Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 341

Chapter 340: Snail Picker

Another wave of seawater smashed down on him, and the boy who fell was pushed into the water, struggling and twitching.

The sea level there was just above his knees, but he couldn’t stand up.

The people around him heard the boy’s struggle, stopped again, stood up and looked in the direction of the boy, but no one reached out to save him.

Between the ups and downs, the boy’s face occasionally appeared above the water and called for help. But no one saved him, and the others didn’t even take off the black scarf on their faces.

They just looked in the direction where the boy’s voice came from, with numb sadness on their faces.

Thor, who was not covered with a black scarf, naturally saw what happened.

The rope around the boy’s waist had broken at some point. A transparent hand was pulling the rope from the direction of the deep sea.

Therefore, when the boy who fell wanted to climb to the shore along the rope, he was actually heading towards a more terrifying deep water area.

Thor’s face turned cold.

The transparent hand was not the pale arm like a dead person that he saw between the waves.

It was a 0-level witchcraft, the hand of a wizard.

A faint vibration of magic power came, and Thor searched for even weaker mental power fluctuations in it.

He turned his head to look in the direction where the mental power came from, and saw two wizard apprentices, a man and a woman, in the shadows under the cliff.

The man was tall and strong, with a blank expression; the woman leaned on the man’s chest like a little bird, turned her head, and looked at the boy struggling in the sea with a smile.

Just as the boy’s struggle became weaker and weaker, Thor suddenly moved his fingers.

The cold sea water that was addictive suddenly turned into two gentle palms, holding the boy’s back and lifting him up out of the water.

Until the boy stood up in a panic and a little confused, the hands turned into sea water again, slapping the boy’s thighs again and again.

Thor’s act of saving people naturally attracted the attention of the two apprentices.

The man still looked at him expressionlessly, and the woman rolled her eyes without disguising.

But they did not take any further action.

Obviously, the killing just now was just a whim, and they did not want to conflict with another strange wizard because of it.

The wizard’s hand in the sea water was also dispersed. The boy stood there and finally found that his rope was broken.

He licked his dry lips that could not be moistened by the sea water, and whispered: “My rope is broken.”

Because of choking on water, his throat was very dry, and he sounded like a ghost hidden in the dark.

After a while, someone finally responded to him, “This is the shore.”

The man did not lie to the boy. He was indeed stepping on the beach without sea water.

But the sea breeze and waves distorted his voice, making it difficult for the boy to tell where the speaker was standing.

He groped for two steps and almost slipped again.

Because of the struggle just now, he had come to a deeper place. If he accidentally fell, he might drown.

This is too dangerous!

The boy finally managed to stabilize his body again under the waves. But he had lost his position again.

Finally, he clenched his teeth, and blood began to flow from his tight lips.

He carefully straightened his head and then lifted a corner of the black scarf on his face.

He didn’t dare to look at the sky or the sea, he just wanted to quickly scan the surroundings to determine the direction of the beach.

However, as soon as he turned his sight 30 degrees, he saw the beach and a person covered in a gray cloak standing on the beach.

The person was standing near his companions who were picking snails with him, but his companions obviously didn’t notice his presence.

Judging from the other person’s dress and temperament, he must be a wizard.

The boy shrank his shoulders in fear, but he suddenly thought of the hands that suddenly supported him just now.

The hands were so warm, compared to the cold sea water, like a stove in winter.

The boy bowed deeply in the direction of Thor. When he bent down, his face was wet again by the splashing waves.

“He’s quite smart.” Looking at the boy who bowed to him and almost buried his head in the sea, Thor smiled.

“Xiao Zao, pull him over.”

Xiao Zao received the order, flew over suddenly, rolled up the boy’s waist, and directly lifted him up, jumped out of the sea, and flew in the direction of Thor.

When the boy was wrapped by the algae, he struggled for a while, but soon calmed down and was carried to Thor obediently.

“Master Wizard.” The boy knelt down directly on the ground with the force of falling, and rested his forehead on the cold sand.

“Get up, I have a few questions to ask you.”

The boy hesitated. He had met wizards before, but they always asked him to kneel down to answer.

Or rather, they didn’t care what posture he was in.

But thinking of Thor’s action of saving him just now, he chose to get up.

“What are you picking up?”

“To answer your question, we are picking up black conch.”

There are black conchs here?

Black conchs are also a kind of witchcraft material, but they are not precious in the wizard world and are not very useful.

Despite this, because it is related to wizards, it has become a rare delicacy in the eyes of ordinary people.

The wizard tower also makes this dish, but Thor is not used to seafood and rarely orders it.

The most delicious part of black conch is an internal organ in the conch, but eating too much will cause hallucinations.

Some wealthy people also use it as a hallucinogenic drug, and use it to harm others, and occasionally themselves.

Since there are black conches here, Thor understands why some people risk their lives to go to the sea.

“Do you know how often the soul tide occurs here?”

Although he has asked these questions to the wealthy businessman Pound once.

But the perspective of the wealthy businessman and those who risk their lives to go to the sea must be different.

Hearing the term “soul tide”, the boy’s body with his back to the sea trembled again.

“My Lord, it has happened this year… almost ten times. It happened twice last month alone.”

Has it become twice a month? Isn’t it too frequent?

“Have you seen the soul tide? How harmful is it? I mean… does someone die every time it happens?”

“My Lord,” the boy pursed his dry lips, “someone dies every time… my father was involved last month.”

Thor paused.

Just picking someone randomly, he actually asked the person involved.

According to the wealthy businessman Pang De, the frequency of soul tides was low in the past few years, only once or twice a year. Before entering the port, ships would receive signals from the shore, stay overnight, and enter the port normally the next day.

However, the frequency of tidal events has increased in recent years, and no ships dare to dock here.

Pang De complained more about the lack of port support in Blue Water Bay, and the economy is not as good as before, but the soul tides have not caused many casualties.

In the boy’s words, these fishermen who originally lived on the sea had to return to the sea to feed themselves after the depression of Blue Water Bay.

But even such a dangerous job as picking black conchs can only be joined under certain conditions.

The boy’s father was a snail picker before he died, so the boy had the opportunity to inherit this job.

After listening to the boy’s story, the sky became darker. The wind

began to blow on the sea.

The people who were picking conchs in the shallows quickly returned to the shore one by one, pulling the rope.

They walked all the way to the dry land, and then they pulled off the black scarves that covered their eyes.

They realized that the boy had returned to the shore and was still talking to a mysterious man.

These snail pickers dared not approach or leave, and could only turn their backs to the sea, shivering in the cold wind.

“…Okay, go back, I’m fine.”

Thor had already learned from the boy the frequency of the soul tide, and did not let him stay.

But the boy looked at the people behind him, turned his head again, and mustered up the courage of his life.

“Sir, please tell me, I have two sisters and three brothers. Can you see if they can become your apprentices?”

(End of this chapter)