Wizard From Afar

Wimpal Academy at night, if viewed from the direction of the town, it is like a huge shadow in the darkness, covering this remote village from the cliff's hillside. The cold silver hook slowly rose from the side of the mountain and hung above the shadowy dome.

Even for people in this small town, Wimpal Academy is still a mysterious and a little scary place. Who knows what those wizards are doing inside, and what are they planning? It's just that every night when you can see the moon, the phrase "the wizard will catch you if you don't sleep anymore" can make the most naughty children go to bed obediently.

However, not everyone is willing to appreciate this "curious" night scene.

The evening breeze blew, and under the dim firelight outside the tavern, a silhouette hiding under the corner shrank his neck, cautiously poured a little insight from the bottle in his hand and smeared it on the wall .

Soon, the transparent liquid gradually dried up, and a gray blue spot suddenly appeared on the wall full of sludge, emitting strange rays of light. The face hiding in the shadow showed a surprise expression.

He started rummaging around, cautiously fumbled for almost a quarter of an hour. Finally, a hidden letterhead was found between the bricks in the corner of the wall.

He has been waiting for this for a long time-since the accident in Ancient Wood Town, he has never met any guy who came to meet him again. Out of prudent consideration, I didn't take the initiative to contact the outside world, but waited patiently.

I can’t wait to open the letterhead, and he can recognize the writing on it at a glance. It’s the guy who came to meet him last time-he hesitated a bit. He also knows about Ancient Wood Town. , Isn't that guy already in trouble?

Or is it just a fake death, a means to avoid Wizard Wimpal?

Regardless of whether it is or not, he does not intend to wait any longer. If by any chance he missed the major event because he was too timid, that adult would never let him go!

After hesitating for a long time, he still shivered and left the shadow of hiding, and went to the address stated on the letter paper-a dilapidated and unpopulated house near the village. This kind of dilapidated house is in the countryside. Almost everywhere.

Knocked at the door, but there was nothing inside. Did you come too early? He guessed, but still mustered the courage to push the door and leaned in.

"Someone wú wú wú oh-!!!"

Before entering the house, the silhouette that appeared suddenly grabbed his throat from behind and dragged it in The room, pressed on the floor and locked his hands with shackles. Before he could speak for help, the cold short blade was already on his mouth.

"I suggest you don't do this kind of useless work, sir." Loren, who was squatting in front of him, reminded "kindly": "There is no one around here, and it's useless to shout loudly. "

The man quickly nodded.

"Very well, let's make a little rule of the game." Smiling Loren, put the tip of the knife against the opponent's skin little by little, and walked from his lips to his throat:" The rules of the game are, if you dare to pronounce an incantation, or try to cast a spell in any way, I will pierce your neck and tear off the entire chin!"

The cold blade hits the Adam’s apple On, he was so nervous that he couldn't even say a word.

"I guess you may still be wondering what is going on, so let me explain it to you-I forged the letter, and the handwriting was learned from the spell book by the wizard. Yes, of course he was also killed by me. Unfortunately I found out that he had been here before, so I set a trap."

"In all fairness, I didn't expect anyone to get the bait. But I Guess there should be a contact person in this village, so... this gentleman, you can really memorize it."

"Are you from Wimpal Academy?!"

"The reaction was very quick, but it was of no use." Loren replied very "regrettably": "How many people are there in your'organization'?"

The person did not answer but turned his face. Twist away.

"Why are you people like this? Non-violence and non-cooperation?" Loren regretfully shook the head, as if helpless: "Well, I'm not a rough guy. So let’s change the question—is there anyone in the village besides you?"

"Don’t count on you, Academy’s minion!" He was a little bit voiced against the tip of the knife on the Adam’s apple. Trembling: "That broken Academy will be over soon, when the time comes, you will all be hanged!"

"You are consuming my patience." Loren's voice is getting colder and colder "The last chance, what is the name of your leader?"

"Don’t dream, he will definitely kill me if I tell you, when the time comes..."

"Bang——!"

Before he could finish his cruel words, Loren got up suddenly and kicked his face. The fragile bridge of the nose and the boots had an "intimate contact". Two front teeth were also broken.

"Wait, I am Ahhh——!!!"

Loren didn't give him a second chance to speak at all, and kicked his face fiercely again. on the wall. Time after time, the soles of the feet were getting harder and harder, and the skull and the wall made a crisp collision again and again. The bloody mouth of the man's eyes even began to bleed, and Loren didn't mean to stop.

"Wait, I said, I said!"

"Sorry, I am no longer interested in knowing." Loren's cold tone pressed his face against the wall again , Leaving a deep purple shoe print on the muddy cheeks: "I am more interested in how long you can last now."

One, two, three A... "patient" Loren counted the teeth that broke out of the opponent's mouth. Even the eyes seemed to be about to fall out of the face, although the whole face was distorted and out of shape... Anyway, he was still Isn't it alive?

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

The bloody, dizzy person shouted: "Please, cough cough, stop. , Stop!"

"I said, I'm not interested."

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

"Your purpose-why did you kill Father Anthony, why did you come to Wimpal Academy, and the church." Loren pulled out the short blade: "Tell me, I'll give you a happy one. "

"Kalan, Master Karan arranged for him. He called us and said that he could make a way for us to survive." Coughing constantly, the man panted, "The wizard is here." It’s too difficult to mix up. 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 the other party: "My patience It’s almost exhausted."

"Sixteen, we have almost sixteen!" He quickly opened the mouth and said: "But only four of them are real wizards, and I am just an apprentice. It's cough cough cough..."

"Karran-sama meant to kill Father Anthony, and I don't know why." He spit out the blood in his mouth, and he continued: "As for why I want to find Wimpal , Because there is something hidden here."

"What?"

"I don't know." The man coughed: "I really don't know, I didn't lie to you ——Kalan never tells anyone what he wants to do, but that thing must be important to him, it must be!"

Is there any secret hidden in the Academy? This answer was somewhat unexpected by Loren. He didn't expect it for this reason...

"You cough cough cough...you promised me." The dying man, Staring at Loren with eyes that are about to protrude from his eye sockets: "Give me a good time!"

Of course Loren will not object, this person has no use value to himself. He squatted down and gently wiped his neck with the short blade in his hand, thick blood gurgling, and he was out of breath for a while.

Clean up the corpse and the scene quickly. Loren stood outside the door as if nothing happened. Now that I know the purpose of the other party, the next step is...

He was about to leave, and there was a sudden pain in his right hand wrist, as if he was about to melt his skin. Loren gritted his teeth and immediately tore off the bandage around the wrist of his right hand—the serpentine rune that was always silent, emitting a dazzling red light as if it was burning.

Asriel!