Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 16 Bloodborne

Baron Buck suppressed his anger, having no doubt about Emil's words.

Anyone could lie to him, but not Emil.

"Traitor? Hmm, I know, there have always been traitors in the castle. But... what can he do to me?" Baron Buck stood on the high platform, looking around with an extremely oppressive gaze, and no one dared to meet his eyes.

He was able to remain the lord of the Dur Valley for so many years not because of the number of guards he had, but because of his own strength as a Grand Knight.

despair!despair!despair!

A strange sound of hooves broke the silence of the banquet hall. The sound was similar to that of horses' hooves, but upon closer listening, it was not.

A brown-haired man dressed in a black robe appeared at the banquet riding a strange creature. The creature was hairless, had silvery-white skin, and had a pair of bat-like wings on its back.

The brown-haired man had a kind face with large freckles. He smiled and said, "Sorry I'm late processing the spellcasting materials. My name is Malcolm O'Neil, from Green Hut."

Malcolm rolled off the creature, then patted its head encouragingly and said, "Good job, go on."

Seeing the strange looks he was getting from the people around him, he chuckled, "Oh, most of you probably haven't seen one before. It's called a Thestral, a creature that only those who have witnessed death can see. Pretty cute, right?"

There was complete silence all around; no one spoke, because most of the people looking at him were filled with fear.

Malcolm just appeared out of nowhere, as if he had stepped out of the void on a Thestral.

"A wizard?" Baron Buck asked gravely, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Malcolm looked at Baron Buck and smiled, "Yes, I am a first-class wizard from Green Hut. But none of you should know what Green Hut is, let alone who Malcolm is, so you won't be afraid of me. For example, you can even talk to me, which is quite nice."

"After all, you're just natives of the Carlson continent. You know, on a map, the Carlson continent is only about the size of my little finger. Oh, and by the way, you probably don't even know the name of the landmass you're standing on. Sigh, why am I telling you all this? Getting down to business is more important."

As he spoke, he rubbed two fingers together with his left hand, and a transparent crystal ball appeared in his hand.

"You must be Buck Sara, right?" Malcolm asked politely.

Baron Buck remained calm and replied, "It is I."

"Oh, okay." Malcolm nodded, scratching his head somewhat sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I was entrusted to take the lives of your entire clan. I'm sorry."

The room fell into a deathly silence as soon as he said that. Malcolm spoke so naturally, as if he were saying a few words to an anthill before destroying it.

"How can you spare me, spare my family? What Simon gave you, I'll give you double!" Baron Buck clenched his fists tightly, sweat beading on his forehead.

Malcolm sighed, "There's nothing you can do. What he gave you, you can't give him, because he gave me his soul, a soul that willingly became a slave. Someone as strong as you could never willingly become a slave."

"A soul?" Baron Buck wondered if he had misheard.

"That's right, and it's a soul that harbors extreme resentment towards you. Such a soul is excellent material for spellcasting, and it's also perfect for me to verify whether my spell model is perfect." Malcolm spoke excitedly, gesturing wildly as he described it.

No one dared to interrupt him; even the birds in the surrounding forests stopped chirping.

After his excitement subsided, Malcolm glanced around, somewhat embarrassed. "Ah, I've talked too much again and taken up too much time. I'm so sorry. Shall we begin, Mr. Buck?"

"I won't just sit here and wait to die!" Buck drew his longsword and slashed forward first.

This sword strike was the full power of a Grand Knight; Herag couldn't even see Baron Buck's movements as he drew and thrust the sword.

If he were facing this sword, even with Deep Blue's warning, he wouldn't have time to react because the speed was simply too fast.

However, after Baron Buck charged out, he remained frozen in mid-air in his chopping stance, even his expression was frozen.

Malcolm shrugged, spread his hands, and the crystal ball floated in front of Baron Buck. He then said, "Barbarians are always so rude and impulsive."

"Although time is running out, I still need to introduce my spell to you. It's called the Blood Curse, which can kill everyone within three generations of the target's blood relation. My spell requires the target's entire blood supply, as well as a soul that utterly hates the target, and that soul must also willingly sign a soul contract with me. These conditions are indispensable, and I didn't expect to meet them so quickly."

"What was this originally called again? Oh right, when Simon came to me with the token, I was thinking of just sending him away. But I didn't expect him to hate you so much. It's perfect for completing my magic experiment, so I came."

"Let's begin!"

Malcolm spread his arms wide, muttering something under his breath. The crystal ball spun rapidly, then stopped spinning.

Baron Buck's mouth opened, but it looked strange, as if something was forcing his mouth open.

"Warning! Strong magical energy detected!"

In Hrag's eyes, the situation was even more terrifying.

Malcolm was filled with terrifying magic, and he was completely enveloped by a massive amount of magic.

A magical pillar extended from the crystal ball and plunged directly into Baron Buck's mouth.

Then, all of Baron Buck's blood began to rush towards the crystal ball through the magical channels.

The transparent crystal ball quickly turned red, and Baron Buck's blood was continuously poured into it.

The crystal ball looks small, but it seems to be able to hold as much blood as it can.

The once burly Baron Buck quickly became skin and bones, his entire body shrinking considerably.

This scene deeply impacted everyone present.

what! !

Only then did the crowd begin to scream and run, a tremendous fear engulfing everyone.

"We were so naive, so incredibly naive..."

Looking at the scene before him, Herag suddenly felt that everything he had experienced before was ridiculous.

Baron Buck thought he could escape disaster by marrying the Duke of Tulip, but in the wizard's eyes, even the king was probably just an ant.

Who cares what the ants think?

"Baron!" Emil's anger even outweighed his fear, and he drew his longsword, ready to charge forward.

Melissa, on the platform, also wanted to rush out and hug her father, but her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)