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Chapter 150 – She's Interested in You

"You know me?" Golza smiled softly, "But I haven't met you before, can I introduce myself?"

Introduce yourself? In a place like this, at a moment like this?

It was clearly a very soft tone, and there were even a few hints of humility in his words, but it still made Bedi feel greatly humiliated.

When did this Golza appear?

This place was clearly half a day's journey from the Sorcerer's Tower, or else Bedi wouldn't have dared to stay here.

Bedi was still thinking of a way to get out of the situation when he suddenly felt the itchy parasite inside his body begin to wriggle crazily.

"There's a killing aura!"

He immediately realized that Golza wasn't as gentle as he appeared, and the other party actually moved to kill in less than three seconds of his thoughts.

As expected, he was as temperamental as the rumors!

Now, Bedi no longer dared to hesitate and immediately said, "Lord Golsa Tower, I am the official sorcerer of the Landwalker, Bedi."

"Land Row Boats are not allowed to enter the boundaries of the Sorcerer's Tower without permission, have you forgotten this point?"

"I-I'm just here to catch up with our lost wind sailboat."

"Lost? This should be the trophy of the apprentice in the tower, right?"

Gortha lowered his head and looked at the crowd on the deck.

Meeting Gortha's gaze, Thor stood up and matched his voice, "Yes, Tower Master. Here is our loot, along with five prisoners."

Bedi gave Sol a startled look, not realizing that he, a tiny apprentice, would dare to insert himself into a conversation between full-fledged wizards.

However, since Golza wasn't even angry, he naturally didn't dare to object.

Not only did Golza not get angry, he even nodded his head in relief, then looked up and said to Bedi, "There is nothing for you here, please return. By the way, tell your captain, and then feel free to step into the boundaries of the Witch Tower ground ... Whoever comes in, who is our trophy now."

Bedi gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "I'll pass it on to the captain."

"Then you go back."

Finally waiting for amnesty, Bedi's heart breathed a long sigh of relief.

All he wanted to do now was to hurry up and run.

It was only for the sake of the official wizard's face that he stiffly held on and didn't wimp out, saluting Golza.

"Thank you for your forgiveness."

Bedi's gaze covertly swept across the entire ship and turned to fly away.

"Wait." Gortha suddenly called out to him.

Bedi spun back around, a heart in his throat again, fearing the other man would backtrack.

"In the future, the outskirts of the Drooping Hand Valley will also belong to the Witch Tower, and no other forces will be allowed to enter without authorization."

Bedi's mouth opened wide in shock.

He really didn't understand how Golza managed to say such overbearing words in a caring tone.

"But, Lord Golsa Tower, that's not how the western treaty was set ..."

"Never mind." Golthar smiled as if under his hood, "Just change it."

Bedi's whole body stiffened and she almost fell out of the sky.

What could he say?

"Got it. I'll pass it on to the Captain."

"Hard work, now you can leave."

Only then did Bedi turn around again, only he turned back frequently along the way for fear that Gortha might still have something to say.

One would really think he was actually clinging on.

When Bedi's figure disappeared into the sky, Golza looked down at the crowd on the deck.

"You guys drove the ship back, but I'm the one who kept it." The mirth in his voice rose visibly, "Remember to share half of your contribution when you return."

There was no sound from the bottom for a moment.

Wright was tempted to open his mouth to flatter and say something like, "The entire ship is dedicated to Lord Tower Master."

But at this moment, his mouth, teeth and tongue seemed to be stuck together, but he couldn't move.

But then, Wright heard Saul beside him answer Lord Tower again.

"Yes, Tower Lord."

Golza's eyes narrowed slightly, his silver pupils sweeping over Sol's entire body.

"Sol I'll take back, you guys take your time."

As soon as the words fell, Golza's figure along with Saul's all disappeared into thin air.

It was as if a paused picture had been pressed the play button, and the rest of the people let out a sigh of relief, all of them paralyzed on the ground.

Even the few captives of the land traveling boat had a feeling of gratitude for having survived.

Suddenly, Wright got up in a flash and ran towards the cabin while shouting, "Byron, where did I just throw the IOU?"

Byron: "..." Nick also climbs up at this moment, but he just sits, his arms resting on his knees, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, "Heh, I'm really experiencing fear and despair over and over again these days, and I've almost broken down emotionally several times."

Byron: "Hmm."

Nick tilted his head, the sunlight stinging his eyes as he squinted, but the smile on his face was growing.

"I'm surprised I'm not more surprised to find out now that Saul really is a student of the Tower Master."

"You're smiling."

"Yeah, I realized I've been able to restrain the effects of mood swings on my mental body. Probably close to advancing too. Senior Byron ..."

"Hmm?"

"I don't trust you anymore."

"..."

...

Unaware that he had triggered a crisis of confidence in Byron, Saul was currently sitting in a spacious but low-profile carriage with Tower Master Gortha.

He had thought that Tower Lord would make a flash and directly take him back to the Sorcerer's Tower, but he didn't expect to land inside a carriage covered in soft cushions.

It always felt like a bit of a drop in style, but it was good that only he and the carriage driver outside knew about it.

"Where's your hand?"

The carriage rattled to a start and Gortha collapsed into the cushions in a very stiff position, not sure if he was comfortable or not.

"Melted off." Alone with the tower master, and more than a little formal, Thor also sat very stiffly in the cushions.

The pocket containing the melted plastic bone, which Byron had returned to Saul on the windjammer, just didn't have the material to slip it back into his hand right now.

"Let's see."

Thor hooked the small pocket out of his pocket with his bony hand and handed it to Gortha.

Gortha opened the pouch and looked at it, and to his surprise, there was a long black glove from inside first.

With a movement of his fingertips, the glove floated out of the pocket.

"Your taste?"

Saul suddenly felt a little ashamed, "Mostly to protect against electric shocks."

"Swish…"

Gortha's fingertips fluttered and the black gloves flew out of the car window.

"Not a good solution, like facing the enemy in battle and reciting your weaknesses out loud."

Thor bowed his head and admitted his mistake, inwardly weeping, "KAM, that was expensive!"

"Spirit ester is a good improvement, but the materials are too low-grade and the ceiling is set."

Golza looked this at Sol's hands, "Everyone's choices are different, just like life planning, you can't just interfere. You may be surprised if you follow this path, or you may be facing the abyss."

The tower master began to say strange things again, but Sol listened intently.

"Don't think about covering up your weaknesses, overcome them."

Gortha pointed a finger and a small gray substance floated up from the bag.

"Electric shock briefly alters the connections between elemental particles. You might try starting with an anti-reverse reaction."

Thor mentally noted every word Gortha said, and then saw the other man toss the bag over.

That seemed to be the end of this teaching, and Gortha sat back, quiet as a statue.

But Sol had so many questions that his mouth could no longer hold them.

"Tower Master, we were in the Valley of the Drooping Hand this time, and we met an evil spirit named Morton. Have you heard of him?"

"So it's him."

"I heard that he's from the Kemah Empire?"

"Yes, the former emperor of the Kemah Empire and my wife Yura's great-grandfather."

Sol was a little fidgety, he, what he tore up two days ago was the Tower Master's great-great old husband?

"So, will your wife be angry?"

Elder Byron wouldn't be a poke in the eye, would he?

"That wouldn't be true, after all, she's been dead for a long time."

"... I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. If you're trying to get rid of the remnants of Morton, you can indeed ask Yura, they're a bit more familiar after all."

Sol: "?"

Golza speaks up, "She says she's interested in you."

Saul: "???"

I have to go out in the morning, so the third shift will be later in the afternoon

(End of chapter)