I'm doing daily quests in Wizarding World

Chapter 70 is suspended (Part 2)

On a tall, lush branch, a black crow stared intently at the metal house not far away.

The door opened, and a pale-faced, thin boy with cold features walked out of the room. The boy suddenly turned his head and looked at the crow, putting his right hand into his pocket.

A moment later, the boy suddenly pulled a staff from his pocket. The crow sensed something was wrong and spread its wings to fly away, but the next moment a strong impact made its wings stiffen, the world spin, and it fell from the tree to the ground. The crow, with its head tilted, stared at the ground not far away with its only remaining eye.

The footsteps grew closer.

Until a pair of jet-black hard leather boots kicked up pebbles from the ground and came into view.

"Strange, crows followed me when I first left the forest, and there are still crows now. Are there really that many red-eyed crows?" Lynn picked up a crow from the ground.

Looking at the raven with its bright red eyes, Lynn noticed something. His expression shifted slightly, and he parted the feathers on its abdomen with his fingers, finding an eyeball in its abdominal cavity.

"Caw!" the crow cried out in pain.

Lynn reached out and gouged out the eyeballs from its abdomen. The bloodshot eyeballs rolled slightly on his fingertips. Lynn squinted and leaned down to sniff. "It's the scent of something that's been modified."

Lynn muttered to himself, a meaningful smile appearing on his pale face.

He seemed to know how he had been discovered.

Yes, my deal with Anglie is over.

But that only signifies the end of his deal with Anglie.

The sky was slightly clear, and the weather was fine and sunny.

A large number of wizarding apprentices gathered in the open space outside the street, and then a series of exclamations of surprise echoed across the area.

Everyone looked in awe towards the back mountain; the lush forest of yesterday had been transformed into a majestic maze of stone walls.

The towering walls, like layers of mountains, stretch all the way to the cloud-shrouded peak in the middle of the island.

Everything changed overnight, and no one knew exactly when the change occurred.

Behind Harlin stood a group of short, yellow-green, pointed-eared men who looked fearful and trembled.

These little dwarfs wore simple, dirty clothes, looking like a group of muddy radishes just pulled from the ground.

"This island trial is different from the previous ones," Harlin said, looking around. "There will be more than just people from your ship participating in this trial; there will also be some special contestants."

"Your performance inside will be seen by the wizards outside. If you perform well, the academy might extend an offer to you. This time, each of you will need to lead a goblin," Harlin said.

"Listen carefully, I'll only say this once. Each of you will lead a goblin, and you have one month to navigate the maze and reach the summit."

"In the maze, there will be some monster lairs. As long as you can conquer the monster lairs, you will get some 'resources' and points. At the same time, plundering is not prohibited in the maze. If you encounter other apprentices, you can plunder their resources and points. Also, all the resources you collect in the maze can be taken out of this trial."

"My lord wizard, what is the use of points?" a wizard apprentice asked, raising his hand.

"Your points are your achievements, and you can exchange them for magic stones. In the wizarding world, magic stones are a form of hard currency. To be honest, I'm a little tempted, young men and women." A gloomy smile appeared on Harlin's face.

Some noble wizard apprentices' eyes lit up.

They knew the magic stone was precious.

Some of the commoner wizard apprentices nearby, though unaware of magic stones, couldn't help but get excited after someone explained them to them.

"Choose a goblin yourself," Harlin said.

Behind Harlin, the goblins huddled together looked on in horror at the approaching wizard apprentices.

Lynn also walked out of the crowd. Just like picking out goods, you have to hurry up and choose, otherwise the good ones will be taken and only the defective ones will be left.

As Lynn passed by Harlin, their eyes met unintentionally.

The two acted as if they didn't know each other, looking away from each other.

Harlin coughed twice.

Lynn's gaze fell on the second goblin closest to him, an old, elderly goblin.

His face was more wrinkled than the other goblins around him, he was hunched over, and his thin chest was almost protruding with his ribs.

"You're the one." Lynn pointed to the goblin.

"I want this goblin too. I actually had my eye on it earlier." A voice came from the side. A wizard apprentice looked at Lynn with a smile. He didn't know which goblin was good or bad, but he knew that Lynn and Harlin had a good relationship, and that was enough. There were two other wizard apprentices beside him.

"Get out." Lynn suddenly reached out his right hand, grabbed the unfamiliar wizard apprentice by the neck, lifted him high, and slammed him to the ground.

boom--

Dust flew everywhere.

Lynn then pulled his staff from his pocket and smashed it hard into the temple of the fallen wizard apprentice.

click.

His temples were sunken.

It was clear that he wouldn't survive.

The surrounding wizard apprentices paused, all turning to look at Lynn. A staff could be used like that?!

Not far away, Anushekh's pupils contracted, and he looked at Lynn with apprehension, as if he had thought of something.

"Don't be a jerk, I hate jerks the most." Lynn calmly shook the blood off his staff, as if he had done something insignificant.

Lynn is increasingly fond of using simple methods to solve complex problems, provided that she has the confidence to solve the problem, rather than blindly rushing in.

For example, right now, after this wizard apprentice was beaten to death, no one stood up for him.

"Do you know him?"

Lynn looked at the other two people beside the wizard apprentice.

"I don't know him." "We're not familiar with each other, I was just passing by." The other two wizard apprentices quickly shook their heads.

"Come with me." Lynn turned around and looked at the old goblin.

The old goblin glanced at Lynn with fear. He thought Lynn might be a cruel master, but he had no choice.

Harlin turned around, surprised that Lynn had chosen the oldest goblin, when there were strong, younger ones behind him.

However, older goblins have more experience than younger goblins, so it's fair to say that there are advantages and disadvantages to both.

"You can understand me, right?" Lynn asked.

"I understand," the old goblin replied tremblingly.

"We have been trained and have learned the language of the gods," the old goblin said.

The language of God? Has this old goblin mistaken me for a god? I guess it's because the wizard who captured these goblins demonstrated his power, and it was influenced by the training process that led to this.

What can you do?

"I can weave ropes, polish tools, and select ores," the old goblin said truthfully. Seeing Lynn's furrowed brow, the old goblin quickly continued, "I can also cook soup, wash clothes, and do any kind of work."

"Alright."

Lynn rubbed his temples, feeling like he was carrying a burden. What exactly was this test?

(End of this chapter)