I'm doing daily quests in Wizarding World

Chapter 61 Divinity (1)

"Hahahahaha." Harlin, or rather Angre, the wizard with purple curly hair, chuckled softly, his shoulders trembling slightly. "Truly a brilliant student of mine."

"Lynn, you really make me very happy." Harlin turned to look at Lynn.

Anglie didn't really try to hide his identity, but whether Lynn could discover it was up to him.

"But please call me Harlem when we're in public from now on," Harlem said.

However, Lynn was curious whether Harlin, or rather Anglie, was really the same person, or whether the original Harlin had been replaced by Anglie.

If it were an ordinary person, it might be difficult to hide their identity.

However, it seems not impossible for a wizard to have two identities at the same time.

Harlin seemed to sense Lynn's confusion, and a flash of light appeared on the ring in his hand.

The next moment, a figure dressed in a black robe appeared in front of Lynn.

His cheeks were so thin they were almost skin and bones, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his demeanor was gloomy and melancholic.

Lynn's pupils contracted sharply when he saw the familiar figure.

He understood, and all the doubts in his mind were instantly resolved. Anglie, whom he had been in contact with, was merely a puppet; a living person could not be placed in a spatial ring.

And why has he never seen Anglie resting or sleeping? And why is it that every time he goes to see Anglie after arriving in Bangor Port, he is always sitting on the first floor in the same posture?

And as the little elf Bachoff said, the wizard Harlin stayed in his room and rarely came out after boarding the ship.

All the truths are connected in one line.

So, it must be tiring to try to control two puppets at the same time.

So, did you ever consider me your student?

My teacher, Anglie.

Lynn's feelings for Anglie were complicated.

"Just do your own thing, Lynn. I told you, this is just a fair deal. You just need to remember what you promised me." Anglie, dressed in a black robe and with his head bowed, slowly raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping around before lingering on Harlin for a moment.

Lynn paused for a moment, then nodded to Anglie, "I understand."

"Here, take this." Anglie walked to the side, picked up the horned demon's blood and broken horn from the ground, and handed it to Lynn.

"Don't use the demon's blood indiscriminately. The bottle of lava octopus blood I gave you before is best used as experimental material, not on yourself. Although becoming a bloodline wizard can grant you decent spellcasting abilities in a short time, it won't be of much benefit in the long run."

Anglie instructed.

"I understand, teacher."

Anglie then walked over to the wizard lying on the ground and stripped him of all his clothes and ornaments.

"Any seemingly insignificant item on a wizard's person could be a magical artifact, so never underestimate any wizard, even if he seems to have lost all ability to resist," Anglie said to himself.

The next moment, a blue light appeared in Anglie's eyes, and a dark blue spell landed on the wizard on the ground.

The wizard lying on the ground twitched slightly, and the next moment his body defied the rules and he sat up backwards.

The wizard, who had just sat up from the ground, lowered his head and looked dazed.

He appeared to have lost his mind.

"What did you steal?" Harlin asked.

"A siren's sacrificial offering, a broken trident," the wizard murmured.

"Where is Dong XZ?" Harlin asked.

"It's in my spatial ring," the wizard continued to mutter to himself.

Anglie fiddled with the jewelry in his hand. The wizard wore three rings: a ruby ​​ring, an antique silver ring, and a blue ring inlaid with an emerald.

"Where are you from?" Harlin asked.

"The Wizard's Tower in the Forest of Bones," the wizard murmured.

"The Wizard Tower of the Bone Forest? But as far as I know, most of the wizards in the Bone Forest have been turned into undead," Harlin said. "Next time, please come up with a better reason."

Suddenly, Anglie, who was standing to the side, made a move and placed his right hand on the top of the wizard's head.

The wizard's already dazed eyes suddenly rolled upwards, leaving only the whites of his eyes visible.

"By the way, stop preparing to cast spells in the dark. Your leaping mental energy is more noticeable than the fish swimming in a pool," Harlin chuckled.

"His background doesn't matter. What matters is knowing what he stole. Once it's in the wizard's hands, it's my spoils." Harlin took the ring from Anglie, closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, and then the blue ring with emeralds inlaid in it emitted a faint light.

Harlin now held a heavy trident.

This is a heavy weapon with only a small portion of the halberd handle and the three-pronged tip remaining.

It has a simple and antique style and a copper-green color.

"Another wizard trying to get a bargain." Harlin played with the trident for a moment, smiled, and tossed it to Lynn.

Lynn instinctively caught the broken trident. His palm felt heavy; even with his physical strength, the trident felt incredibly heavy in his hand.

This is definitely not something an ordinary person could lift.

"This thing must be related to the sea god," Harlin said.

"In reality, the truly valuable things of those gods have been looted by the great wizards, but over the years, some wizards have tried to find treasures in the remains of those gods," Harlin said calmly.

"They are questioning the judgment of those great wizards."

Harlin looked at Lynn, "But this thing isn't entirely useless. Your statue might be interested in it. Why don't you try summoning it?"

Lynn took the sea god statue out of his storage ring and placed it on the ground.

The statue of Poseidon did not react after being summoned.

"What, Mythus, god of tides and sea monsters, do I have to call your name myself before you respond?" Harlin said disdainfully to the statue.

After a moment of silence, the surface of the sea god statue that had been taken out emitted a faint blue light. In a daze, Lynn seemed to hear the sound of the tides and the roar of a giant sea monster.

A phantom dimension descended from the void in a daze, but it was ultimately just an illusion.

Lynn stared intently at the statue.

I was a little curious, and a little excited.

Is this God?

This statue can actually communicate with the legendary gods, but where does the power of these gods come from?

"Wizard, you are not worthy to speak with me. Your power is far inferior to that of the most powerful wizards." A deep voice came from the other side of the statue, or perhaps from another ocean in the darkness.

"Once hailed as the most active god in the ocean, now he is trapped in the underworld, relying on statues to slowly spread faith and draw power. It's truly pitiful and tragic. I wonder when he will regain his power." Harlin said meaningfully, "Don't you want this trident?"

"This trident is not my divine object; it is of no use to me," came the voice of the void from the statue.

"If it were truly useless, you wouldn't have responded to my call. For you now, responding to a call consumes a lot of power, doesn't it?" Harlin said slowly, like a devil tempting mortals.

(End of this chapter)