Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 299 Confirmation

The captain of the land-based boat looked at Kismet and asked the question he had been wanting to understand.

"I know what I want, what they want, and what Knaus wants in this protracted agreement, but I've never been clear about what you want."

"Don't be nervous, I don't need any resources. All I want is a great story. You know, music without ups and downs isn't good."

Oscar Wilde did not readily believe his words.

"Although the Land-based Craft only operates in the Western Continent, it has carried travelers from all over the world. I have heard your name from them. It is always accompanied by death."

Kismet tilted his head, a helpless look on his face. "There's nothing I can do about it. I guess it's because I'm always accompanied by parting and loneliness. That's the main theme of my fate."

Aruba looked at Kismet in front of him, his eyebrows twitching. He felt that this person spoke strangely.

He decided to change the subject. "What does Gorsar want with that half-elf?"

"How would I know such a thing? In any case, it's not a rendezvous with a lover."

Wilde looked at Kismett, not quite believing what the man was saying.

Sure enough, Kismet added, "But ever since he met that half-elf, he's switched from focusing on the light attribute to focusing on the dark attribute."

Wilde narrowed his eyes. "You mean that half-elf is involved in Gorsar's plan to resurrect Jorah?"

Aruba clenched his fist. "Then isn't she far more important than that apprentice? Can we even control that half-elf?"

As soon as Aruba finished speaking, he saw Kismet and Wilde both give him a complicated look.

Wilde skipped over Aruba's question, asking, "Can we bring that half-elf over here?"

Kismet shrugged. "You might not be able to afford the price."

"The greater the cost, the greater the benefit," Wilde laughed, his stubble jiggling with each muscle movement. "You've come all this way today, haven't you? To help us make the connection, haven't you?"

Kismet stroked the strings, looked down and chuckled, "I was just passing by."

……

After Kismet left, Wilde pondered the news he had just received about the half-elves.

Aruba, who hadn't dared to say another word, stepped forward and lowered his voice, saying, "This Kismet... is he reliable? Could he be one of them?"

Oscar Wilde shook his head. "No, he also contributed a lot to the tripartite agreement being reached."

"Didn't you say he didn't want anything? Then what's in it for him?"

"I don't know. Rumor has it that wherever this guy appears, there is always mass death. I guess all his actions are probably for the purpose of advancing to the third-tier wizard level."

"Tier 3?" Aruba suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

All the pride and joy of youth are worn down by the difficulties of advancing in each stage of life.

The people of the kingdom were proud of him, but little did they know that Aruba always felt unconsciously anxious when he looked at these true geniuses around him.

His inexplicable failure to advance was a major blow to him.

Knas's journey to land and boats was not only for healing but also to clear his mind.

Especially since he got injured, he has been having nightmares every night.

He dreamed that he kept playing the piano, his fingers bleeding and his skin peeling off, but he just couldn't stop.

Finally, he looked down and realized that what he was playing was not a piano at all, but his own ribs!

Anxiety resurfaced on Aruba's face. He hurriedly bid farewell to Wilde and left the deck, perhaps to find another woman to vent his frustrations on.

Oscar Wilde glanced disdainfully at Aruba's retreating figure, snorted, and gave a soft snort.

After a moment, he suddenly spoke up, "Can you tell what color Kismet's emotions are?"

A jelly-like creature, resembling a chameleon, suddenly appeared on Wilde's shoulder.

It is now fluorescent green, and its only eye is constantly darting around.

Upon hearing Wilde's question, it made no sound, but simply turned its head and stared intently into Wilde's eyes.

Without a word, Wilde plunging his hand into his eye socket, gouged out his own eyeball, and casually tossed the eyeball, still attached to the blood vessels and fascia, into the gaping mouth of the strange creature.

That was his companion fairy.

Oscar Wilde named it the Fire Dragon.

The name sounds grand, but unfortunately, Yinglong is just a weak little fairy with peculiar tastes and some special abilities.

The fairy named Yinglong swallowed Wilde's freshly made eyes without even chewing them.

Wilde then watched as his left eye rose and fell within the translucent body of the fluorescent dragon, gradually turning the fluorescent green into a brownish-red.

It's like a swamp filled with rotting, moldy corpses.

Satisfied, the galaxy finally stopped staring at Wilde's other eye and instead opened its mouth wide, letting out a high-pitched cry.

"Croak—"

Only Wilde himself could hear this sound.

"He's excited?" Wilde stroked his full beard, which lay obediently in his hand. "Every time Kismet gets excited, it's accompanied by a lot of death... Could this Blood Town curse be related to him too?"

……

Since being ambushed by the land-based boatmen of Cadis, Thor has kept the gates of Black Castle tightly shut and brought the Devil Vines back from the forest to the castle.

Dark green vines broke free from the ground and coiled around the black castle, just like a giant python coiling around a thin man.

Blackburg groans silently in the perpetually dark forest, and anyone who passes by below feels a pang of anxiety and dizziness.

This caused the terrifying legends of Blackburg to spread once again throughout the northern desert city.

This state of heightened vigilance naturally attracted the attention of their allies.

So, just two days later, Brie came to visit again.

This time, instead of driving a carriage, he rode a tall, brown warhorse, galloping all the way to Blackburg.

Unfortunately, when he arrived at the gates of Blackburg and revealed his identity, all he received was the rustling of leaves and the swirling cold wind at the gate.

"Lord Thor?" Brie controlled his warhorse to calm it down and called out to the temporary master of Blackburg once again.

After a long while, he heard the gates of Blackburg open.

Bri breathed a sigh of relief, quickly dismounted, and stepped onto the porch steps.

But when he saw the scene inside the door, the cold air he had just exhaled was abruptly drawn back in.

"Thor? I saw signs of a fight in the woods. Are you alright?"

Behind the gates of Blackburg, there was no sign of Thor, but rather a dense mass of dark green vines resembling a swarm of pythons.

Thor has completely sealed the gate with the Devil Vines!

"Are you somewhat disappointed to see that I'm alright, Lord Bri?"

From behind the tangled, twisted vines came Thor's somewhat hoarse voice.

Brie's expression turned serious. "Sol, you can ask me any questions you may have. I don't know what happened to you, but as the liaison between the Duchy of Kema and the Wizard Tower, I will take responsibility for my actions. I also hope you can give me a chance to explain. If you are still worried, I can help you notify the other wizards in the kingdom, or even Grand Duke Kira."

There was a moment of silence inside the gate.

"Or I can notify the Wizard Tower directly," Brie added.

Thor's hoarse voice rang out again, "No need. The new master of Blackburg will be here soon. Until then, I won't see anyone or say anything. You can leave."

Bree was helpless. He knew that Saul might be suspicious of him now, but if Saul refused to communicate, he would have no chance to clear his name.

He took a step back and retreated to the bottom of the steps.

"I understand. But I hope that when the new master of Blackburg arrives, you will give me a chance to explain. We each represent the Wizard Tower and the Duchy of Kema, and I hope that our misunderstanding will not affect our relationship, as that would only embolden our true enemy."

Thor did not respond, and even the gates of Blackburg slammed shut.

Brie took a step back, looking worried, and turned to leave.

However, just as he turned around, as a fallen leaf swept past the corner of his lips by the wind, Brie's lips suddenly curled up slightly.

But as the leaves flew by, the smile on his lips disappeared.

"It's confirmed," Brie thought. "The mark has been planted; we can move on to the next step."

At the same time, Thor inside Blackburg turned around and gave a knowing smile.

"I'm sure of it," Thor thought. "Bri and Cadis are in cahoots. We'll see what they do next."

The two walked in different directions, each with their backs to the gates of Blackburg.

Fourth update, hehehehe~

(End of this chapter)