Chapter 115 The Second Dead

"If Eugene Melvin is an angel..."

Annan spoke softly and reminded the three: "So what are we all?"

"us……"

Maria muttered.

She first looked at the "Girl" who was looking at the "Warrior" statue, but after a while, she turned her attention to the child holding a bouquet in his hand.

"I think... I should be a 'child'. The 'girl' and 'warrior' next to each other correspond to Claire and Kim."

Maria analyzed: "And Mr. Gillandaio must correspond to the 'centaurs'. After all, the centaurs are proficient in prophetic spells, and..."

"And centaurs are strong and good at fighting, but they love to run away. It's like us."

Ghirlandaio took over Maria's words and admitted it frankly.

After that, he looked at Merlin again: "Mr. Merlin should be a 'giant'."

"Why a giant?"

Annan questioned this.

He can always ask questions at the right moment.

Gillandaio smiled and replied casually: "Because giants are a race that "has no vision in youth" and "can't speak in old age". And this..."

There is no doubt that the "Giant" statue refers to the incapacitated wizard Merlin Manning.

Or rather, it's actually a mockery of his past status as the "Hand of Winter."

As the owner of the wizard's tower, Michelangelo obviously did not like these "wizards who hunted wizards".

Merlin nodded when he heard the words, grinned with a bit of self-deprecation, and smiled silently.

"In this case, Master Benjamin can only be an 'old man'."

Annan nodded and pulled the topic back from the embarrassing place without a trace: "There are still 'goblin' and 'giant snake'. Then I..."

"It's a 'fairy'.

"

Maria made a cold and immature voice, and answered first: "Because fairies are good at deceiving people, and—"

Saying that, she glanced at Annan and added, "Goblins like to steal things."

"Is that so..."

Annan looked at the statues of the goblins and nodded clearly.

These calf-high creatures with beautiful faces and a pair of wings are either secretly holding scabbards much taller than themselves beside the warriors, or secretly hiding money bags near the old man, or behind their backs Wearing poisonous spikes, flying up to chat with "children", or flying in the ears of girls, pointing at warriors and saying bad things...

So, is this a prophecy statue?

This does look like something Gerald can do.

Annan was not angry, but was thinking seriously.

After all, it was Gerald, not Annan, who was mocked by Master Michelangelo. Naturally, he wouldn't take a seat at random.

So, who is the giant snake?

He turned his attention to the giant snake in the center of the statue group with its head held high.

"It looks like it's..."

……molt?

Annan's words were not finished yet.

A huge roar, accompanied by a terrifying sound wave, struck without warning.

The ground beneath them shook suddenly. Like an earthquake, the entire wizard tower was shaking violently... and the flames in the hall were stretched again, becoming slender and blue.

Several statues representing "Warriors" suddenly turned gray and transparent in the eyes of the four of them, kept fading, and finally disappeared completely.

Then, the firelight returned to its previous color.

The hall became bright again.

"...Kin, something happened."

In the brief silence, Annan was the first to speak softly.

"Go and see?"

Uncle Gillandaio asked.

Annan glanced at Maria.

But she just shook her head slowly.

"Need not."

She frowned and replied in a low voice, "I think Claire should be back.

"To be on the safe side, there is a place where the wizard of destruction died... It's best not to approach it."

Don't wait for Annan to answer.

On the road behind them, someone slowly walked out.

The ring on his right hand was shimmering, and his expression was solemn and composed.

The brilliance flowed out of the ring like a living thing, floating on his skin, forming a coquettish "eye".

- It is the transformation wizard, Benjamin.

Seeing him like this, Merlin immediately stood in front of Maria.

He opened his mouth slightly and took a deep breath.

Annan clearly saw that his tongue was not cut off. Instead, it was engraved with many black runes, giving his tongue a grey, stone-like color.

And at the tip of the rune, there is a silver tongue ring like a ring!

As Merlin inhaled slowly, the tongue ring also shone brightly. Purple-black runes crawled out of it, spreading all over his mouth.

Then, Merlin let out a light breath.

Like smoking.

White smoke slowly poured out of his mouth and nose. His eyes and ears gradually ooze cold air that is visible to the naked eye.

The temperature in the air also seems to have dropped a little... and it's still dropping.

Benjamin saw Merlin free the bearer and stopped moving forward.

The radiance on his ring grew brighter, the half-open eye opened more, and some shredded runes dotted nearby.

Just when Benjamin confronted the four of them.

The wall suddenly collapsed.

No, it's more of a meltdown than a collapse...

The entire wall seemed to have turned into liquid, turned into something like cement.

Then, the cement suddenly separated from the middle.

Claire had a gloomy face and slowly walked out from across the wall.

She had some scars caused by the high temperature on her body, and her originally smooth and supple hair was a little messy... as if she had just escaped from the fire.

Her ring also shone brightly. The curse formed a pinwheel-like shape on the back of the hand, slowly spinning.

The cement followed her, dragging along the ground. And there was hot blood floating around her. It swims nimbly in the air like a bright red snake.

that blood...

It should be the blood of gold.

Annan guessed.

Although he didn't know much about the Wizard of Destruction, judging from Maria's statement and the blood that started to burn violently after Jincough was on the ground... The nature of the Wizard of Destruction seemed to be unstable.

After Claire appeared, they glanced at Annan and the others, and quickly locked their eyes on Benjamin.

"It's you... right?"

she asked angrily.

Unexpected.

Benjamin admitted frankly: "If you're asking about the person who killed 'Jim Kellan', then... it's really me."

The tall and straight old man slowly unbuttoned his long trench coat in a calm tone.

I saw several flasks and test tubes tied to the inside of the windbreaker. Three or four of them had their plugs removed.

"Is there any problem with killing a vicious pirate who has killed at least thirty people?"

Benjamin asked in a calm tone.

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the remaining plugs.

He looked at the short curly light brown hair. "And you, Ms. Claire. Or, Captain Karl Mathew, you don't have to pretend. Your hair color is rare...

"You are the one who tamed 'Jin' and made him take too much of the powerful curse, right?"

Claire was silent for a while.

The hatred on her face suddenly disappeared.

She just smiled softly and brushed her short hair around her ears.

Except his short hair and pupils did not change, his whole person collapsed as if melted, then stood up again, and instantly reorganized into another person.

——A pale, somewhat short young man with deep facial features.