Chapter 83 Duel (Please collect)
“Who?”
“There is an assassin!”
Old Harry rushed out of the room in a panic and saw Sibel’s residence It has been turned into ruins.
The highly toxic acid mixed with water formed into a torrent of water, raging like an out-of-control tornado in the courtyard.
Houses collapsed and flowers and plants were shattered wherever they passed.
There seemed to be a human figure wrapped inside, but under the corrosion of the acid, the human figure's flesh melted rapidly.
When he landed, there was only a pile of bones riddled with holes.
"Miss!"
Old Harry jumped up, stepped on some raised ground, avoided the acid and jumped in front of Sibel.
"Senior sister."
Karl moved faster.
After the acid hit the ground, he appeared next to Sibel, stretched out his hand to support her, and his expression immediately changed:
"How are you?"
Sibel's situation wrong!
Because he discovered the assassin in time, the movement of his action also awakened Sibel, allowing her to successfully kill the assassin.
But he was also injured by the sudden assassination.
“Poison!”
Sibel’s face was ashen and his body was cold. He tremblingly raised his left arm, revealing a shallow scratch on it.
Her eyes were filled with fear and her voice was trembling:
"Spinning Spirit Poison!"
The scar was less than three centimeters, just scratching the flesh. It was not even considered an injury, but the strange poison had already poured into the whole body.
Sibel could feel that his consciousness began to become blurred and his body became stiffer and stiffer.
As a pharmacist, she knew exactly what poison she had been poisoned by, and she knew even better what the consequences would be.
Death!
"No!"
Her lips trembled:
"I don't want to die yet!"
Few people can remain indifferent in the face of death, at least Sibel can't. She is still very young.
“Sister.”
Karl's voice was calm:
"Is there any way to detoxify?"
Detoxify?
Sibel's eyes lit up, full of vitality, and he grabbed Karl's sleeves with both hands.
“Mentor!”
"The mentor may have a way!"
It's just a possibility. The poison of the spiral snail is so rare that she has only seen it in books, and it is very restrained by the wizard apprentice.
But even if there is only a slight chance, she is not willing to let it go.
“Then go find a mentor.”
Karl said:
"Harry, I will take my senior sister to the Black Swamp to meet the mentor first. You and the others will follow."
"This..." Old Harry hesitated for a moment, glanced at Sibel, and then said seriously Nodding:
"Okay!"
With an annoyed look on his face, he slapped his cheek hard, each slap hitting hard.
“It was my caretaker who failed in his duty, old Harry deserves to die!”
As a bodyguard, it was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty for an assassin to sneak into the master's room silently and assassinate him.
“Now is not the time to talk about this.” Karl looked solemnly:
“Go prepare the best horses and the most stable carriages, and then ask the Chad family for some ice cubes. . ”
Cooling or even freezing the body can slow down the spread of most toxins in the body.
Spin Spirit Poison should be no exception.
"Yes."
Old Harry moved quickly. In a short time, the carriage was ready, and the carriage was filled with ice.
The trembling Sibel huddled in the ice, his lips turning black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Drive!”
The night is getting dark.
Karl waved the reins and controlled the carriage straight towards the Black Swamp.
…………
Three days later.
The Black Swamp is already looming.
This is a forbidden area in the eyes of ordinary people.
The thick fog, the invisible poisonous miasma, and the swamp that you can fall into if you are not careful, cannot accommodate the living space of normal people.
“Hey!”
Karl gently pulled the reins and turned over to get off.
In the carriage, Sibel's body had become obviously rigid, and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
Because she stayed in the ice pile for a long time, her skin had large areas of frostbite, and her long hair was covered with white frost.
Like a delicate ice sculpture, it will break into pieces at the slightest touch.
The once vivid vitality no longer exists, and the fire of life is so weak that a breeze can easily blow it out.
"Senior sister."
Karl opened the curtain and said:
"The carriage cannot enter the Black Swamp. We have to ride in, and we may even need to walk a certain distance. ”
"..." Sibel struggled to open his eyes, and his lips trembled:
"Okay."
Her voice was inaudible. If Karl hadn't heard enough, he wouldn't even be able to hear her speak.
Death,
is getting closer and closer to her.
The God of Death may have already come to her, waiting for the last flame of life to be exhausted so that he can wield his sickle to harvest the souls of the dead.
Selecting the stronger of the two horses pulling the cart, Karl picked up Sibel and jumped onto the horse's back.
“Drive!”
The horse stamped its hooves and rushed into the thick fog.
Black Marsh is a vast swamp with some solid islands scattered in this swamp.
The Swamp Alliance's headquarters is on the largest 'isolated island'.
In order to form an alliance, the gray robe wizard Addison sent invitations to wizards from all over the Kingdom of Gondor.
So entering the station is easy.
But,
A piece of news shocked Carl on the spot.
"Our mentor is dead?"
"Yes."
The person responsible for receiving Carl is the senior wizard apprentice Arthur. According to him, he has a good relationship with Adolf.
The two are old friends.
“Adolf made great contributions to the alliance’s development of the Black Swamp, and exchanged a portion of the Green Potion from the gray-robed wizard.”
Arthur explained:
"After obtaining the Green Potion, Adolf chose to retreat and break through without notifying anyone."
"It's a pity..."
He Sighed:
"The breakthrough failed, and he himself was counterattacked by the energy of the astral world, causing his head to explode and not even the soul fragments were left."
"..." Carl opened his mouth:
"When did it happen?"
"It seems to have been almost two months." Arthur looked up and silently calculated the time:
“It’s two months, that’s right!”
“Didn’t anyone inform you?”
"No." Carl looked gloomy:
"No one has said anything about this."
The time is wrong!
More than a month ago, Tim subpoenaed Sibel, but he did not mention Adolf’s death at all.
Will the other party forget such an important thing?
"Karl!" As he spoke, Tim, wearing a wizard's robe, hurried over with beads of sweat on his forehead:
"When did you come, and why didn't you send me a message in advance?"
"Just arrived." Carl frowned and asked:
"Why didn't you notify us about the death of the mentor?"
"Mentor?" Tim raised his eyebrows and did not answer what he said question, but he corrected it seriously:
"Karl, there is something wrong with your title. Your mentor has not met you more than three times and has not officially accepted you as a disciple."
"You can only be called teacher!"
"Ahem..." At this time, Arthur coughed twice and interjected:
“According to the customs among wizards, if a will is not made in advance, after the wizard dies, his inheritance will be divided by his apprentices. They must be formal apprentices, and those who have just learned from them are not counted.”
< br>In the world of wizards, the relationship between master and apprentice is far better than blood relatives.
After all, apprentices will inherit the path of wizards from their predecessors, while ordinary people possessing wizard knowledge will only bring disaster.
Formal master-disciple relationship, the title is not teacher but mentor.
If Karl calls Adolf his teacher, it means that he is not qualified to inherit the inheritance.
"Teacher?"
Karl seemed to have guessed something, but failed to grasp the fleeting light, and subconsciously said:
"The tutor has taken me under his tutelage. There are letters to prove this. Tim, you don't know."
"I really don't know." Tim snorted:
" It is not difficult to forge a letter, and the mentor has passed away. You said it was written by him? "
Adolf passed away two months ago!
Tim sent a summons to pick someone up in Mutan City!
Encounter an assassin in Mutan City!
Apprentice!
In an instant, everything was connected in a line, and all the doubts were explained.
"..." Karl looked directly at the other person and suddenly said:
"It turns out you were the assassin. You want to kill us and then take possession of the inheritance left by your mentor alone!"
"What did you say?" Tim's eyes changed slightly, a flash of panic flashed across his expression, and then he angrily denied:
"I don't know what an assassin is at all?"
"Don't know?" Karl Step forward and look directly at the other person:
“You deliberately didn’t tell us about the death of our mentor, but you asked us to go to Mutan City to pick up the younger generation of our mentor’s family.”
“Coincidentally, we encountered an assassin’s assassination there. My senior sister and I ...Almost killed!”
When he thought about the situation at that time, a surge of anger arose in his heart, and Karl clenched his fists.
He has never been so close to death!
“What do you want to do?”
Tim took a step back, with a witchcraft light on his body:
“It was originally the mentor’s arrangement to pick up people in Mutan City. As for not telling you that my mentor has passed away, it’s just because I have a lot of things to do, and it won’t be too late to wait until Sibel comes.”
"I told you on the way, it will only make my junior sister and junior wife sad."
"Fart!" Karl stepped forward:
"You just want to monopolize the mentor's inheritance, otherwise there would be such a coincidence An assassin assassinated us?"
"What a pity..."
"You never thought that the assassination failed, and my senior sister and I came to Black Swamp."
"Nonsense!" Tim was furious:
"The assassination you suffered has nothing to do with me. Who knows if you have offended anyone outside?"
"And..."
“You are not the mentor’s disciple at all!”
“No?” Karl said:
"There are teachers' letters as proof, and senior sisters as proof."
"Letters can be forged, but as for Sibel..." Tim looked at Sibel lying on the bed with a sneer on his face:
< br>"You asked her to get up and talk?"
Sibel was lying on the side, with blurred consciousness and weak breathing. Now he could not speak at all.
Even if you barely speak a word or two, the other party will still deny it by saying that you cannot speak clearly.
"Senior Arthur." Karl tilted his head and asked:
"My senior sister was poisoned. I wonder if the Swamp Alliance can cure it?"
"This girl has practiced poison immunity. Men Linghuan's witchcraft is still poisonous." Arthur sighed:
"This kind of poison is difficult to cure."
"It's the secretion of the spiral snail." A few people, and some onlookers watching.
One of them wore a pointed wizard's hat and held a long wand in his hand. He squinted and said:
"The whirling snail is a special kind of magical creature. I heard that the Hand of Shadow has specially cultivated a few. ."
"Oh!" Arthur nodded:
"Joyce, you have a lot of knowledge."
" Mr. Karl stepped forward and asked. ：
"Can it be solved?"
"There is a chance to solve it." Joyce nodded slowly:
"The blood of the dead crow can neutralize this toxin, and the Swamp Alliance can also buy it. This kind of material."
"It's just..."
"It takes forty or fifty magic stones!"
The death crow is also a magical creature, and its number is rare. Killing it to obtain its blood will definitely not be cheap.
“Forty or fifty magic stones?” Karl’s expression changed slightly. All the things on his body might not be that valuable together.
Hmm...
The 'Guna' armor is worth a lot of magic stones, but it is something he uses to save his life and cannot be sold.
“Senior sister is the mentor’s disciple. She is qualified to inherit the mentor’s inheritance. As long as she inherits the inheritance and buys the materials, there will be no problem.”
"Senior Arthur."
Karl said:
"I ask for a share of the inheritance and use the inheritance that my senior sister should receive to buy the antidote. When she wakes up, she will prove to me that I am my mentor's disciple. , all problems will be solved by then "
"No!" Before Arthur could speak, Tim directly stopped him:
"The mentor's inheritance has not been completed yet, and I still have some finishing work to do, which will happen in seven days. Split.”
Seven days?
Given Sibel's current situation, it was unknown whether he could survive seven hours, let alone seven days.
"Tim!"
Karl looked gloomy:
"You still dare to say that you have nothing to do with the assassination?"
"You clearly know that senior sister can't last seven days, you just want her to die so that you can monopolize the mentor's inheritance."
"Nonsense!" Tim raised his head, his expression unchanged: "I just follow the rules, no one else You can’t say I’m wrong!”
The two were arguing so fiercely that they attracted many people to watch, and there was inevitably a lot of discussion in the venue.
In fact, everyone knows it very well.
Tim has a problem!
But the key is that there is no evidence, and as he said, no one can say he is wrong if he acts according to the rules.
Now the person qualified to divide Adolf's estate is unconscious, and the qualification of the other person is questioned.
The situation is almost unsolvable!
Looking at the livid Carl, Tim showed a proud smile on his face and slowly straightened his body.
So what if the assassination failed?
As long as Sibel survives to death, the inheritance will also be his.
As for Karl...
An entry-level apprentice who has only been exposed to the wizarding world for more than a year will have many solutions in the future.
“Everyone!”
Karl took a deep breath and looked around:
"Who is willing to sponsor forty or fifty magic stones to buy the antidote for my senior sister? When she recovers and inherits the inheritance, I will pay back double!"
Tim's expression changed.
"Heh..." Someone in the audience chuckled:
"Forty or fifty magic stones, what if she doesn't want to return them after she wakes up? Can you make the decision for her?"
"Not bad!"
"Yes!"
"..."
Double return of profits is big enough, but you have to be sure.
Most people in the wizarding world are indifferent and no one is willing to take the initiative to cause trouble for themselves.
Like now.
They knew very well that Tim had a problem, but no one wanted to come forward. They all just watched the show.
“Don’t worry!”
Karl said in a deep voice:
“Senior sister is not that kind of person, and when she wakes up, she will prove that I am also a disciple of Master Adolf, and I also have Qualified for inheritance.”
"If she doesn't pay it back, I'll pay it back!"
"I can set up a note and use my share of the inheritance as collateral to ensure your income."
"It's not that simple. "At this time, a lazy voice sounded, and Anslot, wearing a white robe, walked slowly out of the crowd.
He first nodded towards Tim and then said:
"The blood of the death crow can indeed neutralize the secretions of the whirling snail, but it depends on the situation."
"If you have just been poisoned, it is easy to solve."
"But this intermediate wizard apprentice has been poisoned for three days, and the toxin has penetrated into the body. Even the blood of a dead crow may not be effective."
"Everyone..."
He looked around and said:
"If you are willing to produce the magic stone, it is very likely that you will lose everything and not get the so-called reward."
< br>
After saying this, those who were originally a little moved couldn't help but flinch, shaking their heads one by one and retracting their plans.
Forty or fifty magic stones, most intermediate wizard apprentices can only accumulate so much in a lifetime.
Who dares to take risks?
And it will offend people.
Karl looked gloomy:
"Who are you?"
"Anslot." Anslot put one hand on his chest, bowed slightly and saluted:
"A disciple of the wizard Maiya."< br>
Maiya?
One of the three official wizards in the alliance!
"Karl." When no one answered, Tim showed a proud smile:
"You seem to have forgotten who brought you into the wizarding world. Is this how you repay me?"
His voice sank:
“You have not even completed the construction of a zero-ring witchcraft, and now you are questioning an intermediate wizard apprentice.”
“You are still delusional. Divide what doesn’t belong to you!”
"You're so big..."
"Whoa!"
Before he could finish his words, a stream of light came quickly.
Arcane Missiles!
Tim's eyes shrank, and a ball of water emerged out of thin air, wrapping the arcane missile in it and melting it rapidly.
"Who said I don't know zero-ring witchcraft?"
Karl's face was ferocious, and his anger was uncontrollable:
"Tim!"
"You This despicable villain hired someone to assassinate my senior sister and I, who are both heirs to our mentor’s inheritance.”
“I...”
"I'll fight with you!"
Seeing that all hope of rescuing Sibel was gone, and the criminals who paid to kill were able to escape punishment, Karl held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand and was about to rush over.
“What do you want to do?” Tim raised his eyebrows:
“This is the Swamp Alliance camp, not your home.”
“Stop!”
< br>
"Stop!"
"..."
Arthur and other wizard apprentices stopped him one after another, and various witchcraft haloes lit up, which also stopped Carl's feet.
“Tim!”
He roared with ‘grievance’ and threw his right glove angrily, as if he had lost his mind:
"In the name of a noble, I want to have a duel with you. If I lose, I will take Sibel away and never appear in front of you."
"If you lose... "
"Restore your status as my mentor's disciple, and give me your share of the inheritance."
"Tim!"
Karl was angry. Stare at each other:
"You despicable, shameless, insidious, vicious villain, do you dare to challenge me to a duel?"
"..." Tim looked gloomy. He was a respected wizard. Apprentice, when have you ever received such insults?
And he was insulted again and again!
Anger surged up, and he couldn't help but sneer:
"Karl."
"As you wish!"
"I will personally twist off your head in the duel, just like I personally led you into the gate of the wizarding world!"
Ans on the side Lott frowned subconsciously.
In his opinion, Tim is obviously a little impulsive, and there is no need to pay attention to the other party's provocation now.
As long as Sibel waits for his death, Adolf's inheritance will fall into his hands.
The duel,
added an incident.
But...
It doesn’t matter!
A junior wizard apprentice who only masters a zero-level witchcraft cannot be Tim's opponent.
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A duel between wizards is very rare, not to mention that it also involves Adolf's legacy.
The news of the duel between Karl and Tim spread quickly in the Swamp League.
Not long after.
The duel arena was surrounded by onlookers.
"Tim, you have to be careful." Anslot said in a low voice:
"I asked a friend to observe the man named Carl. He is actually a knight. , but uses some means to hide his life breath."
"Oh!"
Tim raised his eyebrows:
"Really?"
"Unexpectedly, in more than a year, he not only mastered witchcraft, but also did not leave behind his knightly practice."
< br>When the two first met, the other person was just an inconspicuous knight's squire.
“Yeah.”
Anslot nodded:
"He probably also thought that you didn't know that he had become a knight, so he provoked you to a duel."
"A knight suddenly takes action at close range. A chance to defeat an intermediate wizard apprentice."
The wizard apprentice is stronger in mysterious witchcraft than in the physical body.
Faced with a sudden attack, it is very likely that the vital part will be hit before the witchcraft is prepared.
Like an assassin!
Just like Sibel!
"Heh..." Tim sneered:
"The sweet dream will eventually wake up. Since I agreed to the duel, I will not be careless and let him succeed."
" Knight?”
"I will let him understand the consequences of irritating me!"
......
Karl found a soft chair, hugged Sibel and let her lie on it, and was about to leave When I did, my sleeves suddenly tightened.
“Senior sister.”
He turned around and looked slightly surprised:
"You're awake."
"Karl..." Sibel's voice was weak and weak, and his cloudy eyes were filled with endless pain.
"Let's go!"
"Don't...better than..."
Although she was poisoned, she did not completely lose consciousness and was still aware of the outside world. Perception.
I even heard the quarrel between Carl and Tim with my own ears.
"I can't do it anymore..."
Sibel struggled to open his mouth:
"You leave!"
"Go quickly!"
In the past three days, she had suffered from the pain caused by the poison, and it could be said that life was worse than death.
I came to Black Swamp full of hope, heard the news of my mentor's death, and was hit by Tim's betrayal. Now I feel despair.
Compared with Tim's hiring and killing, Carl's perseverance is more rare, and it is inevitable to be grateful to him.
Now that the other party wants to duel with Tim for his own sake, Sibel's heart is even more excited.
She didn’t want Karl to die because of her.
In Sibel's view, Karl had no chance of winning at all, and the so-called duel was just seeking death.
"Senior sister, have a good rest and don't think about anything."
Karl held the other person's hand and said slowly:
"I will bring you a solution." Medicine.”
“Sleep!”
He finally managed to inspire the other party to agree to the duel, and the bet was related to Adolf's legacy. How could he give up halfway? He straightened his back, took off the sword from his waist, and stepped into the makeshift duel field built with witchcraft.
With an area of more than two hundred square meters, both sides stand on one side, more than ten meters apart.
“Come on!”
Looking at Karl, Tim sneered, the staff in his hand lit up, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air.
Duels between knights are generally used to protect insulted honor and have certain rules.
But the two of them obviously didn't intend to pay attention to those so-called rules.
Do it directly!
"Peng!"
The ground shook.
Karl turned into a shadow and pounced towards the opposite side.
Combat skill - Eagle Strike!
Combat skill - Gale Slash!
More than ten afterimages spread all over the place in an instant, like heavy sword curtains, falling from the sky and slashing down towards Tim.
“Knight?”
Tim raised his eyebrows:
"You really became a knight!"
"But..."
"So what?"
Zero Ring Witchcraft - Blue Wave Guardian!
The water flow rotated rapidly and turned into a huge water ball in an instant, wrapping Tim tightly in it.
"Peng!"
The shadow of the sword fell on the water polo, causing ripples immediately.
The water ripples.
The figure inside was unscathed.
His vision was covered by the shadow of the sword, and he could not see anything. However, Tim's expression was calm, not nervous at all, and he even said:
"Among the natural schools and elemental wizards, the water system has the strongest defense. Unless you are a great knight, you can never break through the defense of Bibo Guardian."
"You..."
"With that What wins me?"
Before he finished speaking, his heart suddenly tightened.
"Tim, watch out!"
His friend Anslot's exclamation came from the audience. Tim subconsciously looked up and saw a giant hammer emerging out of thin air.
Hammer of the Titans!
Please collect it!
(End of this chapter)