Wizard: You can become stronger by living life to the fullest.

Chapter 49: Are there any seats left here?

This was a strange man. He wore clothes made of brightly colored strips of cloth, a tri-colored tricorn hat, and his face was painted with pure white paint, with an exaggerated red mouth and a large red ball on his nose.

It resembles a clown, a comical character often seen in circus stage plays.

A clown, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared on the terrace and was now playing a harp with great enthusiasm. His facial expressions changed with the music, sometimes laughing and sometimes sad, putting on a silent, exaggerated performance.

Count Fernandez immediately grabbed the cross-shaped sword lying beside the bed and shouted, "Guards! Guards!"

The diligent guards did not respond, and the corridor was quiet.

What happened?

A sense of unease flashed through the count's mind, but it was fleeting. As one of the most powerful humans in the country, he could remain calm even when facing an army, let alone a mere clown.

At the same time, the clown's performance came to an end. He held his harp, bent over, and bowed in several directions, as if there were countless spectators in front of him.

He then produced a top hat from somewhere, turned it upside down on the floor, and gestured to the count to bestow it as a reward.

The count glanced at the top hat, then drew his cross sword. It was a two-handed cross sword that weighed at least several tens of pounds, but he held it in one hand.

The sharp blade pointed at the clown, and the count asked, "Who are you? An assassin?"

The clown clapped his hands and laughed, as if praising the Earl for making the right judgment.

The Earl continued, "Who sent you? Was it my eldest son, Louis? Or my second son, Jackman? Are these little brats so impatient?"

The clown shook his head and made a sad face.

The count lowered his body, his legs spread apart, muscles taut, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

"It seems we need to talk further."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "whoosh," he shot out like an arrow.

The Great Knight's terrifying strength was on full display at this moment. The Count easily crossed the twenty-meter distance in the blink of an eye, and the next second he appeared just a step away from the Clown, his greatsword slamming down on the Clown with a fierce whooshing sound.

Just as the clown was about to be smashed into a pulp by the greatsword, the count's body suddenly stiffened, as if frozen by some force.

But then, several thin, transparent lines inexplicably hung down from the air above the count's head and stuck to various parts of his body.

At the same time, the clown in front of him produced a puppet from who-knows-when, and the puppet's attire and features were clearly identical to those of Count Fernandin in front of him.

The count's pupils suddenly contracted.

He opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out. He tried his best to move his body, but his body seemed to no longer belong to him and gave him no response.

His previous confidence vanished completely in an instant, and an unprecedented fear swept over him. He finally realized that the assassin in front of him was not an ordinary assassin, but a character that only appeared in ancient legends.

wizard!

At the same time, the Earl began to move.

The clown manipulated the puppet in his hand to spin and jump on the ground, performing all sorts of strange and bizarre acts, and the count in front of him followed the puppet's movements in the same way, as if there were an invisible stage in the room.

The show quickly came to an end, and the clown, controlling the count, bowed in gratitude to the unseen audience.

He then snapped the puppet's neck.

"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out in the room as the count's head turned 360 degrees to the back of his head, and then his entire body slumped to the ground.

His distorted face was filled with terror.

The clown's face showed a sorrowful expression, and he threw himself onto the count's body, burying his face in his hands and weeping bitterly.

"Hiss!~"

Just then, a hissing sound came from below the terrace, and a large snake with two heads was seen climbing up the pillar onto the terrace.

"Manos, are you done yet!"

"Are you done yet? Are you done yet?!"

Two voices rang out, one after the other. As they spoke, the giant snake's body twisted and transformed on the terrace, quickly turning into a man.

This is a terrifying man; on the left side of his face, there is another face covering the entire left side of his head.

Upon seeing the clown embracing the count's corpse and 'crying' in the room, the two-faced man covered his face: "This idiot, indulging in stage plays again."

He turned his head to the side, lowered his hand, and with an angry expression, yelled at the clown, "Once you're done, leave quickly and move on to the next place. Wasting time is shameful, shameful!"

She turned her face to him and said, "Let him play for a while. We've been preparing for this for so long, a little more time won't make a difference."

He argued, turning his head to the side, "War! We must start a war as soon as possible!"

He said with a straight face, "I know, I know. War is just around the corner. After half a year of preparation, these nobles have finished preparing for battle. If it weren't for your stupid apprentice failing to handle things, we would already be reaping souls by now."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the count's corpse in front of him: "But this time there won't be any problems. Let's prepare to enjoy the feast, a feast of slaughter and death."

"A feast! A feast!"

Endless seas, the route of the Kingdom Returns.

Under the cold, dark night, the clanging sound echoed as the long, serpentine steel behemoth sped across the sea, trailing billowing smoke. Its grid-like obstacle remover filtered the seawater while pushing away parasitic marine creatures such as snails and barnacles attached to its tracks.

Kingdom Returns, restaurant.

Unlike the cold, quiet night outside, the carriages of the Kingdom Returns were bustling with people, as passengers gathered in the dining car.

Although the restaurant serves food 24 hours a day, the variety of dishes is most abundant only for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

"I'd like a caviar and a veal steak, please."

After placing the caviar veal steak handed to him by the alchemical golem on his tray, Rosie then carried the tray to the self-service food area to continue selecting the food she wanted.

Food on the Kingdom Returns is included in the ticket price. The dishes are mostly self-service; you can just take what you want. For some dishes that need to be made to order, alchemical golems will arrange it. The service is very attentive.

It was quite worth spending those 500 magic stones.

After silently giving a thumbs up and choosing her food, Rosie walked to the seat on her left. Nicole had already reserved the seat in advance. It was a booth with two sofas and a square table in the middle, next to a window. It was spacious, comfortable, and in a great location.

"I've taken some. See if there's anything you like to eat. If not, I'll go get some more."

"Okay, these are all my favorite foods."

Nicole isn't picky about food; she seems to enjoy any food as long as it's not too badly cooked.

"Excuse me, is there any room left?" Just then, a polite voice rang in my ears.

Luo Xi looked up and saw a young man standing in the aisle next to her.

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with rare black hair like his. He wore a dark blue long gown with two rows of front openings, over which was a white shirt with a lace collar. He was impeccably dressed and looked very elegant.

When Rosie's gaze inadvertently swept over the badge on the young man's chest, his expression froze for a moment.

It was an emblem woven from several stars and flames, a fire and star emblem known to everyone in the wizarding world. This emblem represented only one meaning—

Level 5 Witch Domain, Falan.

I was locked up in a dark room, and I was just released, damn it!

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