sure – no!

It was as if the man was just there to watch a few gladiatorial fights, and he played his role as a spectator from beginning to end.

Even like the pirates and nobles who were affected by the howls of fear, they pretended to be sluggish and muttered to themselves......

"Tsk!"

Wayne laughed, thinking about it, the man was quite funny.

Salvatore Samuel Cabo, as at least a legendary being, can act.

It seems that I have to ask for information about him through other channels, and I believe that such a powerful transcendent should be easy to check.

Without figuring out his identity, Wayne always felt that there was a sword hanging over his head, which prevented him from fully arranging on Alexei Island.

When, dangdang.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Please come in."

Wayne's spiritual perception swept around, and the innkeeper, Ericol Bascabiru? How did he get here?

Immediately afterward, Boss Erican pushed the door in and saluted meticulously, "Wizard Wayne, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late." ”

Oh?

Wayne turned around and glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and said, "It's okay, is there something wrong?" ”

The innkeeper's attitude seems to have become more respectful......

"Lady Flanda from the Colosseum just contacted me and asked me to pass on this spatial ring to you."

"Flanda?"

No wonder, it turns out that Elican already knows what is going on over there.

However, I didn't expect the "beautiful hands" lady to send the money so quickly......

It seems that she has just had a great impact on her in the gladiatorial arena, and she is not willing to wait even one night.

"Thank you, Mr. Elican."

"No, no, no...... You're welcome, that's what I'm supposed to do. ”

Ericon's head bowed slightly, his eyes fixed on the ground, and his ears buzzed, as if the words of the patriarch on the other side of the family just now were still echoing.

"Erikan, how's your relationship with the 'Wizard of Aberration' Wayne Lovet?"

"Huh?"

"Ahh

"Big brother, you know, that batch of thousand leaf clovers during the day......"

"Oh yes, that's what I helped prepare. I tell you now, you must never offend him, and you must provide the highest standard of service! ”

"Do you know what he just did in the Colosseum? Not only did he kill 'One-Eye', but he also drove everyone into despair, everyone! ”

"I heard you gave him an invitation? Now, immediately, let the idiots in the store move, and let all those in the know keep it a secret, this matter must not spread! ”

"It's hard for me to judge what the gladiatorial arena will be, for the time being, understand?"

"I, I remember, big brother......"

And just when Erican was in a daze and had not finished digesting the message from the family, the "beautiful hand" Franda Carneiro personally contacted him and asked him to transfer 500,000 gold pounds to Wizard Wayne.

After comparing the two, even an idiot reacted - what happened on the other side of the gladiatorial arena was real, and it was terrifying!

The commotion made by Wizard Wayne Loft over there was so big that even the Baskabiru family in the southern continent knew about it.

Even Ms. Flanda, the de facto controller of the Alexei city-state, had to bow her head......

Erican didn't expect that he would just send out an invitation letter casually, which would cause such consequences.

If you know...... He must have accompanied Wizard Wayne himself!

Thinking of this, Erican respectfully placed the space ring on the table, "In addition, regarding that batch of thousand leaf grasses, the family has just sent a message, and it will be delivered to Ms. Lacey tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Tomorrow? So fast? ”

Wayne was a little surprised and asked, "Even the messengers of the Nightmare Sect don't have this speed, right?" ”

"The family contacted a bishop of the Nightmare Sect, that's why it's so fast." Erican replied truthfully.

However, things are not as simple as he says.

Although the Courier was created by the Nightmare Cult, even the Nightmare Cult would have to pay a price to make the Courier faster.

To this end, the family directly sent out 100,000 gold pounds to make up for the nightmare origin consumed by the bishop.

Wayne gave him a deep look and thanked him again, "Thank you." ”

He had contracted a messenger himself, and was well aware of the Nightmare Worm's abilities.

Expediting such a thing as sending it would either feed it or contact the Nightmare Cult...... Either way, it shows that the attitude of the Baskabiru family towards him is friendly.

"You're welcome." Erikang saluted, "Then I won't bother much, and I hope you can enjoy the night at the Baskabiru Inn." ”

"Hmm."

Wayne looked at his cautious look and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

It seems that the matter of the gladiatorial arena has a much greater influence than he imagined.

[Congratulations, you have spent another day safely.] Evaluation: The name "weak chicken" is no longer appropriate, and now your new name is - strong chicken. Reward: +3 Survival Points. 】

Strong chickens?

Wayne rolled his eyes, turned to the bed, and went to sleep.

The panel is as inappropriate as ever, so can't you give him a normal name?

For example, the invincible, the uncrowned king, or the wizard who spreads fear......

……

……

Bang!

The sound of the door breaking broke the melodious music in the room, and also woke up old Jack, who was lying on the chaise longue and sleeping leisurely.

He got up and looked at the young man in the dark green dress at the door, frowned slightly, and said in an unhappy tone:

"Ubuli, I need a reasonable explanation."

"Explain?" Ubley gritted his teeth and stepped into the room, glaring at Old Jack with a gloomy face, and snorting, "I just need an explanation!" ”

"Huh?"

"Old Jack, do you know that the aberrations wizard that Ales is dealing with has arrived on this island?"

"You know, you're not going to see him early, are you?"

Ubley didn't answer, and continued to ask: "Then do you know his current strength?" ”

"His strength?"

Old Jack's brows furrowed a few more points, and after thinking for a few seconds, he beckoned to open the rune circle arranged in the room, and motioned, "Sit down and talk." ”

Ubley walked over and sat down next to him, without immediately speaking.

His face was a little pale, his long hair was a little messy, and his neat dress was wrinkled with running.

On the way back, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

That's nearly a minute, that's enough time for him to die eight times!

If he was hit by a spell cast by the wizard when he was acting in the back, he didn't know if he would be able to wake up......

Seeing his expression, Old Jack pursed his lips and asked, "Tell me, what did you find?" ”

With what he knew about Ubri, such a powerful and transcendent person with a flamboyant personality rarely showed fear and confusion.

Even the original Ales did not let him succumb.

"Hoo ......"

Ubley came back to his senses, let out a long breath, dispelled the vague vision of the Death Realm in his mind, collected his thoughts, and spoke slowly.

"After leaving you, I followed the traces of the origin of desire and went to the gladiatorial arena in the center of the city-state, where I ......"

“…… When I woke up, you know what I saw? ”

"I saw a scene like a deep abyss - everyone, without exception, all fell into a state of distraction!"

"They're either muttering sluggishly, or they're completely unconscious, and some are on their knees crying......"

Speaking of this, Ubley's mind came back to the scene in the gladiatorial arena at that time, and he looked at Old Jack with a gloomy face.

"'One-eyed' had his head removed, and he was covered in wounds."

"'Pretty Hand' Flanda is frantically slapping the 'Killer' in the face, trying to make him wake up early, but it doesn't work!"

"No matter what she did, Hornatan was like losing her soul, not hiding from her, without any conscious ......"

"Can you imagine the fear it caused me? If I had been in that state at the time...... Doesn't that mean I can only be slaughtered by people......"

After listening to him quietly, Old Jack frowned and thought silently.

Cover everyone in the entire arena......

They also include three great pirates who have reached the level of the Hand of the Kingdom, as well as Ubley, a man with special transcendent characteristics......

From this, it can be inferred that the spell cast by Wayne has an extremely wide range and is extremely terrifying.

Incapable of resisting?

It seems that in the past month, not only has Alez's strength improved, but the strength of the gentle and shy young investigator in the city-state of Custer has also improved by leaps and bounds.

Old Jack took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and asked, "What are your plans for this?" ”

"Plans? I'm going to quit this mission! Ubley's tone was resolute, "I can't think of any reason to stay in the face of such an irresistible spell. ”

"What about other than quitting? You know, Ales wouldn't agree. ”

"If he doesn't agree, then come up with a solution!"

"What else?"

"And ......"

Ubley was stunned, looked at Old Jack, whose face had returned to calm, and asked suspiciously, "Why aren't you in a hurry?" Or have you already thought of a way to deal with him? ”

Old Jack shook his head and said, "It's just that I know very well that Ales can't wait any longer, and he has given almost everything for this operation." ”

"Did he think about the consequences of defeat?" Ubley scoffed, "If we can't resist that spell, we won't be able to get within a hundred meters of him." ”

"There's no way to stop planning because of a spell, can you?"

"Then you go on, I'll quit!"

"Contract ......"

"I'd rather bear the price of the contract backlash than pay for my life!"

"Even if it becomes an ugly deviant?"

"I ......" Ubley thought of the contents of the contract, his face cloudy.

Seeing his expression, Old Jack understood.

If he didn't come up with a way to deal with that spell, even if he was forced to participate in the mission in the end, he would probably shrink back.

"Don't make a decision in a hurry just yet, everything will wait until Ales arrives, okay?"

Ubley was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, "Yes." ”

"Alright," Old Jack breathed a sigh of relief, "don't go out for the next two days, I'll find a way to get in touch with Ales in advance and inform him of this." ”

"Hmm."

Ubley lit his cigar, took a puff, and slowly exhaled, a hint of fear still lingering in the depths of his silver-gray pupils.

For transcendents like them, the more powerful they are, the more they can feel the truth of that country and the horror of that figure.

Even if the memories of that place in his mind were so faint that only vague outlines remained......

"Old Jack, you know what? I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of the unknown being. ”

"Perhaps, behind that young wizard, there is a god!"

God?

Old Jack was silent, and with his knowledge, of course, he knew that the gods were real.

But they are far beyond his knowledge......

"Rest well, Ubley."

"Hmmm......"

Old Jack sighed helplessly, got up and packed the door, and the cries of the pirates that came to his ears from time to time corroborated what Ubley had said.

"I see, I see a great god—"

"What does he look like?"

"I don't remember, strange, I'm obviously impressed, there...... It's scary! ”

"How scary?"

"Yes...... Oops, don't you believe me? It's really horrible, everyone else saw it as much as I did......"

Perhaps, Ublis is right.

If there really is a god who is ready to protect Wayne and is willing to act for him......

Then he and Ales will have only one end......

Death!

……

……

Outside the Alexei city-state, in the port district, in the tavern of gold.

Because late at night, the bright gas lights have long been turned off.

Inside and outside the tavern, the dawn candle lights illuminate the dim glow, reflecting the ruddy-faced drinkers.

Ronan staggered in, following the example of the other pirates, and hugged a coolly dressed girl through the slightly crowded tavern hall into the elaborately decorated room at the back.

"Mr. Pirate, are you from the Colosseum?"

"Huh? How do you know? Ronan was puzzled.

"The smell on your body told me." The girl smiled charmingly.

"Taste?"

"It's the smell of blood, the whole of Alexei Island, only there is permission to kill."

"And what if I didn't come out of there?" Ronan raised an eyebrow, his small triangular eyes making his expression slightly comical.

"Then I can only pray that you will forgive me for the sake of the ultimate service......"

The girl's palms slid over the two slightly rough mechanical arms and landed at the collar, helping him open the jacket.

"Forgiveness?"

"Or, punishment? You decide. ”

The girl looked at his strong chest, licked her lips, and then gently removed the silk skirt and turned her back to him.

"Mr. Pirate, are you going to punish me?"

Ronan stared at a pair of triangular eyes, looking up and down.

This is the life of a pirate?

It doesn't feel like it's as interesting as the undead creatures in the institute......

Bang!

"Huh?"

The girl who had been hit collapsed to the ground, and the last thought flashed through her mind -! I wouldn't really like it!

Ronan smacked his lips and muttered, "It's a pity, it's alive." ”

With that, he turned to the corner of the room and set up the rune circle.

Then take out a black trophy and press the gem button in the middle.

"Build number 28, Name: Salvatore Samuel Cabo, who are you contacting?"

"Annette, it's me, don't play dead."

"Sorry, working hours, no small talk. Again, who are you contacting? ”

"Got it," Ronan shook his arm to support his forehead, looking defeated, "I'm looking for Boras M. Deputy G. McClure, Interior Number: 112. ”

"Wait a minute......

After a while, the gray mist rose, and the illusory image projected Boras's slightly cold skeletal head.

"Hi Boras." Ronan waved his mechanical arm, "How about my outfit?" ”

"Very good, very suitable for you, Wizard Salvatore."

Boras leaned back, leaned back in his high-backed chair, and clicked, "I'm sure you've seen that little guy before, right?" ”

He glanced at the girl lying on the carpet beside him, and the red glint in her dark eyes flickered.

This bastard plays with such flowers?!

"See."

Ronan, no, Salvatore dismisses the illusion spell and returns to its original form.

I saw that he was wearing a black dress, with a slender figure, a delicate ruby necklace on his chest, and long gray and white hair that was scattered, setting off the handsome face that could be vaguely recognized.

Even more striking is the center of his eyebrows, where there is a pattern of intricate patterns - the black fire symbol of the ghost!

"As you said, a very young occult wizard with extraordinary talent."

"Runes, potions, and spells are all proficient, and the effects of spells are all mutated, and the level is not low......"

"Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have had a hard time believing that he did it in two months."

Boras bowed slightly, and asked, "Tell me something I don't know, have you found any traces of special origin mutations?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Salvatore Legends!"

"Well...... Salvatore muttered for a moment, "something unusual indeed. ”

"Oh?"

"Spell first,"

Salvatore's black eyes like a deep abyss did not have a trace of brilliance, and even if there was an illusory screen in front of him, there was no figure reflected in the pupils of those eyes.

He stretched out a finger and said, "The mutation of the spell is not like the effect of the rune modification. ”

"Rune fusion?"

"That's right! I'm pretty sure that the runes he fused were very rare, and it was even possible that the one who came up with the theory. ”

"What do you mean...... Origin runes of the gods? Borras slammed into front of the screen, "Are you sure?" ”

"Without in-depth research, of course not sure." Salvatore spread his hands and said helplessly, "Unless you are willing to let me put him on the bench......"

"Then you don't have to, say anything else."

"I knew it was ......"

Salvatore muttered, then pointed to the black fire symbol on his eyebrows and asked, "The second anomaly is his Origin Descendant, you should be aware of the potential limitations of the spell brand, right?" ”

"Go on."

"The limit for a wizard-level Origin Descendant is ten spell imprints, but that requires at least eight of his Origin Descendants. But I found out that the kid's origin descendants were only four, but the spell runes on two of the descendants had reached ten! ”

"Four?" Boras subconsciously knocked down two rows of crystal teeth, "Origin Mutation!?" ”

Salvatore nodded, "I can't think of anything else besides that. And I think he should have a deeper hidden anomaly! ”

"Huh?"

"The existence that made him grow in strength so quickly! You don't think that there really is a wizard who can become as strong as him in two months, do you? ”

"That's what I thought!" Boras's red eyes flickered and clicked.

Salvatore: "......"

has improved so much in such a short period of time, and since the appearance of wizards, there has only been such one.

This skeleton can't really be a fool after I've been in the institute for a long time, right?

"In short, don't do superfluous things! It's your job to protect him, not to take him into your lab and tear him apart! ”

"Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

Salvatore said regretfully: "Well, since you insist, I will complete the task assigned by the school." ”

"Well," Borras reminded again, "it's not just me, it's the chief. ”

He had to be reminded like this, otherwise, with the character of the legendary wizard in front of him, it was likely that he would be abducted to that research institute while protecting Wayne.

When the time comes, whether it will become a part, or a puppet, or some other mess, is not something he can imagine.

"Yes, got it...... Boras, don't keep crushing me with my brother, okay? I'm also a member of the Ghost School. ”

"I'm sorry."

"I accept your apology, but I hope that when I return to the school, you will give me a reasonable explanation." Salvatore pouted and said.

"Yes." Boras nodded, "Hopefully, Chief Wakraf will have returned from the world of the dead by then." ”

"It's better not to, he's too annoying......"

As the words fell, Salvatore took the initiative to turn off the black contact, a bright smile on his face.

I can't let that kid into the research institute and lie down, but I didn't say I can't let him stand up and go in.

Or give him a position as an assistant in the Center for Taboo Studies?

(End of chapter)