fynovel Chapter 15 Magical Tools
Chapter 15 Magical Tools
Upon hearing Clara's question, Kurt instinctively followed his gaze—the corner was empty.
The humiliation of being mocked instantly ignited Kurt's anger. He turned around abruptly, his face so dark it could drip water.
Before he could retaliate, Clara's icy voice rang out again, her gaze passing over him and piercing into the deeper darkness:
"Senior Belon, do you want this idiot to test my abilities for you first?"
The word "idiot" stung Kurt's face like a poisoned needle, causing his facial muscles to twitch. But what chilled him even more was the name Clara had pointed out!
"Peron?! He... how could he be... so quickly..."
"Slap, slap, slap."
A sharp clapping sound rang out abruptly, accompanied by a low laugh. The shadows in the corner twisted and condensed like thick ink, and Belon's figure slowly stepped out from them, a mocking smile on his face like a cat catching a mouse.
"Wonderful."
Belon's gaze swept greedily over Clara's bracelet, finally settling on his face.
"Although that piece of trash Kurt only managed to get one thing out of you... the fact that you were able to spot me means that the treasure you have is even more tempting than I imagined."
The surprise and naked greed in his eyes were no longer concealed.
"I knew you had ill intentions."
Klar spoke in a flat tone, even with a hint of boredom, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over the blushing Ke.
"I just didn't expect that a fly would be even more impatient than you."
This blatant contempt made Kurt almost grind his teeth to dust.
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and he knew perfectly well that he could no longer keep it all for himself.
Forcibly suppressing his surging anger and sense of shame, he resorted to his last resort, his voice hoarse with a threat:
"Peron! Hand this man over to me. His things are for Boss Hick! You might not give me face, but you should at least give Boss Hick some face!"
Perón's lips curled into an exaggerated, mocking smile.
"Hick?"
He scoffed, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"He's just a mere second-level apprentice. If I'm in a good mood, I'll give him face; if I'm in a bad mood..."
His gaze suddenly turned cold, like an icicle. "His face is nothing!"
"you!"
Kurt's pupils contracted sharply, and the resentment in his eyes almost materialized and burst forth!
He originally thought that by bringing up Hick, he could at least get a share of the pie, but he never expected that Veron would be so unscrupulous, not even taking Hick behind him seriously!
"Peron! You...you'll regret this!"
Kurt's voice trembled, filled with resentment and anger. He glared at Klar as if trying to etch his image into his very bones.
He turned abruptly, about to leave this suffocating place of right and wrong.
"I said..." Beron's icy voice, like a death knell, echoed eerily the moment Kurt turned around, "Did I say you could leave?"
Before he finished speaking, a chilling, bone-deep magical energy, carrying a strong aura of death, suddenly erupted!
Level 0 sorcery - Bone Spear!
A pale, sharp spear made of bony spikes tore through the air, arriving in an instant with a mournful shriek!
Kurt was caught completely off guard and had no time to react!
He felt a chill on his back as a tremendous force slammed into him, accompanied by the terrifying cracking sound of bones shattering!
"puff--!"
Kurt's body was slammed against the cold stone wall by the enormous impact!
The pale white bone spear pierced his shoulder blade with precision, pinning him to the wall like a specimen awaiting slaughter!
Blood gushed from the wounds and mouth like a fountain, instantly staining the walls and ground beneath him red.
If it weren't for the "spiritual robe" instinctively twisting some of its power at the last moment, deflecting his vital heart, this spear would have been enough to pierce him completely!
The excruciating pain and suffocation overwhelmed Kurt.
He turned his head with difficulty, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Belon, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints with extreme fear and disbelief.
Hick is about to become a third-level apprentice, and he is also the disciple of the tower master of this wizard tower, a second-level wizard. As Hick's person, how dare this Belon lay a hand on me?
How dare he?!
At this moment, Kurt was unaware that, back at the Wizard's Tower, Belon was consumed by greed for what was on Klar's body.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have arranged for Krall to be in such a remote location.
He was completely unaware of the changes in the Wizard Tower. In his eyes, Hick was still a second-level apprentice and an assistant to Mentor Perot, who was still a first-level wizard.
So what if I killed Kurt and offended Hick? What difference does it make?
As long as I get what Klar has, it's all worth it!
If Kurt knew that Perón knew nothing at the moment, he would probably be furious.
"The annoying flies are gone, Clara. Are you going to hand over the stuff obediently, or will I do it myself?"
Ignoring Kurt, who was nailed to the wall and bleeding profusely, Belon revealed a cruel smile and turned his gaze to Clara.
Perón's words carried a naked threat, like cold iron chains wrapped around the small room.
His eyes, filled with greed and cruelty, were fixed on Klar, and the pressure of a third-level apprentice poured out without reservation, making the air seem thick and heavy.
Despite the overwhelming pressure and death threat from Belon that could drive an ordinary apprentice to the brink of madness, Clara showed not a trace of panic on his face, only a chilling calm.
"Is it for you?"
Clara's voice remained calm, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool, creating invisible ripples. He slowly raised his right hand—the hand adorned with an antique ring.
Peron's pupils suddenly contracted!
His attention instantly shifted from the bracelet to the ring he had been eyeing.
But in that instant, an indescribable sense of crisis, like a cold, venomous snake, crept up his spine.
The ring remained inconspicuous in the dim light, but the very act of Clara deliberately displaying it was a dangerous signal.
"Senior Peron," Clara's voice carried a strange rhythm, "since you're interested in the witchcraft items I possess, you can have them!"
The moment the words left his mouth!
Klara's right index finger, on which she wore a ring, flickered very slightly, and then a cylindrical crystal appeared in her hand. She pointed it toward Belon.
There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, and no dazzling light and shadow effects.
Only an invisible, eerie force, moving at a speed beyond comprehension, instantly pierced through the invisible mental defenses on Belon's body, ignoring the distance in space, and directly acted upon him!
"Well--!"
The cruel smile on Belon's face froze instantly, then twisted into extreme pain and horror!
He felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand made of ice!
A chilling and weak feeling, originating from the very source of life, spread wildly!
Level 0 sorcery - Life Drain?
No! This feeling... is far more sinister than that! It's like... like some kind of curse! A curse that directly affects one's life force!
"What...what the hell is this?!"
For the first time, Belon's voice carried an uncontrollable rage and a hint of...fear!
His proud Level 3 Apprentice Defense was rendered useless in the face of this bizarre attack!