Wizard Immortal

Chapter 393 The Lost City Part Two

"Amri, what are you doing here? I've been looking for you for ages."

Standing at the city gate, the middle-aged man who had run towards them from afar, holding Adir's hand, finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the soldiers beside him: "Make way!"

At this moment, the anxious and fearful expression on his face faded, replaced by an air of authority that made Adir take notice.

"So it's the child of Priest Sengge." The rattan armor soldier guarding the city turned solemn and bowed his head to Adir, as if to express his apology.

"Alright, Amri, let's go in."

Holding Adir's hand, Seng smiled and led Adir forward.

Buildings flashed by, and the layout and shape of most of them seemed somewhat familiar to Adir.

"It has the exact same layout as the previous ruins."

As Adir carefully observed the surrounding roads and buildings, this thought silently flashed through his mind.

For some reason, when he arrived here, a sense of familiarity welled up from the bottom of his heart. Although the scenery around him was completely unfamiliar, he had a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had lived here before.

Sensing this, Adir's expression turned somewhat grim: "Even I couldn't detect anything amiss with this illusion..."

As he walked, he examined the scenery that constantly passed by in his own way.

But neither his powerful mental strength nor the chip deep within his soul detected anything unusual, as if it were all real.

"We've arrived." Seng's unique, hoarse voice sounded beside him.

Leading Adir by the hand, he walked to the front of an old-looking manor. Looking at the manor overgrown with weeds, he smiled happily: "Finally home..."

He looked up at the old manor that seemed to have been neglected for a long time, his face looking somewhat unwell, as if he was recalling some past events.

Standing beside him, looking at the dilapidated and primitive manor before him, Adir was stunned.

It seemed as if they had encountered something crucial. At this moment, an unusual sense of familiarity welled up in their hearts, accompanied by fragments of memories.

As if he had been reborn, a flood of memories inexplicably surfaced in his mind.

Following these memories, he subconsciously walked to the gate of the manor and looked at a black wooden board in front of the gate.

On the black wooden board, marks were etched, and in the center were some characters written in a script that was both strange and familiar to Adir.

Happy birthday, Amri Yara.

Looking at the words carved on the wooden board, a strange sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, causing him to subconsciously read the words aloud.

"Yara..." Adir glanced at the surname after the name, "It's exactly the same as the surname of my body."

"Amuri, stop playing around." A rough hand descended and landed precisely on Adir's head.

Standing to the side, watching Adir, Senger maintained his smile: "We should go in."

"Okay." Turning around gently, Adir gave Seng a deep look, his expression unchanged, and simply nodded silently.

With a soft click, the wooden door was quickly opened, and the two slowly walked in.

It was noon, and the golden sun shone brightly in the sky, casting rays of pale gold light down onto the black earth.

Around the house, next to what appeared to be a fairly large old house, wild grasses stubbornly survived, covering the surrounding soil.

These landscapes should have been completely unfamiliar to Adir, but at this moment, they felt strangely familiar to him.

At this moment, Adir even had a feeling.

It's as if he grew up here from a young age. Everything around him is no secret to him. Even if he walks with his eyes closed, he knows where he is without feeling any fear or unease.

This feeling should have been quite pleasant, but at this moment, Adir felt only a chill in his heart.

"Did it even affect my memories and feelings?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and then his attention was drawn to something outside.

Woof...

A low hissing sound came from outside.

Under Adir's gaze, a black mongrel with fluffy fur and skin and bones ran in from outside the open wooden door of the manor, stood directly on the threshold and barked loudly, as if calling for something.

"Stray dogs?"

Hearing the barking of the dog outside the door, Adir muttered to himself, then subconsciously got up and walked towards the skinny black mongrel.

"Du..."

Gently walking to the threshold, looking at the black mongrel standing before him, Adir slowly uttered a name, following the intuition in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dog in front of him barked again, lowered its head slightly, and touched Adir's hand, as if expressing its emotions.

"You're injured again."

Gently stroking the mongrel's head, Adir keenly noticed several wounds and a trace of blood that had not yet dried.

"Come with me." Getting up from where he stood, following his instincts, Adir went into his house, found some bones and meat, and placed them outside.

This seems to have become a habit. After seeing the pile of bones outside the door, the black dog stopped barking and instead squatted there quietly, drinking clean water and gnawing on the bones and scraps of meat.

As he gently stroked the black dog's fur, sensing this subconscious action, Adir frowned while pondering the current situation.

"The legendary lost city cannot be found by ordinary people. Only the former master of this city or the dying can enter."

Thinking about this, Adir lowered his head and pondered: "This legend must be true, but when Leon and I came in, we didn't feel any obstacles and entered this place very smoothly."

"The lack of obstacles means that both Leon and I meet the entry criteria... which means we were once the masters of this city..."

Sitting quietly in place, pondering the information about the Lost City in his mind, Adir's eyes grew increasingly cold.

His body is still very healthy. Not only is he only twelve years old, but he also has no injuries. He doesn't seem to meet the standards of a dying person at all.

Therefore, the only one that meets the criteria is undoubtedly the other one.

"The curse of the past will spread along the bloodline..." For some reason, Adir suddenly remembered this sentence.

When he first came across this sentence, he was a little confused, but now that he's actually here, he roughly understands what it means.

"Amuri Yara, Sim Yara, and people who look similar to Gerson and Kolar."

Considering all the known clues, Adir fell into thought: "The former masters of this city, literally speaking, should be the former residents of this city."

"Only those who were once the masters of this city can enter; this condition may refer to bloodline."

He slowly raised his head: "Only the descendants of the city's residents can enter this city by following the pull of their bloodline."

"And Leon and I should meet that condition."

This is just a rough inference, but it seems quite likely at present.

Verifying this inference is quite simple; all we need to do is find another person who entered the fray.

Meeting the conditions once could be considered a coincidence, but if it happens twice in a row, the accuracy of the inference is undoubtedly greatly improved.

"Lyon's surname, Carradise..."

A variety of thoughts flashed through his mind. He touched the black dog's injured forehead, then stood up and walked into the house.

Inside the old house, Seng was busy, rummaging through drawers and cabinets to neatly arrange dusty chores.

"Caladis, that's a rare surname in this area. He must live in Creek Lane in the north of the city."

Inside the room, listening to Adir's question, Seng was somewhat surprised: "Why are you asking this?"

Whether it was a misperception or not, at the moment Adir asked the question, his expression seemed to change subtly, and his eyes became much colder.

This change is very subtle and disappears completely in the next moment, making it difficult to detect under normal circumstances.

Observing these changes silently, Adir frowned inwardly, but smiled calmly on the surface: "I heard this surname by chance before, so I came to ask about it. I didn't expect it to actually exist..."

"No! You're lying!" A strong, hoarse voice forcefully interrupted Adir's words.

At this moment, Seng's expression changed drastically. His originally gentle expression instantly turned into intense resentment and hatred. One of his black eyes emitted an eerie light as he stared intently at Adir, as if he were looking at his mortal enemy.

An immense pressure descended upon me, carrying a faint sense of danger.

Sensing all this, Adir frowned inwardly, his eyes fixed on Seng, his vigilance reaching its peak.

The next moment, seemingly realizing his loss of composure, the strange expression on Seng's face vanished instantly. The resentment and hatred that had been on his face disappeared in an instant, leaving only a gentle expression. His black eyes no longer looked as eerie as before.

"Be careful on the road."

Seemingly knowing what Adir was going to do, Seng said this indifferently, then turned around and began to tidy up the things in the room on his own.

Behind him, watching Seng's busy figure, Adir watched quietly for a long time before turning and leaving.

"That feeling just now was somewhat similar to the curse I encountered before, yet also a little different..."

Walking quietly down the street, reflecting on his reaction just moments ago, Adir frowned: "Everything was normal before, so why did it suddenly erupt at this moment?"

I can't take it anymore, I'll write the rest tomorrow (crying). No need to wait any longer tonight.

(End of this chapter)