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Chapter 41 The Price of Realizing Your Dreams

It was an evil sacrifice that belonged to the barbarians.

Enhanced by the power of evil, the wounds of the dead who were split in half were muddied to death with mud and ashes.

No drops of blood flowed down, only half-desperate faces.

Half gazed at the campfire, half gazed at the deep night.

Brown was held dead over his mouth by his sister, and the two lay together in the mire.

Their faces were huffing thick mud, showing only two air holes, and a little slit for observing the outside world.

They didn't even dare to shed tears for fear of being discovered if they broke through the mud on their faces.

That was Brown's eternal nightmare.

He never thought he'd see that scene again someday.

It had obviously been years ago.

Clearly thought that he had forgotten all about it.

Brown shuddered and clutched his head, covering his ears and closing his eyes tight.

Not daring to look to see if the limb attached to the top of one of the opposing feet was one that had been chopped in half.

His right hand still clutched the black rope connecting the small fragrant beads, only hoping that the small fragrant beads would be able to exert their power and drive away this horrible memory as soon as possible.

"Brown."

Suddenly a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"It's okay, brother."

The trembling in Brown's body stopped and he slowly raised his head.

"Sister ... Sister ...."

The not-so-cute-looking country girl smiled plaintively at her brother.

Looking at her brother's pale face, she was still comforting in a fine voice.

"It's alright, brother, they're all gone."

"Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck ..."

Brown, however, even his teeth began to chatter, and his one pair of lips faded from blood and were as green and white as a dead man's.

"Sister ..."

The country maiden showed a few moments of confusion and took another step forward, extending her mud-caked hand to her brother.

"What are you afraid of, brother?"

Brown sat on his butt on the ground, he tried to back away but his limbs were so stiff that he couldn't even move half an inch.

How could he not be afraid?

His sister hadn't survived the ordeal.

No, his sister didn't die in that calamity.

She died at the hands of his own brother.

...

Hiding in the mud, the sibling didn't escape the keen sense of smell of the barbarians, however, before being discovered, a team of wizard apprentices luckily appeared to interrupt the impending kill.

They drive in from a distance.

Seeing them from afar, the barbarians made a mess and left in a hurry, not even taking all of the food that had been offered as a sacrifice.

Fortunately these fellows did not escape sanction.

A sorcerer apprentice suddenly flew up to chase them out.

After the thunder and lightning, Brown saw the barbarians, who had just been strutting around, grimly slanting their grins and unable to resist, turned into piles of black charcoal.

Brown's eyes were so wide that he couldn't close them even though the muddy water was flowing into his eyes and it hurt like hell.

He endured the pain and watched as the apprentice flew back to the wagon and slowly walked over to him and his sister again.

Brown and his sister rose from the mud and fell to their knees in front of the wizard, grateful to the lord for saving their lives.

But in addition to his gratitude, new and unquenchable thoughts rose within Brown.

The turning point of fate had arrived.

If he could follow the man in front of him, did he have the possibility of becoming a wizard?

Brown seemed to see that it was he who soared into the sky, who had easily handily slain his enemy.

Becoming a wizard, this was the life he deserved!

However, Brown's dream didn't last long before it was brutally shattered.

At his sister's pleading, the Lord Wizard agrees to take them back.

But only agrees to take one person with him.

The other would be left here.

The reason for this is that with their wagon, they can only squeeze one more person into it. Brown couldn't understand it.

Obviously they had two carriages, one was seated with a dozen children, and the other, more spacious, was seated with only two sorcerer lords.

The wagon that could squeeze one person up was the smaller one that already held a dozen children.

No one else was allowed to ride in the wagon of the sorcerer lords.

It would be a sacrilege.

The wizard who had once unleashed the lightning bolt, looked sideways and inquired of his companion, "Take the boy, he looks quite capable."

But the other pale-faced wizard lord pointed firmly at Brown's sister, "No, I want the maid."

The lightning wizard was helpless, "There is so little a maid can do."

The pale wizard, however, was even more determined, "What do you know, maids represent justice."

The lightning sorcerer shook his head but didn't retort anymore, actually agreeing with the pale masterless's decision.

Brown's face immediately became paler than the pale wizard.

Is he going to be thrown down?

Brown looked at his sister groundlessly.

Sister you quickly say ah! Quickly let them take me away and leave you behind!

You say it quickly, you love me so much, every time there is something good is not always let me?

You quickly say ah, let them take me away, when I become a witch, I will come to take you to go to the good life!

However, the young girl who had always taken care of her brother, at this time, she just lowered her head and rubbed the corner of her coat with both hands continuously.

Sister actually faltered!

Brown couldn't believe it.

He crouched silently, as if in despair.

The young girl's afterglow saw her brother's short, desperate form and finally made up her mind.

She opened her mouth tremblingly, her voice heavy with longing.

"Big, big, lord, I ... please ... take my brother away ..."

"Bam!"

The young girl did not finish her sentence.

A stone smashed hard into the back of her head, knocking her to the ground.

Brown looked at his sister in surprise.

The young girl fell to the ground, reached up to cover her gurgling wound, and looked back at her brother incredulously.

The surprise in the young girl's eyes was changing to anger.

Sister was angry.

Brown just felt his mind was incredibly clear at the moment, he had never been so clear.

Sis is pissed off, so she's not going to let me have this opportunity.

He stepped forward with an expressionless face.

How much strength can a poor boy have?

Brown braced himself, gasping for breath, and looked forward with hopeful eyes to the Lord Wizard, who had watched the whole thing quietly.

"My lord, I'm the only one left now."

The pale wizard covered his nostrils with his fingers, as if Brown was emitting some sour odor.

"Oh, out to recruit apprentices, I never thought I'd see an animal."

The lightning wizard, on the other hand, didn't make any comments.

The two of them turned around and walked back to the wagon, but they did not stop Brown from voluntarily getting into the wagon with the child sitting in it.

...

Memories came flooding back, as his sister, who had once become torn apart under his hands, reappeared with an intact face.

"It's an illusion." Brown told himself, "There is no way that sister is still alive. After all these years, there's no way her ghost could have come to me."

He felt like he wasn't the same little boy who could only cower in his sister's arms.

A little hallucination was all it took, and it was trying to scare him to death?

Brown raised his head, looked straight into his sister's face, and swung his fist.

"I'm not afraid of you, let's see what else you can do."

Sister, however, laughed.

Yes, how can lips be bad?

Looking at those red lips, Brown swung his fist again.

A hand caught Brown's fist steadily.

Brown looked up and saw Syd standing in front of him watching coldly.

Sure enough, it was all an illusion just now!

That must have been an illusion that Lord Sid tested himself on, and that's why the little scented beads given by Lord Sid didn't work.

"My lord!" Brown cracked his mouth, "Did I pass your test?"

(End of chapter)