Diary of the Death Wizard

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

The sea there was clearly just below his knees, but he couldn't stand up no matter what.

When the people around heard the boy struggling, they stopped again and got up to look in the direction of the boy, but no one reached out to save him.

Between the ups and downs, the boy occasionally raised his face above the water and called for help. But no one rescued him, and the others didn't even take off the black scarves on their faces.

They just looked in the direction of the boy's voice, with numb sadness on their faces.

Sol, who was not wearing a black scarf, naturally saw what happened.

The rope around the boy's waist broke at some point. A transparent hand pulled the rope from the direction of the deep sea.

Therefore, when the boy who fell wanted to climb to the shore along the rope, he was actually stepping into a more terrifying deep water area.

Sol's face turned cold.

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

That is level 0 witchcraft, the hand of a mage.

Weak magic vibrations came, and Thor was looking for even weaker spiritual fluctuations.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the spiritual force, and saw two wizard apprentices, a man and a woman, in the shadow under the cliff.

The man was tall and strong, with an expressionless face; the woman Xiaoniao leaned on the man's chest, turned her head, and looked at the struggling boy in the sea with a smile.

Just as the boy's struggle became weaker and weaker, Sol suddenly moved his fingers.

The icy cold water suddenly turned into gentle palms, holding the boy's back and lifting him up out of the water.

It wasn't until the boy stood up flustered and somewhat confused that those hands turned into sea water again and slapped the boy's thighs one after another.

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

The man looked over blankly, while the woman rolled her eyes unabashedly.

But they took no further action.

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

The mage's hand in the sea was also dispersed, and the boy stood still, and finally felt that his rope had broken.

He licked his dry lips, which were impervious to sea water, and shouted in a low voice, My rope is broken.

Because of choking on water, his throat was so dry that he sounded like a ghost hiding in the dark.

After a while, someone finally responded to him, My side is the shore.

The man did not lie to the boy, he was indeed stepping on the sand without sea water.

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

He fumbled for two steps and nearly slipped.

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

It's too dangerous!

It was with great difficulty that the boy regained his stability amid the waves of waves. But he has lost his position again.

Finally he gritted his teeth, blood began to flow from his taut lips.

He straightened his head carefully, and then lifted a corner of the black scarf on his face.

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

However, as soon as he turned his gaze 30 degrees, he saw the beach and a person covered in a gray cloak standing on the beach.

That person was standing near the companions who were picking snails with him, but the companions obviously didn't notice his existence.

Judging by his appearance and temperament, he must be a wizard.

The boy shrank his shoulders in fear, but he suddenly thought of the hands that had just raised him suddenly.

That hand was so warm, compared with the cold sea water, it was like a stove in winter.

The boy bowed deeply in Thor's direction. When I bent over, my face was wet again by the splashing waves.

He's quite smart. Seeing the boy who bowed to himself and almost buried his head in the sea, Sol showed a smile on his face.

Xiaozao, pull him over.

With the order, Xiaozao flew over quickly, rolled up the boy's waist, lifted him up, jumped out of the sea, and flew in the direction of Sol.

When he was caught by the algae just now, the boy struggled for a while, but quickly calmed down again, and he was honestly brought to Sol.

Master Wizard. The boy knelt down directly on the ground following the force of the fall, resting his forehead on the cold sand.

Get up, I have a few questions for you.

The boy hesitated. He had met wizards before, but they all made him kneel down to answer.

In other words, he didn't care what his posture was.

But thinking of Sol's actions to save him just now, he still chose to get up.

What are you picking up?

In the words of my lord, we are picking up black conch.

There are black conch here?

Black conch is also a kind of witchcraft material, but it is not precious in the wizarding world, and it is not very useful.

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

The wizard's tower will also cook this dish, but Sol is not used to seafood, so he rarely orders it.

The most delicious black conch is a viscera in the conch, but eating too much will cause hallucinations.

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

Now that there are black conch shells here, Sol understands why some people would risk their lives to catch the sea here.

Do you know how often soul tides happen here?

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

But the perspective of the wealthy businessman and the perspective of these people who risked their lives to rush to the sea must be different.

Hearing the word soul tide, the boy's body with his back to the sea trembled again.

In terms of my lord, it has happened...almost ten times this year. It happened twice in the last month alone.

Has it become twice a month? Is it too frequent?

Have you ever seen a soul tide? How dangerous is it? I mean...does someone die every time?

Back to the adults, the boy pursed his dry lips, someone dies every time... My father was involved in it just last month.

Sol froze.

Just looking for someone, even asked the person involved.

According to the wealthy businessman Pang De, the frequency of soul tides in the past few years was low, only once or twice a year. Before the ship entered the port, it would receive a signal from the shore, park outside overnight, and enter the port normally the next day.

However, the frequency of tides has increased in recent years, and no ships dare to dock here.

In Pound's mouth, the complaint is more that Blue Water Bay has no port support, and the economy is not as good as before, but Soul Tide has not caused many casualties because of this.

According to the boy, these fishermen who used to live by the sea had no choice but to return to the sea to support themselves after the depression of Blue Water Bay.

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

The boy's father was a snail picker before his death, so the boy has the opportunity to inherit the job.

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

The sea began to blow.

The people who were picking up conch in the shoal area quickly returned to the shore by pulling the rope one by one.

They walked all the way to the dry land, and those people tore off their blindfolded black scarves.

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

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

...Okay, you go back, I have no problem.

Sol had roughly understood the frequency of soul tides from the boy, and didn't let him stay any longer.

But the boy looked at the people behind him, turned his head around again, and mustered all his courage.

My lord, my lord, I have two younger sisters and three younger brothers. Can you see if they might become your apprentices?