Volume 3 Journey Chapter 39 Pursuit and Slaughter

  I looked at Sulina, whose smile was as bright as a flower, shook my head and slowly stood up: "Sorry, Miss Sulina... or should I call you Princess? Although I sympathize with your situation, I'm just an ordinary mercenary. I want to live a peaceful life, the struggle in the royal court is not suitable for me. I'd rather face people with swords than engage in intrigue and politics with those old foxes, it's really not something I can handle."

  Upon hearing my words, Sulina lifted her head and gazed at me with eyes filled with disappointment: "You're not a mercenary? I'm willing to pay you, name your price, as long as it's within reason, I'll do my best."

  I smiled and said, "Many times mercenaries will not accept tasks that exceed their own capabilities. A person values self-awareness, I know my strengths and weaknesses, the task you gave me is really something I cannot complete, please forgive me."

  Sulina still said stubbornly: "I'm not asking you to pretend forever, just get through this crisis and I'll find an excuse to send you away. You won't lose anything. Do you want to reconsider?"

  "No, Your Highness, I'd rather live a carefree life. Constantly calculating and fighting with others isn't really my thing. Thank you for your hospitality, we're even now." With that said, I walked towards the door.

  "Mr. Alick, if you change your mind, please go to the port and find a ship called Breaker, I'll be boarding soon, before tomorrow afternoon, I hope to see you change your mind." Sullina's voice sounded behind me. I shook my head and walked out of the yard, the princess is beautiful, but for me to live that kind of life, not even one day would I be willing.

  It's already late at night, the long street is very quiet, and the bustling street during the day now doesn't even have a single shadow. The entire street only has a few street lamps emitting a dim white light, stretching my shadow out extremely long. It's really strange, even on a night like this, in the streets of a port city, there should be some people who can't sleep, so why isn't there a single person on the street?

  I couldn't help but look around, both ends were pitch black and couldn't see the end. Indeed it was already deep in the night, perhaps everyone had fallen asleep today, I was a bit too sensitive. I smiled self-deprecatingly and continued walking towards my accommodation.

  I faintly heard a few low murmurs, as if the monsters in the forest were growling. I suddenly felt a chill on my back, I stopped and turned around abruptly, but there was nothing, empty and desolate, the lanterns under the eaves of the houses by the street swayed slowly in the wind, as if mocking my cowardice.

  I turned my head, and from the darkness ahead came the sound of footsteps, "thud, thud", very slow, getting closer and closer. I stared intently at the dark place in front of me. It was as if it happened in an instant, yet also seemed to take a long time, that a figure slowly emerged from the darkness, one step, another step, gradually coming into the light ahead.

  I finally saw clearly, a zombie that I didn't know which tomb it crawled out from was walking towards me alone, swaying back and forth, the low murmuring sound was the low growl coming from this zombie's throat.

  The zombie lifted its rotten head, with a faint red glow flickering in its eyes. It saw me and suddenly raised its sharp claws, accelerating its pace towards me.

  A fireball flew out of my hand, the scorching light was particularly dazzling in this darkness. The fireball hit the zombie's chest with a loud "boom", and the scorching flames stuck to the zombie, burning it up. The flames engulfed the zombie instantly, but it still charged towards me, unaware and unresponsive, carrying the burning flames all the way.

  I stood still, not moving, just watching the zombie approach me non-stop. Just as the zombie was about to successfully touch me, the flames finally burned down its supporting body, and it twisted on the ground in agony, crawling forward until the flames completely turned it into ashes.

  "Come out, your toy has been burned by me." I said to the darkness in front of me.

  "Hahahaha, I never thought it would be a wizard who killed my student. It seems that today, I'll have to kill a wizard!" A hunchbacked old man with a face as wrinkled as an orange peel emerged from the darkness, his two eyes revealing a pale deathly glow, almost invisible black pupils, but I could feel him staring at me. He wore tattered robes on his skeletal body, two dry and withered arms exposed outside, holding a dark wooden staff in each hand, with a string of green beads hanging from his right arm.

  "The magician who killed my student should still have some skills, but you've been marked with his soul seal, and I can find you wherever you go. Tell me, what's your name?" The old man's hoarse voice sounded particularly terrifying in the pitch-black night.

  "Tell me who you are first. Are you that undead mage's teacher?" I didn't answer him directly, but instead asked back.

  "I am Shude, the great necromancer. You have killed my student, who was just accepted not long ago and had great talent, but was a bit arrogant. What a pity! Now, people willing to learn necromancy are becoming increasingly rare, many fear dealing with death, but they don't know that only death can make one understand the truth of life. You have killed my student, I must avenge him, not just me, any necromancer who senses the soul mark on you will hunt you down. Now, you may tell me your name."

  A powerful undead mage! I couldn't help but let out a wry smile, I'm really lucky, even Professor Ankhara only barely had the upper hand when he faced the last undead mage, with my level of skill, it's clear I wouldn't be his match.

  I hesitated for a moment, then proudly said to Xiū Dé: "That's right, it was indeed me who killed your student. Not just him, his older brother is also your student, isn't he? He too died at my hands. These two useless people truly wasted your efforts in cultivating them. Are you collecting such trash? Or are you yourself not skilled enough, with the title of Great Mage being a vain name?"

  My words made Schuder freeze instantly, and he muttered to himself: "Klara was also killed by you? Impossible, this is impossible, Klara was already a high-level undead mage, your level is at most that of an intermediate mage, how could Klara possibly die at your hands? This must be a conspiracy, yes, it must be that you used some kind of sinister plot! I'll make you pay for this, I'll make your soul never rest in peace!"

  It's now, I took advantage of Xiude's self-talking and launched three Wind Blade Techniques at him. A giant rock man was summoned by me at the same time, trampling heavily towards Xiude with a loud roar, while I turned my back on Xiude without even looking at him and sprinted rapidly in the direction I came from...