I'm doing daily quests in Wizarding World

Chapter 36 Poseidon (2)

In the middle of the night, a thick fog rose from the streets.

Thick fog covered the entire street, and everything was wet.

A figure lightly leaped over the wall and entered the courtyard.

"Stop!" a voice came from next door, calling out to the figure leaping over the wall.

The figure who had climbed over the wall into the courtyard stopped in his tracks.

The thick fog dissipated around him, revealing the figure in the courtyard. The figure's long arms almost reached his knees, and his pale face was stiff and cold. Dybala stood there, tilting his head to examine the inhuman monster on the second-floor balcony next to him.

Its orange-yellow pupils were filled with murderous intent, and its strong, scale-covered body looked down at him from above.

Dybala couldn't help but let out a strange laugh. "I remember you. You were among the people who came that day. Looks like I didn't come to the wrong place."

"You dare to be so arrogant after being injured?" Lauren stared at the very conspicuous sword wound on Dybala's right chest.

The sword wound almost pierced through his entire chest, the wound gaping open to reveal the pink flesh inside.

"Oh, this wound reminds me of that. That guy with the sword almost cut me in two the other day. I came here with good intentions, and you don't want others to know that you secretly released me, do you?" Dybala said.

"You're threatening me." Lauren clenched her fist.

He was to protect his master's peace at night and prevent others from disturbing him.

Dybala gave a sinister smile. "Because time was a bit tight, I apologize for being so presumptuous."

"Looks like I've come at the wrong time today, but it's okay. Your boss will definitely make a different decision than you. I'll come back to find you at this time tomorrow." Dybala said, then turned and left.

"Wait, you still haven't said what it is." Lauren felt that this guy was like a mentally deranged madman.

"Didn't I say that?" Dybala scratched his head, looking confused.

"Alright, I'll repeat myself. Although your master slipped away a long time ago, those people still guessed that I had accomplices. They even kept asking me who my accomplices were. Oh, but don't worry, I'm a very trustworthy person. I didn't say anything. I said I sneaked out on my own."

Dybala tilted his head. "Well, if they find out themselves, then it's none of my business. So I'm asking you guys if you want to kill them all to silence them. Then all our family's wealth, including that inheritance related to the sea god, will be yours~ Aren't you tempted? Hahahahahaha"

This lunatic, making such a loud noise in the middle of the night, is he afraid others won't hear him?

Lauren frowned.

Strangely, despite the madman's loud voice, the other residents in the vicinity were not awakened.

After Dybala finished speaking, he disappeared into the mist.

"Did he really say that?" In the early morning, Lynn opened the window and saw Lauren's reminder: a small blue flag hanging by the window. After having breakfast, he went to Lauren's house and learned about what happened last night.

"That's right, he sneaked into your yard in the middle of the night last night, but I chased him away!" Lauren said.

Lynn frowned. Dybala had found him, and his words carried a hint of threat.

It's said to be a legacy related to the sea god, but Lynn isn't too interested.

What's the use of having a lot of ordinary gold and silver jewelry? You only need enough of it.

Lynn now understood why the second wizard, the inheritor of the alchemy lab, had left a door made of so much gold there.

Compared to other metals that cannot be combined with magic, gold is considered a semi-magical metal.

Therefore, it is common to see magicians or wizards using gold to make magical or witchcraft items.

Compared to those precious and powerful magical metals, gold is not considered very valuable.

As for the lineage related to the sea god that Dybala mentioned, Lynn couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met Dybala.

Trapped underwater by several thick chains, it looked exactly like a water ghost after just crawling out of the water. Its appearance was also subpar, bordering on ugly.

Lynn doesn't care much about looks. If he had to choose between immense power and good looks, he would definitely choose the former.

But that would require him to be powerful enough to overlook such a minor issue, and Dybala's demonstrated strength wasn't strong enough to make Lynn's heart flutter.

If it can be bound by just a few chains, its ability probably isn't anything special.

Thinking of being threatened by Dybala, Lynn's eyes turned slightly cold. Next time, she would definitely deal with things more thoroughly.

Although he won't admit it, some things don't need evidence; mere suspicion is enough.

If that guy confesses before he dies, it will be troublesome and will disrupt his peaceful life.

Lynn felt he should have a serious talk with Dybala, as he wasn't interested in the so-called Sea God's legacy.

Through reading wizarding books and influenced by his past life memories, Lynn developed no reverence for God.

In his view, the so-called gods were nothing more than life forms with great power.

If you have enough power, it wouldn't be too difficult to play the role of a god.

Compared to the inheritance of the gods, the opportunity to capture a few gods is what excites Lynn.

And a lineage that needs to constantly eat people to survive?

"Let's talk about it tonight," Lynn said.

Lynn did not let Dybala affect her rhythm.

Because the Sleep Spell skill framework was successfully built, Lynn now has a lot more free time every day.

Lynn intended to use this time and space to read alchemy books.

Meditation has time limits; a single meditation session should not be too long.

If we compare the brain to a sophisticated instrument, then meditation is like operating at high speed. Prolonged high-intensity operation can easily damage the brain.

Therefore, it is important to manage the time for meditation; 4-6 hours a day is the optimal time for meditation.

Back in his room, Lynn picked up the baby gray rabbit that Borg had bought for him from the market.

Watching the little rabbits hopping around in the cage.

Lynn pinched the rabbit's mouth shut and poured the flesh-activating potion she had prepared yesterday into the rabbit's mouth, making it drink it all.

Releasing her grip, the rabbit shook its head, then hopped twice before turning its back to Lynn and shrinking into a corner.

Body activating agents have two effects: one is to increase activity and enhance the training effect.

Another possibility is that it can induce physical mutations.

These mutations are all random.

Moreover, it is more effective in young individuals and has a lower chance of inducing mutations in adult individuals.

The rabbit was still a minor, and Lynn was using it to test the effects of the medicine.

The materials used in the Body Revitalizing Potion may not be very rare, but it is indeed a type of wizard potion, belonging to the category of magical potions!

Put the rabbit in a cage and place the cage in the alchemy laboratory space.

Lynn then began her meditation and daily quests for the day.

That evening, Lynn stood in Lauren's yard, watching the thick fog gradually rise around her. Lauren told her that the fog had also risen suddenly the day before. The fog came too suddenly. At the end of the street, Dybala's tall figure emerged from the fog as expected.

Lauren, standing behind Lynn, glanced at Dybala's chest without revealing her expression. Compared to last night's wound, it had shrunk and healed considerably today. This guy's recovery ability was not bad.

"Relax, buddy, I'm here to seek cooperation." Dybala walked to the outside of the courtyard and smiled at Lynn in the yard, but his face was so ferocious that his smile was somewhat terrifying.

Lynn squinted and told Lauren to unlock the yard gate and let Dybala in.

"You look like you've suffered a serious injury," Lynn said, looking meaningfully at Dybala's wound.

Dybala touched the sword wound on his body and said with some reminiscence, "It was my carelessness. After I killed that swindler, I wanted to take revenge on the entire family, but I didn't expect there to be two outside helpers on the scene, a mage who used magic and a knight with superb swordsmanship. The knight slashed my chest with his sword, and I also gouged out one of his eyes."

Dybala said, "Now I just want to take revenge on those liars who deceived me. They promised to support my wife Marasia and my son if I accepted the family inheritance, but they lied to me. Not only that, my lover died three years ago because they couldn't afford medical treatment."

"That's such a shame," Lynn said.

Dybala said, "It's okay, I'll get my revenge anyway."

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Dybala asked.

Lynn stepped aside, gesturing for Dybala to enter Lauren's house.

Dybala wasn't afraid of traps. He walked straight into the house, found a place to sit down, and said, "My family ancestor was once a sailor who caught a statue during a fishing trip. That night, he dreamed of the statue, which gave him power. From then on, his fame grew, and he became a well-known sailor. Later, he even built his own fishing fleet."

"That sounds pretty good, but when I saw you, you were locked in the water. Your lineage must have some major drawbacks. I'm not interested in becoming a cannibalistic madman," Lynn said.

"Actually, this inheritance didn't have these drawbacks at the beginning, but as the inheritance has been passed down from generation to generation, the personalities of the clansmen who have inherited it have become more and more extreme, and some have even lost their minds and attacked the living. At first, only the most brilliant clan chief could inherit the inheritance, but now the inheritance has become something that even dogs would despise, but they still insist on keeping the power of the inheritance in the hands of their direct descendants," Dybala mocked.

"It's ridiculous that we fear it on one hand, yet are unwilling to relinquish its power on the other."

Lynn tapped his fingers lightly on the sofa armrest; he didn't know how to answer.

However, the human pursuit of power is an innate human trait that has existed since ancient times.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be a wizard apprentice," Dybala suddenly said.

Lynn's middle finger, which was resting on the leather, suddenly paused, and the air seemed to freeze. Seeing this, Dybala said, "This is no secret. He's just a wizard apprentice. In fact, many noble families have left behind such a legacy, but becoming a wizard requires talent. I really envy him. I don't have the talent of a wizard apprentice. Otherwise, I would have been taken away ten years ago and wouldn't have been chosen to receive this cursed legacy."

"You're probably planning to board that ship in five months, right? I wonder which family you're from; maybe we're even related by blood," Dybala asked tentatively.

(End of this chapter)