Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 41 The Price of Realizing a Dream

That was an evil ritual belonging to barbarians.

With the blessing of evil forces, the wounds of the dead who were split in two were covered with mud and ash to seal them.

No blood flowed, only half-faced expressions of despair.

Half of my gaze was fixed on the campfire, and the other half on the deep night.

Brown's mouth was tightly covered by his sister, and the two of them lay face down in the mud.

Their faces were covered in thick mud, leaving only two pores and a tiny crack through which they could observe the outside world.

They didn't even dare to shed tears, for fear of breaking through the mud on their faces and being discovered.

That was Brown's eternal nightmare.

He never imagined he would see such a scene one day.

It's been several years already.

I thought I had forgotten everything.

Brown trembled as he clutched his head, covered his ears, and closed his eyes tightly.

I dared not look at those feet, which were facing each other, and see if they were limbs that had been cut in half.

His right hand was still clutching the black rope connecting the small incense bead, hoping that the bead could exert its power and drive away this terrifying memory as soon as possible.

"Brown".

Suddenly a familiar voice rang in my ears.

"It's alright, little brother."

Brown's trembling stopped, and he slowly raised his head.

"elder sister……"

The country girl, who wasn't particularly cute, gave her younger brother a simple, honest smile.

Looking at her brother's pale face, she was still gently comforting him.

"It's alright, little brother, they're all gone."

"Giggle giggle..."

Brown's teeth began to chatter, and his lips lost all color, turning as pale as a dead man's.

"sister……"

The village girl looked puzzled, then took another step forward and stretched out her mud-covered hand to her younger brother.

"Little brother, what are you afraid of?"

Brown plopped down on the ground. He tried to back away, but his limbs were stiff and he couldn't move an inch.

How could he not be afraid?

His sister did not survive that ordeal.

No, his sister did not die in that disaster.

She died at the hands of her own younger brother.

……

The siblings, hiding in the mud, could not escape the barbarians' keen sense of smell. However, before they were discovered, a group of wizard apprentices appeared and interrupted the impending slaughter.

They drove here from afar.

The barbarians saw it from afar and panicked, hastily departing without even taking all the food meant for the sacrifice with them.

Fortunately, these guys didn't escape punishment.

A wizard apprentice suddenly flew up and gave chase.

After the thunder and lightning, Brown saw that the barbarians, who had just been arrogant, grinning menacingly, and helpless, had turned into piles of charred remains.

Brown's eyes were wide open, and even though the muddy water was flowing into them and hurt terribly, he couldn't bear to close them.

He endured the pain, watching the apprentice fly back to the carriage, and then slowly walked to him and his sister.

Brown and his sister climbed out of the mud and knelt before the wizard, thanking him for saving their lives.

But while Brown was grateful, a new and irrepressible thought arose in his mind.

The turning point in our destiny has arrived.

If he can follow the person in front of him, is there a possibility that he could become a wizard?

Brown seemed to see himself soaring through the sky, and himself effortlessly killing his enemy.

Becoming a wizard—that's the life he was meant to have!

However, Brown's dream didn't last long before it was cruelly shattered.

At the sister's pleading, the wizard agreed to take them back.

But he only agreed to take one person with him.

Another person will be left here.

The reason was that their carriage could only fit one more person.

Brown couldn't understand.

They clearly had two carriages, one carrying a dozen or so children, and the other, which was more spacious, carrying only two wizards.

The carriage that could only fit one person was the small carriage that was already carrying more than a dozen children.

No one is allowed to ride in the wizard's car.

That is blasphemy.

The wizard who once unleashed lightning turned to his companion and asked, "Let's take this boy; he seems quite capable."

But another pale-faced wizard pointed firmly at Brown's sister, "No, I want a maid."

The Lightning Wizard sighed, "There's so little a maid can do."

The pale wizard, however, became even more resolute. "What do you know? Maids represent justice."

The Lightning Wizard shook his head but did not object further, agreeing with the Pale Wizard's decision.

Brown's face immediately turned even paler than the pale wizard's.

Was he going to be abandoned?

Brown looked helplessly at his sister.

Sister, tell them quickly! Let them take me away and leave you behind!

Tell me quickly, you love me so much, don't you always give me the good stuff?

Tell them quickly, let them take me away. Once I become a wizard, I will come and take you to live a good life!

But the girl who always took care of her younger brother was now just looking down, her hands constantly rubbing the hem of her clothes.

My sister is actually wavering!?

Brown couldn't believe it.

He squatted down silently, as if he had given up hope.

Out of the corner of her eye, the girl saw her younger brother's crouched and desperate appearance, and finally made up her mind.

She opened her mouth tremblingly, her voice filled with deep longing.

"My lord, my lord, I... I beg you... to take my brother away..."

"Bang!"

The girl was not able to finish her sentence.

A rock slammed into the back of her head, knocking her to the ground.

Brown looked at his sister in surprise.

The girl fell to the ground, covering her bleeding wound with her hand, and looked back at her younger brother in disbelief.

The surprise in the girl's eyes was turning into anger.

My sister is angry.

Brown felt his mind was exceptionally clear at that moment; he had never been so clear-headed before.

My sister is angry, so she won't give me this opportunity.

He walked forward expressionlessly.

How much strength could a poor boy possibly have?

Brown straightened up, panting heavily, and looked ahead with hopeful eyes at the wizard who had quietly watched the entire process.

"My lord, I'm all alone now."

The pale-faced wizard covered his nostrils with his fingers, as if Brown was emitting some kind of sour stench.

"Heh, I came out to recruit apprentices, but I didn't expect to see such a beast."

The Thunder Wizard did not make any comment.

The two of them turned and walked back to the carriage, but did not stop Brown from climbing into the carriage with the children sitting inside.

……

Memories flooded back, and his sister, who had been torn to pieces by his hands, reappeared before him with a perfectly intact face.

"This is an illusion," Brown told himself. "My sister can't possibly still be alive. After all these years, her ghost can't possibly be coming to me."

He felt that he was no longer the little boy who could only hide in his sister's arms.

It's just a hallucination, do you really think you can scare him to death?

Brown looked up, staring directly into his sister's face, and clenched his fist.

"I'm not afraid of you. Let's see what you can do then!"

But the older sister smiled.

Yes, how could lips get damaged?

Looking at those red lips, Brown threw another punch.

A hand steadily caught Brown's fist.

Brown looked up and saw Sid standing in front of him, staring coldly at him.

Sure enough, it was all an illusion!

That must be a hallucination of Lord West testing me, which is why the little incense beads he gave me didn't work.

"My lord!" Brown grinned. "Have I passed your test?"