The Troubles of the Young Wizard

"Lord Well? Is it Lord Well Declan?" Someone in the crowd finally recognized Well.

"The youngest mid-level knight in Drake City, the youngest city defense instructor, and the commander of the Boy Scout reserve. He seems to be the boss behind the youth center." Weir felt that his details were almost exposed, except for some dark identities. .

　　 watched as Strand opened the wooden box and walked over with a beautiful and delicate clock.

　　Ville and Lilith actually took a step back without a trace at the same time, showing a look of alertness. This action seemed very random, but the two of them did it at the same time, and their expressions changed, which still attracted other attention.

Strand was just about to offer the Bell of Withering Flowers, and saw that two people quickly drew out the long swords in their hands. He looked like an enemy, making him somewhat and inexplicable. He was holding just one piece in his hand. Exquisite works of art, even in the capital city, are considered top-notch goods, and they are not scourges.

"The clock of blooming flowers is actually the clock of blooming flowers of the Roth family, everyone hurry up and stay away." There may not be many people who know the goods in the crowd, but most of the black market stall owners are the ones who know the goods. Many people see it at a glance. The origin of this thing.

"Wall, Thorn, gather people to maintain order on the scene, and don't let everyone move. Mr. Strand, please keep your current actions and do not move, otherwise we will not rule out the use of tough methods or even kill you to ensure everyone's safety. ."

Weir’s words made Strand all over his body stiff, and when he discovered that he had just taken out this thing, most of the people were obsessed with it, but when someone called out "the bell of blooming flowers", his side suddenly It's a lot empty.

Except for a few ignorant people, most of them showed expressions of fear, curiosity, and alertness. The Intermediate Roth family soldier who accompanied him also pushed back a few steps with the empty wooden box. Keep a certain distance from yourself.

has a problem!

　　 "Mr. Strand, do I and Lilith have any grudges against you?" Weir looked at Strand with a ferocious expression.

　　 The latter also noticed something wrong, and shook his head slightly: "No, I came to Drake City for the first time next time, and didn't intend to avenge anyone."

　　 "Then why are you harming us?" Lilith asked immediately.

　　 "Weir didn't know anyone in the capital. Although I had been to the capital, I was still young at that time, and there could be no enemies. Who sent you to kill me?"

　　 "Kill, kill you?" Strand felt a bit inexplicable. The task I received was to infuse you instead of killing you. He felt that things were getting worse.

"Now you don't move, the person behind, you should be a member of the Rot family. Bring the box up and let him put the Bell of Flowers and Withering in." Weir commanded the middle-level warrior to put the Bell of Flowers and Withering away. , And then the whole person instantly went to the wooden box, and the long sword suddenly pierced out.

The intermediate fighter was just about to throw the wooden box at Lilith, he was stabbed in the wrist, the wooden box fell straight to the ground, but was firmly caught by Weir with his foot, "brush~brush~brush~" three When the sword went down, the intermediate fighter fell to the ground with both hands and feet restrained.

　　The temple knights of Wall rushed to protect the wooden box, and the singer took a few junior professionals to tie up the intermediate warrior.

　　 At this time, the surrounding talents gradually calmed down, and there was a sudden clamor, but few people dared to approach Strand, as if he was carrying some kind of plague.

　　 "Lord Well, can you tell me now, what's going on?" Strand felt bad, an inexplicable fear enveloped his body.

Weir stared at Strand in a deep voice, and asked in a deep voice: "Have you never understood what you took out before? May I ask you a question? I hope you will answer us seriously. You are not far away from the capital. Come here, is there a mission or something like that? For example, who to assassinate?"

　　 Strand was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly: "I am indeed hired by someone. The target is Sister Lilith, but I am not trying to assassinate her."

　　 "Destroy her reputation?" Weill made a guess. Strand's face suddenly changed, a little annoyed inexplicably, is his reputation so bad? If you are connected with yourself, you will be ruined?

　　 Wait, the person who posted this task might not mean it.

"Forget it, these are not important. Since you don't want to kill Lilith, did you come at me? After all, as Lilith's fiancé, if your target is her, I am definitely the biggest obstacle, so You just want to kill me, right?" Weier's words made Strand very helpless.

Although I really want to get rid of this obstacle, I really dare not. Wil Declan is a genuine noble member. I am unfamiliar with the place here, and I don’t have a strong backer. I really can’t provoke this. The person is in real power.

"Lord Well, I didn't want to kill anyone. Can you tell me why everyone is so afraid of this blooming clock? It is a very perfect artwork." Strand went straight to the subject, and Well waved his hand. The mid-level soldier who was lying on the ground stared at him, but the other side said nothing.

"If you really want to know, just ask a stall owner. They all know. After all, this clock is a very famous curse twenty years ago. Except for some young people, most people should have something. I heard that, after all, everyone is an old collector of collectors."

　　Ville's words made Strand's mind bewildered, "curse, curse?"

"Yes, this clock is called the Bell of Blooming Flowers, but it also has another name called the Bell of Withering Flowers. It is a very terrifying curse. Anyone who has touched it with their hands will eventually age rapidly and die. "

"I just took a brief look at the pattern on the above. Almost half of it has withered. It is clear that the life span of the cursed person has been exhausted by half. When the flowers are all withered, the cursed person will die. Then, it will find it. The next person who comes into contact with it will absorb the vitality, and once again become a bell of blooming flowers, absorb the vitality. As the vitality of that person loses, it will wither little by little."

　　Ville briefly introduced the scene of the use of this cursed thing, making Strand stiff, cursed of aging? Absorb vitality? Anyone who has been in touch will be cursed?

　　Isn't I already...

　　 "Is there a way to save it?" Strand still has a lot of youth to squander~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He doesn't want to die so unclearly.

　　 "Religious prayer, if you can get the protection of the gods, all curses are not a problem." As soon as I said this, I was rejected by Strand. I am not a good bird, and I cannot get the favor of the gods.

　　 "The one who knows the most about vitality is the Elf Goddess, so the cardinal level and above masters of the Elf Church should be able to lift this curse." Elf race? Strand doesn't think he can get along with them, pass!

"The high priests and popes of all sects have this ability to directly use the power of faith to clear the curse. After all, they are the closest existence to the gods." Strand is really annoyed this time, you can't mention anything useful. The way? If I can get along with such a big man, would I still get mixed up like this?

　　 "If you can't find these people, take advantage of the curse that hasn't happened to you, go back early and prepare for the funeral."

Wil shook his head slightly: "But before that, you need to explain why you want to display this cursed thing in the public, and how you got this cursed thing. After confirming that the problem is not with you, You can leave. After all, this thing is too harmful and can easily cause panic."

　　 Let me prepare for funeral? Do you have to prepare for the funeral after the investigation is over? Strand felt dizzy for a while, ah, is it really a jealous talent? Why should I be such a beautiful man to endure such torture?