Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 631: Friends

For Saul and Kismet, two second-ranks, they could only say "envious," but for Pei'er, who was also third-rank, it was deep jealousy.

"He can no longer advance now. Why are you still protecting him?"

"Whether he can advance or not cannot be determined by you or me. It must be Alick himself who gives up." Ophelia said with a smile.

Seeing that Pei'er was still unwilling and wanted to kill Clark here, Saul grabbed her hand.

"This matter indeed requires people from the Stargate Council to confirm that Clark has no possibility of advancement."

"If Clark dies like this, the Stargate Council might conclude that Lord Ophelia acted to obstruct their promotion of a new fourth-rank wizard."

Pei'er glared at Saul, "Are you stupid? Would you rather leave a witness alive and let them know you were the one who made Clark like this?"

Understanding that Pei'er was concerned about him, Saul smiled, "Only the four of us know about this now. You and I won't tell. If Lord Ophelia speaks out, the Stargate Council will also know she once stood by and watched someone die, and they'll probably suspect her too. That's no different from killing Clark now."

Saul turned to look at Kismet, "Now there's only this one outsider left..."

Kismet's mouth twitched as he bowed slightly, saying meaningfully: "I am my master's most loyal servant and would absolutely never reveal my master's secrets."

Pei'er gritted her teeth, essentially accepting everyone's decision.

Saul stepped forward to check on Clark's condition. When he removed his hands, he was shocked to find that his eyes were gone.

It wasn't that his eyes had disappeared from their sockets, but rather the parts of his face where eyes should be were now completely empty.

As if Clark had never had eyes as organs at all.

"He truly lost his vision this time. Even healing magic cannot restore it."

Saul remembered the giant with covered eyes he had seen in his dream.

Now it seemed that referred to Clark.

That bird flying up to the stars...

Saul turned back to look at Pei'er, just catching Ophelia also staring thoughtfully at Pei'er.

"The day I had the prophetic dream, several third-ranks in the Borderland had the same dream simultaneously. But their dreams seemed to lack my presence."

The fake Wind Sprite who had also had prophetic dreams was still in Saul's diary, and because of her powerful strength, she hadn't disappeared yet.

"By the way, where is Firefly Lord Herbert?" Saul suddenly remembered there should be another third-rank here.

Pei'er hated Dreammakers and had no good feelings toward the Firefly Lord either.

"He's upstairs, treating that Red Beard from the Tribunal."

Saul remembered the chaotic aura and radiation that had come from overhead earlier, only now noticing that somehow, those oppressive influences had disappeared.

"When you came in just now, you should have all gone upstairs. What happened there? Did you find the Storm Eye?"

Ophelia seemed to find this boring and had already retreated back into Pei'er's palm.

Pei'er stepped forward and kicked Clark, then pulled Saul outside.

"Our intelligence was wrong." Pei'er said quietly to Saul, "Although it seemed similar, the anomaly in the manor wasn't a Storm Eye."

Saul felt puzzled. "Don't you have instruments that can test for Storm Eyes?"

"The testing equipment can detect fluctuations similar to Storm Eyes, but still requires manual confirmation. Clark and Herbert originally planned to wait outside for your preliminary confirmation before entering the manor to seal the Storm Eye, but just now the manor suddenly showed..."

Pei'er lowered her voice even more.

"The aura of the abyss appeared. We were afraid you had accidentally triggered the Storm Eye, causing it to reach a critical point early, so we rushed in."

"But who would have thought there was no breakthrough point at all, no Storm Eye. The anomaly there seemed to be artificial pollution, and I suspect someone deliberately created abyssal pollution to lure us into Old Days Manor."

"Fake?" Saul's brow furrowed deeply, "Who would know you were searching for Storm Eyes and could obtain pollution materials with abyssal aura?"

"Has that pollution source been dealt with by you?" Saul wanted to go take a look.

This person had almost simultaneously calculated against the three major third-rank wizards of the Borderland, and even caused deaths among people from both the Tribunal and Stargate Council.

This was quite a big move.

If discovered in the future, wouldn't that be equivalent to making enemies with the entire world?

By now they had left the basement. Saul looked back at the inside.

Kismet hadn't immediately followed them out, but instead...

He was actually holding Lucy's severed head that had rolled on the ground, trying to reattach it to her body?

A bizarre scene occurred. When Kismet brought Lucy's head close to her body, dense silver metallic threads grew from the neck breaks above and below.

These metallic threads intertwined with each other, fused together, then generated strong suction with a "bang" sound, connecting Lucy's upper and lower neck.

Then Lucy opened her eyes with a soft "hmm."

"Did I faint?" Lucy opened her eyes in confusion, seeing Kismet's smiling face right in front of her.

"Ah!" Lucy immediately struggled out of Kismet's embrace, looking at him with terror, "You, you?"

Kismet smiled like a gentleman, "Don't be afraid, Miss Lucy. The three third-rank wizards of the Borderland came in just now and dealt with the maddening radiation waves. I've regained my sanity now and won't hurt you anymore."

Unfortunately, Lucy already had a bad impression of Kismet and completely didn't believe his words.

"Hmph!" She snorted coldly, but this time didn't speak sarcastically, because after the recent chase and escape, she had recognized the gap between herself and Kismet.

She looked around, hoping to find someone to rely on, and immediately saw Clark lying on the ground with only smooth skin where his eyes used to be.

"Ah!" Even though Lucy tried hard to calm herself down, she still screamed when she saw Clark, who had been so imposing just moments ago, now in this state.

"Clark, what happened to Clark? Where are his eyes?"

Kismet immediately showed a regretful expression, "Sorry, when I came looking after regaining consciousness, he was already like this. It seems he was severely injured in the battle with the Wind Sprite."

After all, Clark had actively attacked the Wind Sprite, so being injured by her counterattack was something even his backing Stargate Council couldn't complain about.

And the Wind Sprite had the identity of being Ophelia's sister, so normally nothing would happen to her.

Kismet's expression was gentle as he softly comforted Lucy.

"Miss Lucy, don't worry. Although the Wind Sprite severely injured Lord Clark, he is after all from your Stargate Council. She won't exterminate us completely, just leaving us here to fend for ourselves. Lord Clark's condition is still unstable, so we should leave first."

This was Lucy's first time having so much contact with Kismet.

Previously, after learning that her good friends had died due to Kismet's schemes, she had always harbored resentment toward him.

However, the current Kismet didn't seem as bad as she had thought.

"Um, Miss Lucy, may I ask why you disliked me so much before?"

Kismet helped Lucy up while being careful to maintain distance, like a true gentleman.

Lucy bit her lip, and after a moment said quietly: "You once caused the death of two of my friends."

"Is that so? I'm truly sorry."

At an angle Lucy couldn't see, Kismet's smile slowly spread.

(End of Chapter)

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