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Chapter 226: Concern from Brother

My brother's pro-opening:

To my bad-tempered and pathetic brother.

The last time I left in a hurry, it was out of necessity.

I can see that fate surrounds you, and the shadow is like a dark cloud over your head, so I know that my younger brother's destiny is difficult, and there are many crises.

Challenges are not always followed by opportunities, but may be followed by even heavier bad luck. If one day you have nowhere to return to, come to the land of no man to find your brother. Though I may not always be there, the door of home will always be open for you! Until then, have no fear and enjoy the feast of death that I have prepared for you~

Love you, brother.

Kismet.

Saul quickly read the letter, and it was indeed the guy under the alias Victor, as uninformed between the lines as he himself was.

At the bottom of the letter, the four words Kismet were written in bold and large letters, as if he was venting his frustration that Kira didn't listen to his ego at all last time.

After reading the letter, Saul immediately closed his eyes to check his state, meditated briefly again, and then extrapolated his previous memories to make sure his consciousness was not affected.

"This letter at the very least confirms that Victor is indeed Kismet. As for the crisis he spoke of,... if it is truly like a dark cloud, it may not be directed at me."

Saul looked up, with the ceiling of the storehouse above his head.

"If his brain is not completely broken, is it not too exaggerated to use dark clouds to still describe the crisis against me, could the situation in the Wizard Tower be changing?"

I don't know why he even thought of a way back for Saul. Only to think of a place like the Masterless Land that a formal wizard would find terrifying.

If it wasn't for the fact that Kismet seemed to have some relationship with the golden pages in the diary, Saul really didn't want to continue dealing with him.

He dropped the letter paper onto the table, pondering the information that might be implied in the letter, and suddenly froze, "Wait, did he just use honorifics for me in one of the sentences?"

But when Saul looked down to double-check, he realized that the letterhead was gone.

"Actively destroyed the record?" Saul's heart was a little uneasy because of the suddenly disappeared letter paper, "The most important thing now is to solve the problem of my body as soon as possible. The current me is still too weak."

Although there was no longer any evidence, Saul still informed Golza about Kismet's use of others to deliver the letter in through the summoning pen that night.

After all, Kismet was a Second Order and seemed to harbor some sort of malice towards Saul, and he wasn't going to take such a suspected provocative threat on his own.

Reporting the thorny issue to the higher authorities, Saul once again buried himself in the research and experiments of witch body transformation.

Meanwhile, at the border between the Kemah Principality and its hostile neighbor, the Knas Principality.

In a wilderness that was unpopulated for several kilometers all around.

Kismet was standing in the middle of dozens of corpses, listening sideways to something.

He was holding a white harp in his arms, and the fingers of his right hand were absently ticking the strings.

The sound of the harp was pleasing to the ear, and it was like a wave of water swinging away under the night sky.

At Kismet's feet, a man was prostrate on the ground, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the sound of the zither stopped, and Kismet hooked up a smile, "Ah, the master has received my thoughts."

He looked down contentedly at the would-be knight who hated to lick the tips of his shoes.

"When is Knuckles planning to go to war with Khema?"

The quasi-knight's trembling shoulders came to a sudden stop and he tilted his head, his face going from fear to confusion to surprise in an instant.

"My lord?" The Quasi-Knight first shouted out uncontrollably, and then immediately looked around vigilantly, so many corpses around him that he acted as if he hadn't seen them.

"My lord, the tripartite tipping agreement has already been signed, only waiting for Prince Aruba to advance to the second rank, then the war will start immediately."

"Oh~ three parties? It seems that either the Baidon Academy or the Roadland Rowboat has gotten involved." Kismet nodded his head and gently tapped another ginto on the prospective knight's helmet, "What's the difference between that and not saying it, it's not like I know when Aruba will advance."

The Quasi-Knight was a bit confused, but didn't dare to dodge it in the slightest, only hurrying to add what he had just said inappropriately.

"According to Prince Aruba, he is certain that he can definitely advance within two years." Kismet said disdainfully, "They've been brewing for so long, just waiting for a newborn Second Order? It's not like Kemah has only one Second Order. Who could he beat in a war? Kira, the Goddess of War, or the sorcerer Thagorza?"

The prospective knight moved closer to Kismet and lowered his voice, "I heard that when the war actually starts, the one from the Witch Tower won't show up."

Kismet was satisfied, "That's right, this way the strength of both sides will be balanced, and the war will be exciting. It seems that the foundation of the Witch Tower is also starting to shake, and another ugly conspiracy will be staged."

Speaking of wars and conspiracies, Kismet came into the spirit.

But as he thought about it, he began to break his fingers to count again, "One year, two years ... Sol may not be able to reach the third level. The time is still short yet. A second level apprentice doesn't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder."

While Kismet was thinking, the earth suddenly shook slightly.

A small hill suddenly opened up, and a huge sandy poisonous scorpion burrowed out from it.

That poisonous scorpion didn't know how long it had been underground, and it was still wrapped in the roots of many plants.

The Quasi-Knight who was originally kneeling on the ground turned around and saw the large scorpion with a body size of five meters, first screaming out in fear and paralyzed on the ground.

But he quickly remembered that there was still Kismet standing behind him, and he even had the courage to come out of nowhere, and as soon as he picked up the rapier that had fallen on the ground, he blocked Kismet's body, and his mouth also shouted, "My lord, it's the Sandy Venomous Scorpion, I'll block him, so you can quickly go."

Kismet looked at the poisonous scorpion and raised his chin at the prospective knight, "Then please do your duty for me."

The prospective knight was stunned at first, then a gust of cloudy wind hit him, and the huge scorpion pincers had smashed down.

The prospective knight's own strength wasn't high, dodging the scorpion pincers but not the scorpion's tail, and after being stung, he quickly gambled his hair and died.

The poisonous scorpion quickly set its sights on another prey.

Who knows that Kismet is not panicked across the swollen shiny prospective knight, approached the sandy scorpion, seemingly unintentionally issued a tone scale, see a breeze whisked by, the poisonous scorpion's body rhizome soil disappeared cleanly.

The entire time the poisonous scorpion remained motionless, its eyes fixed on Kismet.

The latter, however, after cleaning the scorpion, jumped onto its back shell in one go and found a flat place to sit down.

The scorpion that suddenly had an extra owner shook its head and tail as if it had just come out of some hazy realization.

Kismet patted the venomous scorpion on the back, "Come on, let's go to Knuckles to find Aruba and buy our little Sol a few more years."

One man and one scorpion, they gradually disappeared into the end of the wilderness in the depths of the night.

...

Five days after reuniting with Korrie, Sol finally finished a dose of the reagent for the transformation of the flesh and blood sorcerer's body.

He raised the test tube in his hand, staring at the magnificent red color with burning eyes, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's really not easy, after consuming so many materials, I finally managed to make a bottle. Even if it's just an official sorcerer's potion from a sorcerer's family, it's still much more complicated than I imagined."

Obviously, the process and external conditions were the same, but the previous potion just didn't achieve the desired effect. If Saul took it, he would turn into all sorts of monsters and then die.

After making more than a dozen failed potions, Saul could already use two things at once. He mixed the potion with his left hand while calculating the measurement of the neutralizer and configuring the catalyst and neutralizing solution.

But the busiest thing was actually the diary, which did the work of three people with one book.

Finally, today, Saul completed the refining of the last important potion material for the new transformation program.

Standing in a field of draft paper, Saul carefully placed the red potion on the test tube rack.

"Although there is only one copy, other influencing factors have been ruled out for now, as long as my hands don't shake ..."

Saul shook his two pairs of white bone hands, "Kara Kara Kara Kara" the bone joints made a crunching sound.

"Maybe tomorrow we won't have to hear that teeth-grinding sound!"

(End of chapter)