Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 339 The Mysterious Sea

Kaurghri is a large city that has been established for less than a hundred years, but in terms of both infrastructure and population density, it has far surpassed the current capital of the Principality of Kema.

Moreover, there are many novel things there that I have never heard of before, and even Captain Harry's airship is commonplace there.

However, settling there is very difficult, requiring a series of checks and a large sum of money, even for wizard apprentices.

Baidong Academy is only open to formal wizards and above free of charge.

"What if it's just a short stay?" Thor asked.

"Then you only need to pay this amount. However, you'll need to be subject to periodic audits." Pound gestured a number to Saul.

Saul immediately abandoned the idea of ​​going to Caulgerly as his next stop.

As they talked, the walls of Blue Water Bay came into view, but Thor still couldn't see "Blue Water" or Black Water.

"Isn't Blue Water Bay located by the sea?"

"That was true in the past, but after the great war a hundred years ago, the town of Bluewater Bay was moved to a place far away from the sea. In recent years, the soul tides have become more and more frequent, and even the villages living near the bay have had to move away."

Pound rolled down the large car window and pointed out the direction to Saul, "If you want to go to the seaside, just follow that road south."

As Pound explained, Saul slowly frowned. "Since the seaside is no longer inhabited, why are there still ships docked at the pier there?"

Pound looked bitter. "Because it's cheap, sir. But in the last two years, fewer and fewer ships have been willing to dock at Bluewater Bay, and things have become increasingly difficult."

Thor scanned Pound's ten fingers. "Difficult?"

"Haha," Pound gave an awkward smirk, "I don't do business around here. I just come to visit my wife and children who live here occasionally."

Thor naturally wouldn't concern himself with Pound's private life; he kept Pound around mainly to learn about the Soul Tide.

How much do you know about the tides of the soul?

"Many, sir."

Pound's eyes lit up; he knew his chance to shine had come!

……

Saul never actually entered the town of Bluewater Bay. He asked Pound for a horse and silently turned onto the path leading to the bay halfway there.

Although the wealthy businessman Pound regretted not being able to invite Saul to his home, he was mostly relieved that Saul had left.

He ordered his men to hurry, wanting to get home as soon as possible, but as soon as the carriage picked up speed, he saw a group of nobles waiting outside the city gate.

"Sir!" A slightly older servant outside the carriage window said in a trembling voice, "Viscount Elaf, Madame Shetley, Mr. Otto requests that you come in and have a seat."

Pound paused for a moment, then let out a long breath.

On the other side, when Thor arrived at the beach, it was already getting gray.

Thick clouds came into view almost instantly. The sky was clear on the shore, but dark clouds loomed over the sea.

It's like a sharp blade, dividing the sea and the land into two distinct worlds.

Only the waves, shrouded in white foam, occasionally crossed the boundary. They were like hands struggling to survive, trying to climb ashore, but ultimately retreating in despair because of the beach's indifference.

What had just happened wasn't entirely a metaphor. Thor squinted and looked, and between the rising and falling waves, occasionally pairs of pale arms would appear, their knuckles twisted and clawing menacingly at the shore, only to be quickly swept away by the spray.

"There is definitely a problem with the seawater here."

The ocean of my past life was breathtaking, but the ocean before me always gives me a vague sense of unease.

It's like you're not looking at the sea from the shore, but a drowning person who could sink to the bottom of the sea forever at any moment.

Even at the furthest point where the sea and sky meet, there is a distortion, with pale gray and deep indigo gradually merging together, yet also devouring each other.

The skyline is not a straight line, but a distorted outline.

After watching for only a short while, Thor felt his spirit body becoming restless. He lowered his head, no longer looking at the end of the sky, but only focusing on what was in front of him.

"No wonder ordinary people are willing to spend huge sums of money to move a city. If you really lived by the sea every day and looked at this kind of scenery, nine out of ten people would go crazy."

At this moment, he was standing on a cliff some distance from the sea, preparing to fly down to the bottom of the cliff to observe the sea up close, when he heard other sounds mixed in with the waves.

That was the sound of shoes rubbing against sand and shells, and the sound of walking against the waves.

Thor looked around and finally spotted a dozen people on a flat sandy area below the cliff.

The group consisted of men and women, young and old. Each of them had a thick hemp rope tied around their waist, which was attached to a large rock on the shore.

Their eyes were covered with black cloths, and their feet were on the wet sand, sometimes stepping into the knee-deep seawater.

They would stop after taking a step or two and reach their hands into the seawater or sand to feel around.

Every time they bent over, they appeared tense, their knees slightly bent and taut, ready to exert force at any moment. It was as if they weren't bending over, but preparing to jump.

Are these people... going beachcombing?

Thor used his flying ability to silently leap off the cliff, landing about a hundred meters away from the men.

He walked a few steps toward the sea, looking down at the sand dunes plowed by the waves, but found nothing.

"There are very few seashells and seaweed here. But there are no traces of human footsteps. This means that they were not dug up by beachcombers. Rather, this is a remote place where there is a lack of flora and fauna."

Suddenly, the little algae emerged from the back of Thor's neck, looking around like a nimble little snake.

"What did you find this time?"

Xiao Zao immediately turned her head towards the direction of the waves.

"Is it the scent of death?" Thor thought to himself, and took two more steps toward the sea.

Suddenly he heard a terrified scream coming from the crowd.

He immediately turned his head to look and saw one of the men suddenly straighten up and then, without saying a word, turn around and run towards the rope.

He ran until the waves couldn't touch him before stopping. Even though it was only a few steps, he was already bent over and panting heavily.

He was clearly terrified.

Although Thor only turned his head after the other person shouted, his quick reflexes and excellent eyesight allowed him to see clearly what had frightened the man.

Those were a pair of pale hands, hidden in the equally pale waves.

Those hands materialized in an instant, grasping the man's wrist as he groped in the seawater.

That's why the man fled ashore in terror.

After the man fled, everyone else stopped and straightened up. They turned their heads, which were covered with black cloths, towards the man, also looking very nervous. But after a few breaths, no one followed the man ashore.

They seemed hesitant, indecisive, and reluctant to part.

Another minute of silence followed, then the first person continued bending down and groping for things in the sand, then the second, the third...

Everyone's face was numb, even the children's.

The man who had been frightened away rested on the shore for a while, leaning on his knees. Then he stretched the rope again, and after confirming that it was securely tied to the rock, he went back into the sea.

"There should be something in the sea that we can sell for money." Thor decided to walk over to where those people were and ask them directly.

Just then, another unexpected event occurred.

A boy suddenly slipped and fell into the water. He struggled to get up, but somehow he crawled two steps into deeper water.

After being choked by the spray, he frantically reached for the rope around his waist, trying to determine the direction of the shore.

But when he straightened the rope and climbed two more steps along its direction, he found that the water was even deeper.

His face, where it wasn't covered by the black cloth, showed a look of terror; he clearly didn't know why this was happening.

(End of this chapter)