Weird Wizarding World

Sunlight shines into the spacious and bright hall of the inspection office.

The guards in steel armor lowered their heads respectfully.

"...My lord, that's what happened."

Regina put away the book in her hand, with some surprise in her eyes.

"You mean... Pigou died? Died in the house of his other mistress?"

"Yes, sir, not only Pigou, but everyone there is dead." The guard responded without hesitation. He happened to recognize Pigou. He was the one who called Pigou for questioning last time.

"First it was Lisa, then Pigou... both were still digging out their hearts without leaving any trace..."

"What a coincidence!" Colin emphasized in a deep voice.

Regina turned to look at him and murmured: "Yes, what a coincidence."

Lisa, Pigou, if there is any common connection between these two people, or a common enemy, it can only be...

She was inexplicably reminded of Colin's speculation just now.

"You're right, Colin... Phil is suspected no matter what." Regina took a breath and stood up, "Without further ado, go and catch him now!"

She acted resolutely and was about to lead the guards outside the inspection office.

Originally, she would not have suspected Phil. After all, she had already asked the guards to investigate once, and he was just an ordinary fisherman.

But now Pigou is dead too.

If only Lisa died, then Phil's suspicion might be only 10%, but now, this suspicion has increased to at least half!

"Wait!" Colin stretched out his hand to stop her.

"Pigou is also an intermediate apprentice." He continued without giving Regina a chance to refute:

"I know that compared to wizards from our school, Pigou is much weaker as a wild wizard.

But to be on the safe side, I’d better go and report to Lord Flower first. "

The scholastic wizard who has received systematic education and the wild wizard who has become a monk halfway are completely different concepts.

Take learning witchcraft as an example. The wizards of their school can use the knowledge they have learned in the past to understand the principles behind witchcraft, so that they can send and receive freely, and even innovate.

However, wild wizards often do not have a sound knowledge system, and it is difficult to fully understand the principles behind witchcraft, and it is also difficult to fully master a witchcraft to the point of mastery.

Regina paused, looked at Colin, and frowned slightly.

But he immediately let go, nodded, and said:

"You're right, Colin."

The two came to Flower's office to report the situation to him.

"…I see."

After a while, Flower sat behind the brown mahogany table and nodded. He thought quietly for a moment and then said, "I will go with you."

"Yes." Colin and the two nodded.

Flower stood up and walked toward the door.

But when he reached the door, he paused for a moment, feeling a little doubtful.

‘If it is really the Flesh and Thorn Cult, I may not be able to handle it on my own... Do I need to report to Lord Hongyan and Lord Price? ’

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes looked even smaller due to the accumulation of fat.

"What's the matter, Captain Flower?" Regina asked.

"Nothing." Flower relaxed his brows, replied calmly, and continued walking forward.

‘Nothing has been determined yet, so rashly reporting to Lord Hongyan and the others... is not a wise move. ’

He led Colin and the two to the stairs and was about to go downstairs.

But he shook his head again, turned around, and Colin and the two said:

"You guys wait for me here for a while."

Both Colin and Colin were a little confused, but they didn't dare to ask more questions. They just watched Flower return to the office quietly.

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In a dark basement.

boom!

Bowen pushed open the wooden door, lifted his black hood, looked at Saroyan sitting in front of him behind a low table and said angrily:

"An intermediate wizard apprentice is dead! Do you want us all to be exposed?"

"Don't worry, my friend." Saroyan put a smile on his lips and spoke in a soothing tone, "On the entire island, my Lord's scarlet mist can be seen except for us devout believers.

Maybe it’s just that rotten old man Rapp…”

"Besides, I will pick up the Heart of Revenge later and take back the scarlet mist. Soon, all traces will dissipate.

By that time, even if Rapp came in person, all he could see was Phil Ordinary's body. "

Bowen's face brightened slightly.

A soul that has not been strengthened and sublimated will indeed be unable to feel the scarlet miracle of the Lord...

But his tone was still a little cold and he continued to ask:

"Before this, revenge has ended, why don't you recycle the scarlet mist in time?"

Saroyan shook his head, his voice rose slightly, and he continued in a positive tone:

"Phil's revenge has only now come to a successful end!"

Saroyan turned to look at Bowen:

"Phil never resented his wife, Lisa."

"Even though...she abandoned him and strangled the young children to death."

He put his right hand on his cheek, rubbed it gently, and said softly in a chanting tone:

"Phil, what I hate is Pigou, the wizard, the high-ranking wizard on the island!"

Bowen said nothing.

Saroyan chuckled again, put down his right hand that was rubbing his cheek, and comforted:

"Don't worry, I will take back the scarlet mist right away...

Moreover, if you think about it on the bright side, this one has absorbed the revengeful heart of the intermediate wizard apprentice, which is comparable to hundreds of ordinary revengeful hearts..."

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West of the city, slums.

It was now approaching dusk.

In a dilapidated shack.

Phil was lying on the straw mat, looking at the palm-leaf roof.

Perhaps there were wooden racks for drying fish, and the entire shack was filled with the fishy smell of sea fish.

But he has long been accustomed to this smell. The rich golden sunlight of the setting sun shines through the hole in the roof and shines on him, but it cannot bring him any warmth.

Phil looked blank.

If you look closely, you can find memories or aftertaste in his dead eyes.

Lisa…

He slowly raised his right hand, as if to catch the golden light beam projected in front of him.

...But how can I catch the light?

Uh-huh.

The next second, his rough, dark palms that were reaching for the light were instantly transformed into ferocious claws made of invisible scarlet mist.

The sun still shines through unobstructed.

Phil's vision became blurry.

Lisa.

Lisa——!

The sun was setting at this moment and the sky was clear.

But he seemed to be in that dark, windy and rainy night two years ago!

The greatest happiness in his life...

It was four years ago that I met Lisa...the beautiful Lisa.

She was so beautiful that he still couldn't believe that he had her.

Moreover, as if a gift from fate, Lisa became pregnant within a few days of being with him and brought him a baby.

He loved Lisa very much.

Maybe that's why.

He never let her do any work. He went out fishing every day before dawn and didn't come back until late at night.

Although life was hard and difficult at that time, it was the happiest time for him...

Until that nightmarish night comes.

…That afternoon, he caught a huge sea fish and rushed to the market to sell it while the fish was still fresh.

As night fell, he walked home with a large bag containing a rose-patterned skirt that Lisa liked.

He was looking forward to Lisa's surprise...

He is looking forward to returning home...

What I saw was an empty shack and a small figure that had lost its warmth...

…

"Phil, it's time." A familiar voice suddenly came from my ears.

Phil paused, put down his arms, and turned over to get up.

He stood by the bed and looked at Saroyan who walked into the shack with tears in his eyes.

He stepped forward and came to Saroyan.

The light coming from the left-hand window split their faces into two sides: light and dark.

Phil's face was calm, but tears kept pouring out.

He never hated Lisa...

He only hates this island and the superior wizard who took Lisa away!

...I just hate that he is an ordinary person.

After a while, he moved his lips and murmured in an undetectable voice:

"Sir... will our Lord really redeem us?"

A faint smile appeared on Saroyan's lips, and his eyes were calm and solemn.

"Of course, flesh and blood are equal, and our Lord will redeem this island!"

He paused and chanted:

“One day, the Lord of Flesh and Thorns will return!

He is wrath and He is redemption!

The invisible scarlet mist will ignite the eternal flame of revenge,

The eternal flames of revenge will burn the whole world with rage!

And we will all be saved in the flames..."

in such chants.

Phew!

Phil waved his sharp claws composed of invisible scarlet mist, inserted it into his chest, took out the beating hot heart, and slowly handed it to Saroyan.

Then he leaned against the wall, slid down, and sat down under the window.

Before his head lowered and his eyes dimmed,

He raised his head with his last strength,

He glanced at the small skull on the bedside and...the silver bracelet belonging to Lisa next to it.