Chapter 653 New Choice

In the inn in Lake Town, Marianna stared out the window in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Mother."

Nathan pushed the door open carefully.

Marianna looked at him, "How are O'Donnell and Dessen?"

Nathan sighed, "They are still in a coma."

He really didn't understand what happened, and...

Nathan hesitated again and again, as if he had something to say but couldn't.

Marianna frowned, "What?"

"That day in the church, I saw... you pointed your gesture at O'Donnell, so... did you do it?"

Marianna smiled slightly, "Are you suspecting that I made them like this?"

"Uh... yes." Nathan nodded.

Marianna shook her head, "You're wrong to blame your mother. O'Donnell and Dessen have brought it upon themselves."

Nathan said incredulously, "You mean they were attacked by the spell? Dessen is understandable, but with Master O'Donnell's skills, it's impossible for him to face such a young man."

Marianna was silent for a while. In fact, she also felt it was incredible that O'Donnell, who had been immersed in spiritual spells all his life, had fallen, and it was a big fall.

"I can only say... magic is always an awe-inspiring mystery. We can't be so arrogant as to think that we can fully control it." She said so.

"But..." Nathan insisted, "Even if it wasn't because of mother, you did target O'Donnell at that time, right?"

"Ah..." Marianna sighed, "Do you remember what I said to you in the corner bay? The Graman family in the Northwest Bay has done us a favor."

"Mother." Nathan frowned and said, "I don't think personal grudges should be placed above the overall cause of the spellcaster."

Marianna immediately scolded sternly, "Your life was given by Graman!"

Is it so serious?

Nathan was shocked. It seemed that before he could remember, his mother and young self must have encountered great danger in the Northwest Bay.

"Okay."

Although Nathan still didn't like the Graman family in his heart, after all, he didn't have any memory of this family in his mind, but he took care of his mother's feelings.

"Let's stop here with the action against the earl. We will think of other ways to deal with Barnett. If it doesn't work, we won't look for him. What does his life or death have to do with us?"

Marianna nodded, "We shouldn't have come here. Northwest Bay is a peaceful and tranquil land. She shouldn't be disturbed by the disputes of the outside world."

Nathan shrugged and didn't comment on her words.

At this time, the knock on the door sounded again.

It was Edward. He came in and reported: "Dessen woke up."

——

Mage Dessen stood in front of the window of the room, standing quietly with his hands behind his back.

His eyes moved from time to time, carefully observing the streets and houses of Lake Town.

In the distance, rows of factory buildings were like neatly arranged boxes, and the chimneys of iron smelting blast furnaces were emitting thick black smoke.

"Oh! It turns out that the gears have already started to turn..."

He murmured inexplicably.

"Dessen!" Nathan pushed the door open and gave him a big hug as soon as he came up. Marianna and Edward followed in.

"Brother, you scared me so much that you just fell down without saying a word."

Dessen responded to his hug stiffly.

"Sorry, I worried you."

"I'm glad you woke up!" Nathan let go of the other person.

Just when their eyes met, for a moment, Nathan noticed a strange meaning in the other person's eyes, which flashed away.

It seemed like a kind of... pity?

Maybe he was dazzled, Nathan thought so.

"You were unconscious for three days and three nights!"

Marianna said solemnly, "What happened that day? What happened between you and your mentor?"

"Uh..." Dessen covered his head, his face distorted. "Once I tried to recall that moment, my head started to hurt. I'm sorry, Ms. Marianna, I really can't remember the details at that time. Maybe...maybe there was something wrong with Mr. O'Donnell's arrangement."

Marianna sighed and glanced at O'Donnell who was still lying on the bed. I don't know when the old man will wake up.

Edward suggested: "Perhaps, we should let Dessen rest first."

Marianna agreed: "That's right, let's go out first. Dessen, if your mentor wakes up, tell us."

Dessen nodded respectfully.

The three left.

Dessen came to O'Donnell's bed and looked at his mentor with complicated eyes.

"My dear mentor, thank you for your teachings all the time, and thank you even more... for choosing me as your assistant in this spell."

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one content, one book, one bar!

"Although the spell failed, I... can be said to be reborn. I am no longer the Dessen of the past."

He said in an extremely sad tone: "Please forgive me for making a new choice."

——

In the lord's mansion.

"My earl, you should change your coat."

The old butler Philip respectfully suggested to Paul.

"Ah? I remember I only wore it for a few days!"

Paul, who had just returned from an inspection of the military camp, asked casually.

"Oh, it's been three days."

"Well, you remember it very clearly."

Paul smiled and began to take off his coat. Just as he was about to hand it to the butler, something fell from his coat pocket and fell to the ground with a bang.

Paul picked it up from the ground, stared at it, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter.

This is a pebble, all black.

But it should have been white three days ago.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the relief on his face disappeared.

"Call Rubin, Cecil, and Ladi."

Half an hour later, the three people mentioned by Paul came to his study.

The black stone lay quietly on the table.

"Someone cast a spell on you without anyone noticing?"

Ladi said in astonishment.

"It's obvious, isn't it? The magic stone has proved this!"

Paul's tone was a little anxious.

In this world where mysterious power is manifested, someone quietly casts a spell on me with unknown effect.

Oh my God! I won't become like Henry's brother, the previous Duke of Northwest, right?

The key is, who is it?

Paul was terrified.

"There is nothing unusual about the group of people from the Horn Bay in Fulan Port. Earl, have you met any strangers recently?" Cecil asked.

"Strangers? I have met so many strangers in the past few days, let me think..."

Just as Paul was lost in his memories, the guard came to report.

"A man who claims to be a magician wants to see you."

"Magician!"

Paul suddenly remembered something.