Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 11, Experiences on the Road
The group of people walked very quickly, as if they were rushing to go somewhere to recover.
Jasmine and Ian are both good players, so tracking them is naturally not difficult.
"Where are they going?" Jasmine asked.
These people walked all the way to the south of the city and were almost out of the city.
People who live in such places are either villages where farmers gather, or manors and castles of nobles.
"I guess I'm going to report to the master!" Ian replied casually.
The two of them hung at a distance, and finally saw that they entered a large manor. There was no shelter around the manor, making it difficult to get close. In addition, there were people patrolling, so they had to give up the idea of sneaking in.
It's true that Ian has the physical fitness of a knight, but he doesn't have the stealth skills of an assassin. As for Jasmine, we don't know yet.
"Go back now or go to Willy's house?"
Since they couldn't get in, they had to make other plans.
"Go back first, I've had enough of this damn weather!" Jasmine's face turned red from the cold, the wind and snow increased, and the two of them failed to keep out the cold. This wealthy lady didn't want to run around anymore.
"Okay!"
Dominican Parish is close to the west of the city. Starting from where they are now, they only need to walk along the frozen Avon River. During the process, they will pass through Parade Street, Bangzi Street, Flower Street, and Gulwich Street. When passing by Parade Street, Ian unexpectedly
I saw a familiar construction site style and subconsciously slowed down, recalling the distant memories that emerged in my mind.
"Are there any construction projects going on in this damn weather? It's too late."
Jasmine was a little surprised when she saw hundreds of workers working in the distance. The densely packed scaffolding covered a tall and magnificent building with a bloated shell, and workers were working like ants on top.
Ian hummed, remembering the spectacle that would be even more spectacular in the future, and said flatly: "It's probably to meet the construction deadline. Looking at this type of building, it's probably a commercial building for a certain company, or a new office building for the municipal government.
In order to move in as soon as possible, it is normal to continue construction at this time."
Incompetence and greed have always been people's impressions of the municipal government. Especially Jasmine, who comes from a big family, is more aware of their style. She said disgustedly: "It's a commercial building. Those idiots in the municipal government are reluctant to spend so much money to repair something."
Office building. All the funds allocated from above have been used by this group of moths for their own enjoyment. Who is willing to spend money to decorate the facade and do something practical?"
Ian chuckled and didn't refute, just said: "I can't say for sure, what if the sponsorship came from? It's normal for favors to come back!"
In this era, the use of money in exchange for political convenience began to slowly appear, and capital began to sprout.
"sponsor?"
For a long-established aristocrat like Jasmine, this is a new word.
The current aristocracy's understanding of business is still very shallow, and things like political donations have not yet begun to appear. The reason is that the power of capital has not yet begun to appear, and it will take a long time for the capitalists of Camelot to
Only then did he get involved in politics, and he is still in the asylum-seeking stage.
However, considering the various extraordinary powers that exist in the main plane, Ian is not sure that the future of capital will be the same as in his memory.
"Well, it's just a disguised form of 'investment,' you know!" Ian explained using another word.
This time Jasmine understood, she snorted and said nothing.
Seeing that her expression was not good, Ian did not continue, but speeded up and crossed the construction site.
Soon they arrived at Gwich'in Street and walked three more streets to the Dominican Church, but the two of them stopped.
Jasmine closed her eyes and felt it for a while, then opened her eyes and confirmed to Ian: "It's magic, yes!"
Ian also felt the familiar wave. He pointed to an alleyway between houses, and the wave came from inside.
"This is the Dominican parish, who is it?" Jasmine asked in surprise, "Aren't you afraid of attracting the inquisition?"
The Inquisition, whose full name is the High Judicial Discipline Inquisition, is one of the official forces of the Wizarding Alliance. It is jointly managed by the Alliance and the country and is responsible for supervising wizarding activities within its jurisdiction.
According to regulations, wizards are not allowed to cast magic within the city without authorization, otherwise they will be severely punished. This is why Jasmine was surprised.
Ian shook his head and said he didn't know.
But he knew that those who dared to violate the rules of the court were lawbreakers and were very difficult to offend. He immediately shook his head and said: "Stop being troublesome and let the court take care of it!"
Jasmine didn't think so. Women are much more curious than men. She said directly: "I'm going to take a look. You can go back by yourself first!" Then she walked quickly inside.
Damn it, I'll go back first. Ian was helpless and had to follow.
The alley is covered with red sand, not a single fallen leaf is left, and the snow has been swept away, making it very tidy. Some vines have been planted on the walls on both sides, and now only dead vines are left, covered with ice.
In order to avoid becoming the unlucky ones killed by Bingzhu, Ian and Jasmine walked carefully in the middle of the road. They breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the end of the wall and saw an iron fence as high as two people.
Surrounded by a cold fence, nothing can be seen from the outside of the cemetery, only rows of tombstones as white as ice sculptures can be seen inside.
But they are wizards, and their spiritual senses are amazing. The further they go in, the more they can feel the residual negative energy field that exceeds the normal level inside - this situation means that the undead are haunting this place, and strangers should avoid it.
The two looked at each other without any surprise, which was also the significance of their trip.
The door was pushed open, and some voices came from inside intermittently.
The interior of the cemetery has very ordinary burial specifications. The tombs are three to four feet above the ground. Behind the stone tablets engraved with the life and epitaphs of the deceased is a tomb made of lime and bluestone.
Arranged neatly row by row.
The ground was covered with snow, and there were two large lines of footprints on it.
This made him a little embarrassed. If he walked in, he would leave footprints, which would inevitably make people inside realize later that he didn't want to cause trouble. But if he stayed outside, Jasmine was determined not to do it.
He had no choice but to turn his attention to Jasmine, let her make the decision, and let her take the blame for any trouble he got into.
Jasmine understood what he meant, ignored Ian, and followed carefully step by step without making new footprints.
Seeing this, he suddenly became enlightened and thought that this was a good idea, so he followed suit step by step.
After walking for a while, the two stopped. Here you can just see the situation inside. The people casting the spell here are two men. Judging from the accents of their voices, at least one of them is an Aesinor from the Northern Continent, and the other
You can't tell what the accent is.
The two men were covered in gray full-body cloaks, which completely hid their figures.
The intruders obviously came with some ulterior motive. They stopped in front of a tombstone and walked around the tomb several times, as if they were checking something.
Sprinkle a circle of dark powder to form a pattern of an eye.
Ian recognized what it was, low-quality ashes of the dead, a magical material formed after simple enchantment. It was of low quality. However, it was very popular among wandering wizards. After all, it was easy to obtain and the effect was barely passable.
After a while, the Esinore said: "The arrangement of the maintenance array is completed, and we can continue."
The other tall and thin man gave a satisfied sigh, he was also a man, and continued: "That's good, be careful when you do it later. After so many days, the seal set by Lord Conrad is already very fragile.
Don't make a mistake. If you give that thing complete freedom, the goal will be dead. The boss doesn't want to see this result."
The Esinore didn't take it seriously, or responded confidently: "I know the boss wants the old man to compromise. Don't worry, he will achieve what he wants.
Didn’t we do it ourselves the first three times - we have already done the work, so what are you still worried about?
Haven't we done this kind of thing many times? You also saw the old man's ridiculous look of panic and uncertainty before, hahaha, I guess he will give in after today because he has collapsed."
The tall and thin man also nodded, obviously understanding the inside story, and said: "I hope! In this way, we can meet the task sooner. Alas, I didn't expect that such a dignified wizard as us would be reduced to such a shameful thing. It's really frustrating.
"
As he spoke, he punched the tombstone hard, shaking off a lot of snow.
The Essino man was open-minded. He patted the other party's shoulder and said with a wry smile: "You should be lucky that we are wizards, and you should also be lucky that the boss still needs us to run errands for such things. Otherwise, how would we get a lot of money?"
There are a lot of pounds. We are not nobles, and we are not willing to take risks in the wild. Most of our lives will be like this, the awakened people who are neither good nor bad.
Although you are said to be a wizard, you are actually just a little bit stronger than ordinary people, so throw away this unnecessary dignity and make money well. I heard that doing business is very profitable. If the job assigned by the boss in the future is too dangerous, we will
Just run away quickly and take your savings to become a businessman in other counties. Living well is more precious than anything else, brother."
The companion was silent after hearing this. After a while, he said: "Okay, let's get to work."
After saying that, he took out a cross sword from the pocket under his cloak. The sword was old and rusty. When the Aesino man saw this, he also took out a fist-sized hammer. They were two magic items.
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The two of them walked around to the back of the tomb one after another and pushed the long sword to the joint of the stone slabs. Then the Esinore smashed it in with a hammer. Positive energy escaped from their bodies. In this place full of death energy.
The cemetery is as bright as a beacon.
Bang, bang, bang!
The lonely knocking sound in the dark snow sounded intermittently and lasted for a long time, which was very strange. Fortunately, no one lived around the cemetery, so it did not attract the attention of outsiders.
It took a long time before the two men stopped until the swords had no handles. As soon as they stopped, they heard the tall and thin man say hurriedly: "Run!"
After saying that, the two people quickly ran to a dark place to hide, and disappeared from Ian's spiritual consciousness.
At this time, the pressure of the surrounding negative energy field increased rapidly, and a red smoke floated out along the long sword. This was a sign that the dead soul was about to appear.
In the main plane, where the souls of the dead appear, strangers avoid it.
Of course, this does not include wizards.
Before they took action, Ian already knew what they were going to do while the two were talking, so he turned around and asked: "How about it, do you need to stop them?"
They sealed a dead soul and used it to scare someone to achieve their ulterior motives. Judging from their language, the two of them were just wage earners and of no use.
Although these two people are tall, it seems that they have not received much training. If they want to stop what they are going to do next, he can just get in there.
Judging from Jasmine's curiosity, there is a high chance of intervention.
But Jasmine's answer was shocking. She showed a strange smile and refused: "Why are you asking for trouble? Just leave this matter to Roger. Anyway, this is the responsibility of the tribunal. Let him inform you."
Acting bravely when facing justice is the commandment of knights, and watching the fire from the other side is the law of nobles.
Ian was stunned and then fell silent.
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As soon as the two people disappeared from Ian's spiritual consciousness, a phantom composed of red smoke appeared above the hilt of the sword. The phantom was the image of a woman with a vicious face. As soon as the phantom appeared, it quickly moved in a certain direction.
Flying away, I was familiar with the road, as if I had received some kind of call.
Ian knew that she had gone to a specific place.
Based on the conversation between the two people, he vaguely guessed why this happened - it was because of the "murder weapon". There must be a murder weapon in that place to kill ghosts, and it was also an enchanted item that could contain the human soul.
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After all, according to the rules of the main plane, the soul of an ordinary person will be pulled into the plane of the undead for reincarnation at the moment of death. Only wizards or enchanted items can make the soul temporarily resist the laws of the plane.
When I was studying in the monastery, the instructors talked about one of the principles of the generation of wronged souls: when the murderer uses enchanted items to kill others, if the victim has a strong will for revenge, then there is a high chance that his soul will
It attaches to the murder weapon and becomes a weapon spirit, lurking quietly, waiting for the right time to take revenge.
During this process, the holder of the murder weapon will suffer deep torture and pain, and the weapon spirit will use the negative energy generated by the holder's torture to continue to grow until it is able to kill and take revenge.
This is a secret and cruel way of killing.
abnormal!
He said silently in his heart.
After two hours of silence, the intruder suddenly appeared again and began to clean up the mess.
"Peter, I'll draw the sword, you pour the holy water!" said the tall and thin man.
The Aesinorian nodded after hearing this, took out a vial from his arms, and stood nervously watching the actions of his companion.
The tall and thin man suddenly pulled out his long sword, and a faint green light was projected from the crack. A huge suction force was generated in the light, which stirred up the surrounding negative energy field. The next second, a line of light that could only be sensed by the spirit was
The unwilling screams that could only be heard became clearer from far to near, and the spirit of the weapon in Carlos Parish was sucked back with a whoosh and thrown into the grave.
Ian just glanced at it and found that her energy body had grown much stronger, and his heart sank.
As far as he knew, the weapon spirit would not cause much damage to the weapon holder in the early stage, nor would it absorb a lot of energy. The current situation would only occur when someone is about to kill someone in the later stage.
Then, the day when the weapon spirit kills people is not far away.
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On the other side, Enosi's companions were already ready. Upon seeing this, he immediately opened the bottle and poured the water inside quickly. In this cold weather, the water could easily condense into ice. He sealed the cracks tightly and repaired them.
seal.
After completing all this, the two men breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other relaxedly, and said, "Let's go and come back in three days...if they haven't collapsed yet!"
The companions nodded and quickly left side by side, leaving the empty cemetery as if nothing had happened. Ian and Jasmine left quickly while they were packing up their affairs.