Wizard Immortal

Chapter 625 Lone Wolf Ekdor

"Although it's only a slight difference, the result is a significant deviation."

Standing in a manor, quietly sensing the process of the spell being cast, Adir shook his head inwardly and thought to himself.

His true form is a fifth-tier wizard. Although he has only just come into contact with the mage system of this world and has not yet fully mastered it, it is enough to highlight the shortcomings of the mages in this world.

Lacking magic is like cutting the wizard's body apart, making the originally complete whole incomplete.

Without the nourishment of magic, the mages of this world will inevitably lag far behind wizards in terms of physical strength. Not to mention compared with knights of the same rank, even knights of a lower rank might surpass mages in strength.

This may explain why mages in this world often appear as scholars and rarely take up swords to fight.

Furthermore, lacking the nourishment of their bodies and the conscious growth of their magical power, the magical power within the mages of this world is too thin, forcing them to rely on external assistance in order to successfully cast spells.

Therefore, in this world, most low-level mages, except for those with extremely strong mental power who can forcibly draw in external elemental forces, need to either prepare incantations for a long time or prepare a lot of spellcasting materials to make up for their lack of magical power.

"This is equivalent to a shaman in primitive times."

Standing there, recalling the information he had learned about the mage, Adir shook his head to himself, thinking to himself.

The current state of mages in this world inexplicably reminded Adir of the development of wizards.

Long ago, when the wizarding system was first established, it had just as many shortcomings as the mages of this world.

It wasn't until the glorious ancient times, when powerful ancient wizards stepped out of the wizarding world and plundered the resources and knowledge of various worlds, that the wizarding system slowly developed and gradually became perfected.

The true wizards in the wizarding world today only officially appeared at that time.

Compared to the wizarding world, the mages of the world of gods are clearly not so lucky.

The world of gods, though powerful, is an extremely xenophobic world.

This point was already clearly demonstrated when Adir entered the world of the main gods.

Because of its extreme isolation, it is extremely difficult for outsiders to enter this world, but similarly, it is equally difficult for people in this world to step out of the world.

This difference in the world itself fundamentally limits the path of development for mages in this world.

Furthermore, there are also supreme gods in this world.

Silently putting away the scroll in his hands, Adir slowly turned around and walked to the other side.

As night fell, the population in Tam City began to thin out, and tiny lights started to appear all around.

In a fairly lively alley, Adir walked with his head down.

At this moment, his appearance had been carefully modified. Although only the details had changed, he looked completely different from before.

In reality, for a wizard, changing one's appearance is not as difficult as one might imagine; it's simply a matter of magic.

However, in this world, the priests of the gods are active in various places, using magic, which is not as reliable as using the makeup skills of mortals.

In short, his requirements weren't actually that high, so he simply had it casually tidied up and walked out of the manor without any further ado.

Perhaps because it was close to midnight, there were not many people in the alley, and very few shops were still open, making it look somewhat desolate.

Walking quietly among them, alone, Adir seemed somewhat special.

However, he soon found his destination and arrived at a place.

A rather dilapidated and ordinary-looking tavern.

Standing outside the tavern, quietly raising his head to look at the tavern in front of him, Adir was first attracted by the name of the tavern.

Hell's wine.

"interesting."

With a casual smile, Adir glanced at the dilapidated tavern in front of him and walked straight inside.

He leaped over the several-meter-long staircase, and then the scene inside the tavern slowly came into view.

Several dilapidated small wooden tables, some strange iron racks with pieces of roasted meat hanging on them, and a long wooden table with rows of wine bottles.

This is all that's in the tavern.

Standing quietly at the entrance of the tavern, Adir turned and looked around.

It was already late at night, and there were very few people outside, but it was quite lively here, with people sitting at several wooden tables.

Several of them caught Adir's attention the moment they entered.

A burly man with a long beard sat alone at a wooden table, along with several other men in black robes who sat silently at the same table, drinking and eating meat.

After observing the group of people for a while, Adir took a step forward and walked alone to the wooden table where the burly man with the long beard was.

Excuse me...

A soft voice rose from the surroundings, and despite its faintness, it reached the ears of the burly man in front of him precisely in the somewhat noisy environment: "May I sit here?"

The big man paused for a moment, then raised his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Adir.

His eyes were very peculiar; they were both emerald green, resembling the eyes of a wolf, and appeared particularly fierce when he stared at people, making them feel uneasy.

Adir calmly enjoyed the gaze, standing there quietly, looking back at the other person, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, only unfathomable depth and tranquility.

What do you need?

After a long silence, the burly man broke the staring contest, frowning as he looked at Adir and spoke.

After being carefully dressed up, Adir looked like a gentle middle-aged man, but the warrior's aura from past battles still made some people instinctively wary.

"Lone Wolf Ekdor, I've heard you're the best stealth stalker in all of Tam City, and the most well-informed person in the area."

Looking at the burly man before him, Adir didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I have some things I'd like to ask you..."

"Who recommended you to come?"

Setting down the roasted meat, Ekdor straightened his back, his right hand seemingly casually swinging to the right, secretly approaching the weapon placed under the wooden table.

As an experienced stealth fighter, he was extremely vigilant. If his location was exposed and things went slightly wrong, he would immediately draw his sword and leave.

"Philip recommended me to come. He said you could let me know what I want to know."

Adir spoke softly, uttering a name without changing his expression.

He wasn't lying; he had indeed come to this place on Phil's recommendation. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly have found it on his own, having only been in Tam City for less than three months.

"Very good, you weren't lying."

Upon hearing Adir's words, Ekdor breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his previously tense face: "So, what do you want to know?"

"Does one possess the ability to sense whether others are lying?"

Adir frowned, looking at the burly man before him, and then asked, "How much do you know about Shim's death?"

"Sim, the original heir of the Bakuru family?"

Ekdor asked instinctively, then looked at Adir in front of him, as if he suddenly realized something.

However, although he realized something, he did not expose it. He just lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking and hesitating.

"This matter is rather complicated upon closer examination, and I'm not entirely clear on some of the specifics."

He spoke frankly, and then continued to speak, slowly recounting what he knew.

"Sim Bakuru, on the surface he is just a down-on-his-luck nobleman who wandered from the southern Carlo region, but in reality he is a vampire who has just completed his transformation."

"His death was related to his vampire bloodline, that is, to the person who gave him that bloodline..."

"Who?" Adir frowned and continued to ask.

"Bloodstained Sir Cletu." Ector reached out and downed the drink in his glass in one gulp. He then sighed softly before speaking, "He's a terrifying and mysterious man. I don't know much about him, so I can't offer you much further assistance."

"That's enough." Adir nodded, then stood up from in front of Ekdor, saying, "I know your rules. A thousand gold coins are ready and will be delivered soon..."

"Let's change the conditions."

After giving Adir a deep look, Ekdor put down his glass and said absentmindedly, "I'm not short of money lately. In fact, if you hadn't been recommended by Phil, I wouldn't have told you any information."

"What do you want?" Adir asked in return.

Having come this far, he had asked all the questions he wanted to know. At this point, it wouldn't matter if he left directly.

However, doing so would be too unseemly and could easily offend people.

Moreover, as a lawful wizard, Adir tends to abide by the rules whenever possible.

Before him, under Adir's gaze, after a moment of silence, Ekdor slowly spoke and stated his conditions.

"I'm not short of money lately, but I'm in a bit of trouble... So, I hope you can help me this time. In addition to the information this time, I'll give you another two thousand gold coins."

"Don't worry, it won't be too difficult for you, and there won't be any problems for you."

Adir paused slightly as he turned to leave. After a moment, the voice continued.

"Only once."

(End of this chapter)