Chapter 256 Mr. Pirate, Are You Going to Punish Me?

Paskabiru Hotel, third floor, guest room.

The thousand-leaf grass at the entrance seemed to sense the slightly cold sea breeze at night, and its leaves curled up to keep the branches warm.

The precious goose down carpet covered the entire room, and the large purple pattern was very charming.

The furnishings in the room were simple. In addition to a soft big bed, there was only a set of large solid wood tables and chairs.

There were two wall lamps with dawn candles lit inside and outside the large floor-to-ceiling window.

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

Even the light from the red moon seemed to have lost its color and was blocked outside the window by the light in the room.

Didn't find it?

"Not finding it is the best discovery..."

Wei En stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking calmly at the crowd walking out of the arena in the center of the city-state.

Not finding the powerful extraordinary person hidden in the arena at least proved that he was not on the side of Ales.

If he was, he would not have been indifferent just now.

Even if he didn't attack, he should have shown his killing intent, or conducted a mental scan on him.

But Wayne was sure - no!

It was as if that person was here to watch a few fights, and he played his role as a spectator from beginning to end.

He even pretended to be dull and muttered to himself like the pirates and nobles who were affected by the howling of fear...

"Tsk!"

Wayne laughed. Thinking about it this way, that person was quite interesting.

Salvatore Samuel Capo, as a legendary being at least, could actually act.

It seems that I have to ask for information about him through other channels. I believe that such a powerful extraordinary person should be easy to investigate.

Without finding out his identity, Wayne always felt that there was a sword hanging over his head, preventing him from fully deploying on Alexei Island.

Dang, dang.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked.

"Come in."

Wayne's mental perception swept around. The owner of the hotel, Ericon Baskabiru? Why is he here?

Then, Boss Ericon pushed the door open and saluted meticulously, saying, "Wizard Wayne, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late."

Oh?

Wayne turned around and looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay, what's the matter?"

The attitude of the innkeeper seemed to become more respectful...

"Just now, Ms. Flanda from the arena contacted me and asked me to hand over this space ring to you."

"Flanda?"

No wonder, it turns out that Ericon already knew what happened over there.

However, I didn't expect Ms. "Beautiful Hands" to send the money so quickly...

It seems that she was shocked by the arena just now, and she was unwilling to wait even for one night.

"Thank you, Mr. Ericon."

"No, no, no... You don't have to be polite, this is what I should do."

Ericon lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the ground, and his ears were buzzing, as if the words of the patriarch of the family just now were still echoing.

"Ericon, what is your relationship with the 'distorted wizard' Wayne Loft?"

"Ah?"

"What? Tell me!"

"Brother, you know, the batch of Thousand Leaf Grass during the day..."

"Oh, yes, I helped prepare that. I'm telling you now, you absolutely must not offend him, and you must provide the highest standard of service!"

"Do you know what he just did in the arena? Not only did he kill the 'One-Eyed Man', he also made everyone fall into despair, everyone!"

"I heard that you gave him the invitation? Now, immediately, let those idiots in the store take action, and let all those who know keep it a secret. This matter must not be spread!"

"I can't judge now what consequences the arena incident will cause. Let's do this for now, understand?"

"I, I remember, brother..."

Just when Ericon was confused and hadn't digested the message from the family, "Beautiful Hands" Flanda Canero personally contacted him and asked him to transfer 500,000 gold pounds to Wizard Wayne.

After comparing the two, even an idiot would realize that what happened in the arena was real and terrifying!

The commotion caused by Wizard Wayne Loft was so big that even the Paskabiru family in the southern continent knew about it.

Even Ms. Flanda, the actual controller of the Alexei City-State, had to bow her head...

Ericon didn't expect that he just sent out an invitation letter casually, which would lead to such consequences.

If he knew... he would definitely accompany Wizard Wayne in person!

Thinking of this, Ericon respectfully placed the space ring on the table, "In addition, the family just sent a message about the batch of Thousand Leaf Grass, and it will be delivered to Ms. Lacey tomorrow afternoon."

"Tomorrow? So fast?"

Wayne was a little surprised and asked, "Even the messenger of the Nightmare Sect can't be this fast, right?"

"The family contacted a bishop of the Nightmare Sect, so it was so fast." Ericon answered truthfully.

However, things are not as simple as he said.

Although the messenger was created by the Nightmare Cult, even the members of the Nightmare Cult had to pay a certain price to speed up the messenger.

For this reason, the family directly sent 100,000 gold pounds to make up for the nightmare essence consumed by the bishop.

Wei En looked at him deeply and thanked him again, "Thank you."

He had contracted a messenger himself, and was very clear about the ability of the nightmare worm.

To speed up the delivery, either he had to feed it or contact the Nightmare Cult... Either way, it showed that the Paskabiru family had a friendly attitude towards him.

"You're welcome." Ericon saluted and said, "Then I won't bother you any more. I hope you can spend a pleasant night at the Paskabiru Hotel."

"Yeah."

Wayne was speechless as he looked at his cautious look.

It seems that the influence of the arena is much greater than he imagined.

[Congratulations, you have spent another day safely. Evaluation: The name of weak chicken is no longer appropriate. Now your new name is-strong chicken. Reward: Survival points +3. ]

Strong chicken?

Wayne rolled his eyes, turned around and lay down on the bed to sleep.

The panel is as inhuman as always, can't he be given a more normal name?

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

...

...

Bang!

The sound of the door breaking broke the melodious music in the room and woke up old Jack who was sleeping leisurely on the recliner.

He stood up and saw the young man in the dark green dress at the door. He frowned slightly and said in an unhappy tone:

"Ubli, I need a reasonable explanation."

"Explanation?" Ubli gritted his teeth and stepped into the room. He stared at old Jack with a gloomy face and snorted: "I need an explanation!"

"Hmm?"

"Old Jack, you know that the deformed wizard that Alais wants to deal with has arrived on this island, right?"

"I know, you won't go to see him in advance, right?"

Ubli did not answer, and continued to ask: "Then do you know his current strength?"

"His strength?"

Old Jack frowned a little more, and after thinking for a few seconds, he waved to open the rune array arranged in the room, and gestured: "Sit down and talk."

Ubli walked over and sat next to him, but did not speak immediately.

His face was a little pale, his slightly curly long hair was a little messy, and his neat dress had some wrinkles because of running.

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

That was nearly a minute, enough time for him to die eight times!

If he was hit by the spell cast by the wizard when he was taking action later, he didn't know if he could wake up...

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

Based on his understanding of Ubley, such a powerful and flamboyant person would rarely show fear and confusion.

Even Ales at the time did not make him succumb.

"Huh..."

Ubley came back to his senses, let out a long breath, dispelled the vague scene of the kingdom of death in his mind, sorted out his thoughts, and spoke slowly.

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

"... When I woke up, do you know what I saw?"

"I saw a scene like a deep abyss - everyone, without exception, was in a state of unconsciousness!"

"They were either mumbling dully, or completely unconscious, and some were kneeling on the ground crying..."

At this point, Ubli's mind reappeared the scene in the arena at that time, and he looked at Old Jack with a gloomy face.

"'One-Eye' was decapitated and his body was covered with wounds."

"'Beautiful Hands' Flanda was slapping the face of 'Killer' frantically, trying to wake him up early, but it didn't work!"

"No matter what she did, Jonathan was like a soulless person, not dodging or avoiding, without any clear consciousness..."

"Can you imagine the fear it brought me? If I was in that state at the time... wouldn't that mean I could only let people slaughter me..."

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

Covering everyone in the entire arena...

Including three great pirates with the strength of the Hand of the Kingdom, and Ubli, a man with special extraordinary characteristics...

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

No ability to resist?

It seems that in the past month, not only has Ales's strength been improving, but the strength of the gentle and shy young investigator in the Caster City-State has also made great progress.

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

"Plan? I plan to withdraw from this mission!" Ubley said firmly, "Faced with such an irresistible spell, I can't think of any other reason to stay."

"Besides withdrawing? You know, Alais won't agree."

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

"What else?"

"And..."

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

Old Jack shook his head and said: "But I know very well that Alais can't wait any longer. For this operation, he almost paid everything."

"Has he thought about the consequences of failure?" Ubley said sarcastically: "If we can't resist that spell, we can't get within a hundred meters of him at all."

"It's impossible to stop the plan because of a spell, right?"

"Then you continue, I'll quit!"

"contract……"

"I would rather bear the price of the contract's backlash than pay for it with my life!"

"Even if it turns into an ugly deformed form?"

"I..." Ubli's face was filled with uncertainty as he thought about the contents of the contract.

Seeing his expression, Old Jack understood.

If he doesn't come up with a way to deal with that spell, even if he is finally forced to participate in the mission due to the contract, he will probably stay behind.

"Don't make a decision in a hurry. We can wait until Alais arrives, okay?"

Ubli was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"Okay," Old Jack breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't go out for the next two days. I will find a way to contact Alais in advance and inform him of this matter."

"Um."

Ubli lit the cigar, took a puff, and spit it out slowly. There was still a little fear left in the depths of his silver-grey eyes.

For extraordinary people like them, the more powerful they are, the more they can feel the reality of that country and the terror of that figure.

Even at this time, the memory of that place in his mind was so weak that only a vague outline remained...

"Old Jack, do you know? What I'm afraid of is not death, what I'm afraid of is the unknown existence."

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

God?

Old Jack was silent. Based on his knowledge, he certainly knew that gods were real.

But they were far beyond his knowledge...

"Get some rest, Ubli."

"Um……"

Old Jack sighed helplessly, stood up and closed the door. The shouts of pirates that came from time to time in his ears were all supporting what Ubli told him.

"I saw it, I saw a great god——"

"What does he look like?"

"I don't remember it. It's strange. I'm obviously very impressed. It was... very scary there!"

"How scary is it?"

"Yes... oh, don't you believe me? It's really scary. Everyone else has seen it like me..."

Maybe Ubley is right.

If there really is a god who can protect Wei En at any time and is willing to take action for him...

Then there is only one end for him and people like Alais...

die!

…

…

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

Because it was late at night, the bright gas lamps had already been turned off.

Inside and outside the tavern, the dim light of dawn candles illuminated the rosy-faced drinkers.

Ronan swayed in, followed the example of other pirates, hugged a girl in cool clothes, walked through the slightly crowded tavern hall, and entered the exquisitely decorated room at the back.

"Mr. Pirate, are you coming from the arena?"

"Huh? How do you know?" Ronan was a little confused.

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

"smell?"

"It smells of blood. The entire Alexei Island is the only place where killing is allowed."

"What if I didn't come out from there?" Ronan raised his eyebrows, and his small triangular eyes made his expression slightly funny.

"Then I can only pray that you will forgive me in order to enjoy the ultimate service..."

The girl's palms slid over the two slightly rough mechanical arms, fell on the collar, and helped him open the jacket.

"forgive?"

"Or punishment? You decide."

The girl looked at his strong chest, licked her lips, then gently took off the silk skirt she was wearing, and turned her back to him.

"Mr. Pirate, do you want to punish me?"

Ronan stared up and down with a pair of triangular eyes.

Is this the life of a pirate?

I feel like the undead creatures in the research institute are not as interesting...

boom!

"Woo?"

The girl who suffered the heavy blow collapsed to the ground, and a thought flashed through her last consciousness - fuck! I won’t really like it!

Ronan smacked his lips and muttered: "What a pity, he's alive."

With that said, he turned around and went to the corner of the room, where he arranged the rune array.

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

"Internal number 28, name: Salvatore Samuel Capo, who do you want to contact?"

"Annette, it's me, don't pretend to be dead."

"Sorry, it's working hours, no small talk. Confirm again, who do you want to contact?"

"I know, I know," Ronan swung his robotic arm to support his forehead, looking defeated, "I'm looking for Deputy Boras G. McClure, internal number: 112."

"Hold on……"

After a while, the gray fog rose, and the illusory picture projected Boras's slightly cold skull head.

"Hi, Boras." Ronan waved his mechanical arm, "How do you like my outfit?"

"Very good, it suits you very well, Wizard Salvatore."

Boras leaned back on the high-backed chair and asked: "I believe you have seen that little guy, right?"

He glanced at the girl lying on the carpet next to him, his deep eyes flashing red.

Is this bastard so playful? !

"seen."

Ronan, no, Salvatore lifted the transformation spell and returned to his original appearance.

He was wearing a black dress, with a slender figure and a delicate ruby ​​necklace on his chest. His long gray and white hair was scattered, setting off his vaguely handsome face.

What is even more eye-catching is the center of his eyebrows, where there is a pattern composed of complex lines - the black fire symbol of the ghost!

"It's just like what you said, a very young arcane wizard with extremely outstanding talent."

"I am proficient in runes, potions, and spells, and the effects of spells are mutated, and the level is not low..."

"Honestly, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard for me to believe that he did this in two months."

Boras nodded slightly and asked: "Tell me something I don't know. Have you found any traces of special origin mutations?"

"what you mean?"

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

"Well..." Salvatore pondered for a moment, "There is indeed something abnormal."

"oh?"

"Let's talk about magic first,"

Salvatore's eyes, as black as the deep abyss, had no trace of brilliance. Even if there was an illusory screen in front of him, no figure was reflected in the pupils.

He stretched out a finger and said: "The mutation of the spell is not like the effect of the modified runes."

"Rune fusion?"

"Yes! I'm pretty sure that the runes he fused are very rare, and it may even be the theory put forward by that person."

"You mean...the origin rune of the gods?" Boras suddenly approached the screen, "Are you sure?"

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

"That's not necessary, let's talk about other things."

"I knew it was like this..."

Salvatore muttered, then pointed to the black fire symbol between his eyebrows and asked: "The second abnormality is his original child body. You should be aware of the potential limitations of the spell brand, right?"

"continue."

"The limit of the wizard-level original child body is ten spell marks, but that requires at least eight original child bodies. But I found that the kid only has four original child bodies, but two of them are The number of spell runes on it has reached ten!”

"Four?" Boras subconsciously knocked his two rows of crystal teeth, "The origin has changed!?"

Salvatore nodded, "Besides this, I can't think of any other situations. And I think he should have a deeper abnormality!"

"Um?"

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

"That's what I thought!" Boras's red eyes flashed uncertainly as he clicked.

Salvatore: "..."

There is only one person who has improved so much in such a short period of time since the emergence of wizards.

Does this skeleton really think that I have become a fool after staying in the research institute for too long?

"In short, don't do unnecessary things! Your duty is to protect him, not to bring him into your research institute and break him into parts!"

"Are you serious?"

"certainly!"

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

"Well," Boras reminded again, "that's not just me, but the Chief as well."

He had to remind him like this, otherwise with the character of the legendary wizard in front of him, he would probably abduct Wei En to that research institute while protecting him.

When the time comes, he will no longer be able to imagine whether he will become a part, a puppet, or some other messy thing.

"I know, I know... Boras, don't keep using my brother to suppress me, okay? I am also a member of the Ghost School."

"Feel sorry."

"I accept your apology, but I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation after I return to the school." Salvatore curled his lips and said.

"Okay." Boras nodded, "I hope that Chief Warklav will have returned from the world of the dead by then."

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

After the words fell, Salvatore took the initiative to turn off the black communicator, with a bright smile on his face.

We can't let that kid lie down in the research institute, but we didn't say we couldn't let him go in standing up.

How about arranging an assistant position for him at the Taboo Research Center?