Sixth Ring Wizard

Chapter 97 Bones

Lizzie had her hair tied in a ponytail and a long sword slung at her waist.

She had always wanted to learn swordsmanship from Kalim, but Kalim used a greatsword, which was not suitable for her.

Despite the tedious task, she remained dutiful, pacing back and forth beside the iron cage and occasionally glancing at Ives's condition.

This was a task assigned by Kalim, and she had to complete it perfectly; she didn't want to leave a bad impression on Kalim.

The clouds are thick tonight, obscuring the moon and making the night quite dark.

"Water..." Ives suddenly uttered a single word weakly.

Lizzie immediately turned to look at him and asked, "What?"

"Water...give me some water, I feel like I'm going to die," Ives said weakly, gasping for breath, as if he might kick the bucket at any moment.

Lizzie refused, saying, "No, you can only drink water once a day, and you've already had some today."

Ives pleaded, "Please, I'm getting weaker and weaker these days. I can't even drink water once a day anymore. I know my own body best... cough... cough... give me some water, I'm really... I'm going to die..."

He spoke haltingly, exhaling more than inhaling, and looked like he was really about to die.

Lizzie hesitated for a moment: "Kalim wants him alive so he can personally send him to the gallows. If he dies now, Kalim will definitely be unhappy. It's just a little water..."

"Then I'll pour you some." She remembered that the water bucket was not far away, and people would usually scoop out a spoonful of water when they wanted to drink.

Lizzie quickly walked over, scooped up a spoonful of water, and steadily carried it to the iron cage.

The iron cage was quite low on the ground. Lizzie placed a spoon on top of the cage and said, "Open your mouth."

"Thanks……"

Ives said something in a low voice, then slowly opened his mouth.

Lizzie began to tilt the spoon in her hand, and water began to drip.

Suddenly, a tiny black shadow flashed by.

Lizzie's eyes widened, her beautiful eyes bulging out, before she collapsed forward, falling onto the iron cage.

A bloody hole appeared on her forehead and another on the back of her head, from which bright red blood flowed.

Ives glanced indifferently at the corpse, looked around, and then laboriously stretched out his deformed left hand, reaching with difficulty to hook the key on Lizzie's waist. Among that bunch of keys was the key to the iron cage.

He always had a tiny piece of bone hidden in his mouth.

Ives ate the same food as the slaves, which was food from the swill bucket.

The swill bucket contained a mixture of many kinds of food, and he once ate a small piece of bone.

After eating the bone, he immediately and nonchalantly hid it under his tongue.

His guards wouldn't check his mouth unnecessarily, so the bone had been hidden for over twenty days and was a crucial tool for his desperate escape.

As Lizzie approached to pour water, the instant he opened his mouth, he used all his strength to shoot the bone away, piercing through Lizzie's skull.

Having experienced the repeated loss of his limbs during this period, he deliberately concealed the progress of his left hand's recovery. In any case, no one would notice if it was a day or two slower than before; they would only think that the long-term injury was making the recovery slower and slower.

Although he was crippled and seriously injured, he was still a great knight.

He couldn't kill with his hands and feet; he still had a mouth and a chest cavity to use.

To deal with someone like Lizzie who isn't even a knight, he only needs to be able to move his head and above.

It was when he shot through Lizzie's head that Hellagur noticed the commotion through Deep Blue.

Ives laboriously stretched his hand out of the cage and struggled to hook the bunch of keys.

He pressed his entire body against the cage, just so he could extend his arms a little further.

Just as he was about to hook the keys with his finger, the keys were snatched away by a hand that suddenly appeared.

Ives looked up in disbelief and saw Hrag looking at him with a smile on his lips.

"Give it to me...please..." Ives was truly begging this time.

Herag laughed, "Looks like you really wanted to get out. You were so focused that you didn't even notice me standing right next to you."

"Please..." Ives pleaded in a low voice.

He dared not speak loudly, for if he alerted others, he would have no hope of escaping.

Herag shrugged. "Sorry, I won't get involved in your affairs. I'm only stopping you from escaping so you don't delay our journey."

He didn't care whether Ives lived or died, or whether he escaped or not; it was none of his business.

The main concern is that if Ivis escapes, Kalim will definitely try to capture the dead Lizzie and bring Ivis back, which will certainly affect the caravan's journey.

If Helag were to travel on his own, it would still be a two-week journey, and preparing supplies would be a hassle.

To avoid trouble and ensure his schedule wasn't disrupted, he decisively intervened to prevent Ives' escape.

"Kalim, your prisoner is about to escape, and you're still fast asleep?" Hrag's voice wasn't loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Many carriages around immediately turned on their lights, and some people, disheveled and sleepy-eyed, got off their carriages with lanterns to check the situation.

Kalim rushed over and immediately spotted Lizzie lying on top of the iron cage. His eyes glared angrily: "Lizzie!"

He rushed over and picked up Lizzie's body. After glancing at the wound on Lizzie's head, his heart sank. He knew that she was definitely going to die.

"Who did this!" Kalim roared angrily.

He always treated Lizzie like a younger sister. In his heart, Lizzie was always a simple and lovely girl, and he took care of her in many ways.

Now that Lizzie has died tragically, Kalim is filled with immense anger and sorrow.

Ives quickly climbed to the other side of the cage, not daring to look at Kalim at all.

"You did this?" Kalim roared, noticing Ives's movements inside the cage.

By this time, almost everyone in the caravan had woken up, and many people came over. When the ladies saw Lizzie's body in Kalim's arms, they covered their mouths in surprise.

Ives shook his head frantically: "No...no..."

"Ives killed him; the murder weapon was probably a bone or something hidden in his mouth," Herag said from the side.

Kalim glanced at the wound again, then at the spoon lying on the ground and the water stains, and combined with the information Herag had given him, he instantly pieced together the whole story.

"I! Vis!" he roared, setting Lizzie's body aside before violently tearing the iron cage apart and pulling Ivis out, holding him as if he were a chick.

(End of this chapter)