Chapter 28
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"Maybe the nightmare stones on the ship below us sensed the same energy source and connected to the Nightmare Realm by chance?" Sunders wondered.
Such a small coincidence had happened before in history. The overlapping of planes could only be attributed to coincidence if it wasn't the result of a powerful spell development.
Sunders' excitement slowly faded away. If he really found a fixed entrance to the Nightmare Realm, he wouldn't have to look for Greya … Sunders had lived for hundreds of years. After sorting out his emotions, he quickly ignored the sudden presence of the Nightmare Realm.
Since Sunders didn't answer, Flora didn't ask. As Sunders' student for the longest time, Flora knew Sunders well. No one could get an answer from him if he didn't want to talk about it.
A black-feathered owl suddenly flew in from outside the tent. It circled around for two rounds and landed on Flora's shoulder. Then, a visible ripple came out of the owl's mouth. Flora analyzed the information in the ripple. Soon, a smile appeared on her face.
"Master, Aisha told me that the deathmatch in cabin four is over. Balba is the winner." Aisha was the black-feathered owl, Flora's favorite alchemy familiar.
"Oh?" Sunders casually glanced to the southwest. Strange mana ripples flashed in his eyes. In his eyes, the scene in the distance seemed to be right in front of him.
The fourth cabin was a large, sealed stone room in the shape of a square.
At this moment, a bare-chested bald young man with dark brown skin stood on a mountain of human corpses. His eyes glowed red as lines of ancient, fluorescent blue totems slowly spread on his muscular body.
Just like other wizard organizations, Brute Cavern, Sunders' organization, would go to different places to receive talented apprentices when the sea was unfrozen. However, their welcoming process was not as gentle as The Redbud's.
All the talents were assigned to different cabins according to the ratio. The ones who survived in the end were the elites of the elites. Only those who went through the bloody battles could become new apprentices of Brute Cavern.
The bald young man in the fourth cabin was the only survivor in the room.
"Heh. I didn't think the final winner would be a hybrid of a human and a barbarian from another world."
"Hehe, it's a pity that you're not a true human of this world. Without the corresponding strength, the will of the world will eliminate him sooner or later, unless he is exiled to another plane. " Flora cast an eye spell as well. She looked at the man who was still panting in the sea of blood and corpses. "Teacher, do you have any plans for this person?"
"Sorcerers seek the truth and the ultimate of the universe. They use their own knowledge to pry into the fundamental power of the universe. Such a great art is not something that the abilities of the Other World can compare to. It was precisely because of this that the sorcerer's techniques could be used in all realms. Only the outsiders have been coveting it for a long time. " Sunders considered for a moment. "This man is a hybrid of a human and a barbarian from another world. His background is clear, but we can't rule out the possibility of him being a spy. The possibility of him being a spy is low, but we can't ignore it."
"We'll observe him for a while when we get back. If he does anything strange, just kill him. If he's harmless … "Sunders curled his lips." Let him learn Bloodline Arts. After he fuses with his bloodline, he can be made into a substitute puppet. "
Regardless of whether or not there was a possibility of him becoming a spy, he was destined to not have a good ending. After all, half of his bloodline came from another world.
In the eyes of wizards, otherworldly beings who entered the World of Sorcerers without proper channels would either become slaves, experiment subjects, or bones that melted into the soil. The first two were the methods of wizards. The last was the great power of the world's will.
"The winners of the other eight cabins have emerged. If we exclude the one in Cabin Four, Brute Cavern only recruited eight talents this year …" Flora pretended to sigh. "Sigh. Not even ten digits. Those dissidents will talk about us again when we get back. Maybe they'll ask us to abolish the recruitment rules of the death cabins again."
Sunders chuckled. "Don't mind them. They know it themselves. If we used the same method as The Redbud and the other three organizations, Brute Cavern wouldn't be one of the top ten organizations in the entire southern region. Only by going through a bloody battle can you understand the real rules of the World of Sorcerers. "
Flora frowned. "Sigh. Fine. Let's not talk about this. Teacher, when we find Barbie's Restaurant, we should just kidnap Greya. Otherwise, we'll have to find her every time we need her coordinates. It's so tiring! "
Sunders shook his head and chuckled. Greya was not a strong fighter, but she had created all kinds of strange spells. Sunders might be able to defeat her, but he would never be able to kidnap her alive.
"Sigh. If I didn't seal off the semi-channel in my body for the sake of power, I wouldn't have ended up like this …" Sunders sighed in his mind.
…
It was another gloomy night. The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pouring down like a curtain of water. It showed no signs of stopping. The sea was dancing in the wind. Giant waves made The Redbud shake back and forth like an out-of-control cradle.
Angor did not sleep for the whole night. He only cared about keeping his body balanced. The next day was calm and the sun was shining brightly.
Angor struggled to get back to his bed with his tired limbs and fell into a deep sleep together with his weightless brain.
He slept until the moon was high in the sky.
When he got up, he choked on the pendant hanging in front of his chest. He took it out from his underwear. A transparent oval crystal was placed inside a metal net-like pendant.
"The Alien Eye …" Angor looked at it quietly. He suddenly thought of his home thousands of miles away, his brother, and Jon.
It had been almost five months since he left home. He had not reached the continent where the wizards lived. He wondered if he could make it back in time after five years.
He sighed and decided not to think about it anymore. He put the pendant back into his underwear and held it close to his chest. The crystal bead accompanied Jon to this world. It might have some secrets, so Angor had to keep it safe.
After getting up, Angor continued his routine life. Eat, solve puzzles, sleep.
Three points and one line.
Another week had passed. Angor glanced at the mercury mirror hanging by the door when he passed by the restaurant.
In the mirror, Angor's appearance changed drastically. The handsome noble boy became a bit gloomy. His eyelids drooped. There were dark circles under his eyes. His lips were gray and cracked. His face was pale and sad.
Fatigue and pressure pushed him to this state in such a short time.
He could not remember when was the last time he laughed.
Angor washed his face in the pool and buried his face in the water. He wanted to calm his mind with the cool water. The pressure of five years almost made him forget his original intention. Even the etiquette engraved in his bones was crushed into pieces.
His mind was morbid, but he did not want to change it. At least … before he solved the puzzle left by his teacher, he did not want to relax.
Besides, there were no entertainment facilities on The Redbud. Other talents could meditate, but what could he do other than solving puzzles?
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