Wizard Immortal

Chapter 169 Caravan

In the early morning, the sun shines on the earth, bringing a touch of warmth.

At a bustling port, merchant ships come and go, wandering around.

"Time's almost up, let's stop here."

Standing before a massive black cargo ship, and looking at the crowd behind him, Adir spoke.

Behind him stood a group of people, including elders of the Southern Alliance like Keger, as well as some of the local nobles.

These people came to see Adir off after learning that he was about to leave.

At this point, Adir had been here for half a month, and after completing some tasks, he began to prepare to leave.

"Lord Adir, won't you stay here a little longer?"

Keger chimed in, "According to the news, after learning of your return, Lord Adir, the Kingdom of Kuma has sent people over, led by Grand Knight Sidru, who is said to be a member of your clan."

"They'll be able to come and meet you in just one more week."

"No."

Standing still, Adir looked up at the black cargo ship in front of him: "I've already wasted a lot of time here, there's no point in waiting any longer."

"After I leave, please send someone to tell him to take his men back directly."

He turned to look at Keig beside him and said with a smile.

"Well... alright." After hesitating for a moment, Keger finally nodded.

While they were talking, the others remained silent.

For them, the intimidation of a formal wizard was too great. Apart from Keg, an old acquaintance of Adir, no one else would dare to say more than a few words in front of Adir.

Before long, the ships outside slowly sailed in, and Adir boarded the black cargo ship in front of him, ready to wait for the ship to set sail.

Led respectfully by a servant, he walked to his room, put down his luggage, and then went up to the deck.

The ship had already begun its journey, and a gentle breeze brushed against my face, bringing a touch of coolness.

"it's over···"

Looking at the land that was slowly receding into the distance, and the faint figures of people still visible, Adir murmured to himself.

At this moment, a strange feeling arose in Adir's heart. He knew that this time he was gone, and it would probably be a very long time before he could return.

By then, everything may no longer look the same.

However, this was an inevitable result.

Human life is too insignificant and short; a mere few decades is nothing to a wizard.

Even a third-class apprentice only lives a few decades longer than an ordinary person; they cannot be compared to a formal wizard.

One or two hundred years from now, all the people Adir knew will pass away, leaving only the memories sealed away.

This is a scene that most wizards must go through.

After standing quietly on the deck for a while, Adir walked towards his room.

The journey went smoothly without too many unexpected events, and soon, more than a month had passed, and the ship was about to reach its destination.

After disembarking, Adir bought two horses nearby and continued on his journey.

He crossed the edge of the southern continent and headed towards the northern plains.

He also heard many things along the way.

Almost all the wizarding organizations that originally existed on the southern continent have disappeared, migrating en masse as Edith had once said, choosing to explore a new, unknown territory. Only a few small wizarding organizations remain, barely holding on, but it seems they won't last much longer.

The entire continent was filled with an aura of death. Powerful pollution spread throughout the region, plundering all life and turning large areas into dead lands, creating many polluted creatures.

All of this is said to have originated from the leak of that ancient ruin. It is unknown what was sealed inside, but even though it was sealed by a joint effort of many wizarding organizations, some things still leaked out, causing such serious consequences.

While on his journey, Adir also inquired about the surrounding academies, hoping to find out the location where the academies might be relocated.

This information is easy to obtain.

The collective relocation and withdrawal of several local wizarding organizations caused a great stir in the region, which could not be concealed at all.

Adir only needed to make a few casual inquiries to find out the direction the academy had chosen to evacuate, but he couldn't determine the exact location.

Secretly recording the information from the academy, Adir headed north, quickly traversing the vast southern continent and arriving at the northern plains.

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Several months later.

In the early morning, the sun shines brightly on the earth.

The long convoy of cars was traveling on a narrow road and was now slowly coming to a stop to rest.

As the caravan stopped, people around took things off the carriages behind, seemingly preparing to start a fire and cook lunch.

"Lord Adir, it's lunchtime."

Nearby, a girl in a green dress quickly ran to a carriage and shouted inside.

After a while, a person stepped out of the carriage.

He was a handsome young man with a long sword at his waist, wearing a black robe, and he looked calm and composed.

He stepped down from the carriage, smiled and nodded at the girl in front of him, and then walked to the side.

There, someone was calling his name, urging him to hurry over.

"Adir, you've come too."

Upon reaching the crowd ahead, a middle-aged man with a large beard, holding a piece of roasted meat, smiled at Adir.

"Yeah, I was just called down."

Adir nodded, then looked around at the people: "What's going on here?"

"I don't know yet."

The bearded man shook his head: "We were also suddenly summoned here; it seems something must have happened."

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps came from ahead, drawing everyone's attention.

"I apologize for disturbing you all."

A middle-aged man in black armor stepped forward, looking very imposing. He then spoke, "However, there is something I must make clear to everyone."

"We received this last night."

As he spoke, he took out a long black arrow.

This arrow is unique; it is made entirely of black crystal, and the arrowhead is engraved with a strange bird pattern, like some kind of symbol.

Upon seeing the arrow, the expressions of everyone present immediately changed: "This is... the symbol of the Hand of the Storm, why?"

"That's right, just as you all thought, we've been targeted by the Hand of the Gale."

Standing before everyone, the middle-aged man's expression turned serious as he spoke of the matter: "Although I'm also puzzled as to why these lunatics suddenly targeted us, since things have come to this point, we must take action."

"Here, I give you all the right to withdraw."

His eyes quickly swept over the surroundings: "If you choose to leave our team, we can refund half of the fees you've already paid."

"But if you choose to stay, then as a price, you will have to pay double the cost for the rest of the journey."

"How can this be?"

"You're not keeping your word?"

"Didn't we agree on a price beforehand?"

Below, upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the people below all changed color and, no longer holding back, directly questioned him.

Faced with their questioning, the middle-aged man remained calm, only moving suddenly after the voices of the people in front of him had gradually subsided.

With a soft thud, his longsword was drawn from his waist, glowing with a faint green light. It struck the ground heavily, leaving a deep sword mark and fully revealing the knight's strength.

Seeing the scene created by this sword strike, the place fell silent, and the faint sound of someone swallowing saliva could be heard.

"I don't have time to joke around with you all..."

Standing before them, the middle-aged knight appeared somewhat impatient: "I'm giving you only one day. Give me your answer by tomorrow morning. Those who don't want to stay, take your belongings and leave!"

After saying this, he walked away with several servants beside him, seemingly having no patience for the people in front of him.

After he left, the people who had been standing there dared to speak, and they all stood there sighing.

"Sigh... He was walking perfectly fine, how could all this have happened?"

The bearded man who had spoken to Adir earlier stood up, his face grim, and sighed repeatedly.

"Gru, are you planning to leave or stay?"

Seeing him standing there like this, Adir asked.

"Stay..."

Despite feeling extremely distressed by Adir's question, Big Beard Gru did not hesitate at all: "I'm not like you, Adir. I'm carrying a lot of goods with me. If anything happens to these things, I'm afraid I'll be sold into slavery to pay off debts."

"A very wise choice."

Standing to one side, Adir picked up a small piece of bread from the cloth covering his face, nodding as he looked toward a corner.

Those were a few people he had noticed long ago. Not only did they rarely interact with others, but they also seemed very calm and composed when facing that knight, without the slightest sign of nervousness.

And from these people, Adir also sensed a familiar scent.

It was the smell of energy particles. Even though they had concealed it well, Adir still noticed it and couldn't hide it from a formal wizard.

"Interesting. The northern plains are indeed much more prosperous than the southern continent. Even if I just randomly pick a caravan to travel with, I can still run into so many fellow travelers."

Adir's expression remained calm as he turned to look in a distant direction.

There, the middle-aged knight from before was walking up to a carriage, seemingly reporting something.

(End of this chapter)