Chapter 341 Contact
Sore lowered his head. "What's your name?"
"Banbu," the boy's courage dwindled, his voice growing softer. "Replying to the Honorable Sir, my name is Banbu."
"Banbu, becoming a wizard's apprentice isn't necessarily a good thing. Of those who entered the Wizard Tower in the same cohort as me, half are no longer in this world. And half of those remaining have been missing for a long time."
Banbu's mouth fell open.
He clearly had no access to the cruelty and ruthlessness beneath the wizard's majesty and nobility.
Wind rushed into his mouth, and Banbu choked.
"Go back," Sore said again.
Banbu's eyes turned red. He felt that his reaction just now had disappointed the Honorable Sir.
But he no longer had the courage to plead with the wizard before him again.
Although he had saved him, although his tone was gentle, although he had allowed him to stand up and speak… he was, after all, a wizard.
The boy walked away in disappointment, while Sore returned to the seaside, gazing at the increasingly blurred horizon under the disturbance of cumulonimbus clouds and gales.
The sea was rising.
Especially after the night deepened, the extent of its rise was somewhat alarming.
Sore had originally been standing four or five meters away from the seawater, but in an instant, the waves began to lick at the soles of his shoes.
Pale gray hands quietly emerged from the foam of the waves, hooking their fingers, wanting to drag this ignorant person into the deep sea to drown.
The next second, a black tentacle extended from the palm of each of Sore's hands, slowly drooping into the seawater at his feet, concealed by his wide cloak.
After the black tentacles stretched into the seawater, they floated up and down in the water like dark seaweed.
Subsequently, the pale arms hidden in the white waves suddenly disappeared, leaving only a bit of white foam, hitting Sore's shoe surface, unable to grip the leather engraved with dustproof wizardry, and helplessly rolling onto the sand beside.
The wind was still howling, but the speed of the seawater rising seemed to slow down.
Or rather, it returned to normal.
"I thought you were so kind, you would take in that boy!" A voice with a hint of frivolous laughter came from behind.
Sore slightly turned his head, seeing the two wizards who had been hiding in the shadows now standing behind him.
The black tentacles quickly retracted from the seawater, and quietly shrank back into Sore's palms along the cloak.
There were indeed fragments of souls in the seawater, and it was the radiation released by these fragments that caused many strange phenomena in this sea.
But compared to Sander's and Banbu's experiences, it was still somewhat lacking.
According to their descriptions, there shouldn't be just this little bit of soul fragments.
Less than ten wraiths might not be able to create this kind of terror.
At least there should be an evil spirit to match the rumors.
Because Sore had not spoken, the woman behind him snorted coldly: "Hmph, no wonder you're an apprentice from the Wizard Tower, you're arrogant enough."
Sore mentioned the Wizard Tower when he was talking to Banbu, this woman must have eavesdropped on their conversation.
The mental power fluctuations emanating from her body were only those of a level two apprentice. She dared to speak to Sore like this, mostly relying on the tall male apprentice beside her.
Sore slowly turned around, "I saved him, he answered my question. This is an equal exchange."
"An ordinary person, in exchange for a zero-tier wizardry? Your magic power is cheap enough."
"Shut up, Andy." The man opposite finally spoke.
He lowered his head, looking at Sore's gray-white face, "You're Sore, right?"
Sore narrowed his eyes, "You know me?"
The male wizard apprentice nodded, "Heard Jero mention that he has a junior named Sore, who has been accepted by Wizard Gorsha. He has always wanted to invite you to do tasks together, but you have never agreed."
"Indeed, I don't have time," Sore explained casually.
The male apprentice opposite frowned slightly and then relaxed, "Interested in cooperating?"
"My name is Parker, level three, this is Andy, level two," the tall male apprentice briefly introduced, "We are waiting for the soul tide here."
Sore noticed that as soon as Parker mentioned cooperation, the female apprentice Andy immediately became nervous. She didn't seem to want Sore to join.
"You…" Sore carefully felt the magic power fluctuations emanating from the two of them, "Shouldn't be primarily cultivating dark attributes, right?"
Generally, only apprentices who primarily cultivate light and dark attributes are more interested in things like soul tides, which can be seen but not touched.
"Indeed not. Your mental power is indeed as sharp as Jero said. We are waiting for the soul tide to appear, wanting to track a ship inside."
"Ghost ship?"
Could it be treasure hunting in a sunken ship at the bottom of the sea?
Andy beside him lowered her eyes, obviously unhappy.
"Almost. But there are no precious treasures, just a few wraiths. If there were good things, this place would have been surrounded by major wizard forces long ago."
The seawater had already passed the ankles of the three.
Sore noticed from the corner of his eye that Andy's shadow on the water surface was a little strange.
Her body was normal, but her shadow reflected in the water was like a blurry patch of oil.
Moreover, the oil stain was slowly spreading out with the undulation of the seawater, gradually spreading towards Sore's side.
"Forget it, I won't be staying here for a long time."
Parker raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't tell Sore specifically what he was chasing on the ghost ship, normal people would curiously ask to see if it was worth the effort.
Unexpectedly, Sore directly gave up after a moment of thought.
"No wonder you're an apprentice of a second-tier wizard, it seems you can't see these petty profits."
Being rejected so simply by Sore, Parker's face was not as good as just now.
Although Sore was not afraid of the other party, there was no need to make enemies, waiting for the other party to come out and trip him up at some point.
"I didn't ask for that many days off."
He didn't come this time with the ambition to unravel the secrets of the soul tide, but just planned to take advantage of the tide's appearance to harvest a wave of leeks.
According to the experience of the boy who picked snails, Banbu, the soul tide here generally appears once or twice a month.
It hasn't appeared this month yet. It's already the second half of the month, it should appear in these two days.
In this way, Sore should be able to rush back before the end of the month.
But if he agreed to cooperate with Parker to pursue some ghost ship, then the return date would not know whether it would be delayed.
Moreover, Sore now is that as long as the materials in the second warehouse are not taken out, they can be used casually. What ghost ship can compare to Gorsha's material warehouse?
The most important point is that Sore didn't want to take risks with people he met for the first time. Even if the other party was using Jero's name.
Hearing that Sore was not cooperating, Andy laughed instead.
She turned her head and tiptoed, as if to whisper to Parker, but her voice was not lowered.
"I've long heard that the higher the talent and the stronger the ability of the apprentices in the Wizard Tower, the less freedom they have. I didn't expect it to be true."
As Andy spoke, her greasy shadow floating on the water surface had slowly spread to Sore's feet.
The next moment, the greasy shadow retreated with a wave of the sea, touching Sore's calf.
Andy glanced over triumphantly, as if looking at the protagonist of the topic casually after finishing gossiping about others.
This was her special ability, to explore the information of the person touched through the contact of the water-oil mixture.
She could be kept by the powerful Parker all the time, in addition to her body, naturally, she still had other trump cards.
But when Andy's gaze fell on Sore, her face instantly changed. The oily black shadow on the sea surface instantly collapsed, no longer connecting into one piece.
Andy quickly smoothed the hair that was messed up by the sea breeze, using this action to cut off her gaze towards Sore.
After that, she turned her head, leaning on Parker's chest like a little bird, withdrawing her prying gaze, and never dared to look at Sore again.
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