The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 58: Chapter 57: The Road to Death (Asking for Chase Reading)

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Within the Purple Thorns Inn apartments in Black River City.

Milton Cheney sits cross-legged on the bed with his eyes tightly closed.

Despite the calmness outside, Miltons spiritual sea is anything but calm at the moment.

This is too hard!

The next moment, Milton opens his eyes, inwardly sighing.

He was just attempting to inscribe the Spiritual Eye magic within his Spiritual

Sea.

You cant call it a failure, nor a success. If push comes to shove, Milton has already succeeded by a forty-ninth at this time.

To inscribe magic in the Spiritual Sea, you need to inscribe corresponding mysterious symbols according to the magic inscription method, finally forming a magic structure.

Generally, it may only take a few mysterious symbols to inscribe simpler magic.

But the Spiritual Eye magic requires the inscription of forty-nine different mysterious symbols within the Spiritual Sea, finally forming a stable Spiritual Eye magic structure.

The difficulty is undeniable.

Although Milton has succeeded in inscribing a mysterious symbol in the Spiritual Sea, the difficulty increases as the process continues.

Discovering that the second inscription was more difficult than the first one.

Just as Milton was about to push forward and continue inscribing, someone knocked on the apartment door.

So Milton got up and opened the door to the apartment.

Standing at the door was a thin, dark-skinned lad, looking somewhat anxious.

Arthur, what are you doing here?

The thin lad turned out to be the very Arthur who had shown him around when he first came to Black River City, and they had gotten along quite well over the past few days.

Seeing that Milton had opened the door, Arthur seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but still spoke anxiously:

Sir, leave Black River City as soon as possible. Ive received news that the town guards are planning to move against you.bender

At these words, Milton kept a calm face and replied, Dont rush, take your time.

Seeing that Milton remained completely placid, Arthur was somewhat taken aback, but he slowly calmed down.

Sir, we guides all belong to small groups. I accidentally heard from chatting with a friend today that it seems the town guard has targeted you.

This sort of situation is common in Black River City. The town guards often target some people who come to the city, then these people will mysteriously vanish.

Arthur spoke quickly, his voice filled with irrepressible disgust and fear when he mentioned the town guard.

Hearing this, Milton furrowed his brows slightly.

He didnt think he had any dealings with the town guard.

Was it because he had crushed the wrist of a guard when entering the city that he had been targeted?

This dominance simply went too far!

Are you saying this happens often and nobody does anything? Just letting the town guards kill residents at whim? If this continues, who would come to Black River City.

Hearing Miltons words, Arthurs face turned somewhat helpless.

Who would dare? The town guards are the biggest bullies in Black River City, and the city lord is the head of the bullies.

Over the years, hundreds of outsiders have died in Black River City, those who directly conflicted with the town guard never leave Black River City.

Arthurs words fully demonstrated the town guards dominating influence in Black River City.

This wasnt simply a case of being bullies, it was more accurate to describe them as despots.

But Milton thought this was absurd.

If this situation persists, wouldnt they fear that someday they would cross lines they shouldnt cross?

In Miltons view, their reckless behaviour was steered down a deadly path.

If the town guards are so powerful, why did you risk telling me this? Shouldnt the safest approach for you be to distance yourself from me? After all, weve only known each other a few days.

Milton shifted his gaze, looking directly at Arthur. He was direct in his speeches, waiting to see how Arthur would respond.

Arthur was well aware of how strong the town guards are.

But even in these circumstances, he risked warning him. Milton didnt think his formidable aura had won Arthur over.

Hearing Miltons straightforward question, Arthur gave a wry smile:

I knew I couldnt hide it from you, Sir. I want to leave Black River City, I want to go to Serpent Head City!

Arthur sounded resolute.

When he realized from a friend that the Town Guard planned to act against Milton Cheney, he knew this might be his opportunity.

Perhaps the only one in his lifetime!

You want me to accompany you to Serpent Head City. Are you sure I wont be killed by the Town Guard, putting you in danger? I might even die under their swords for that matter.

Milton Cheney looked at Arthur, a smile playing at his lips.

It had to be said, there were qualities in this thin, dark lad that Cheney hadnt found in many others.

Those guts alone were more than what an average person could muster.

Honestly, Im not certain. Im gambling that the Town Guard cant handle you!

Arthur responded decisively. He didnt hide what he thought from Cheney.

Cheney was quite possibly the most unique person Arthur had ever met. But, to be frank, he really couldnt be sure whether Cheney could survive the assault of the Town Guards.

Cheney was, in his eyes, just too young.

I can drop you off at Serpent Head City as it is on my way. But after that, you and I are strangers. I wont help you again. Mister, thats enough!

Arthur said, surprised and delighted.

Given what Cheney had just said, Arthur realized that he must be very confident.

He knew he had made the right bet and grabbed hold of this opportunity. As for whether Cheney was bluffing or trying to deceive him, Arthur no longer cared.

At this point, he was still gambling.

Except that now, this was the only road he could walk, and he had to follow it to the end.

So, tell me where the Town Guards who are targeting me are stationed in Black River City.

As Cheney finished speaking, Arthur lifted his head suddenly, surprise in his eyes.

That night, Black River City was enveloped in darkness.

Darkness and silence were the prevailing themes of the Black River City nights, at least in the eyes of ordinary people.

Black River City had one thing in common with Four Seasons City; a curfew. It wasnt permissible to be out at night.

Like a shadow, Cheney moved through the streets of Black River City.

Made it in so easily? Not even a guard in sight?

Upon stepping into one of the Town Guards posts in Black River City, Cheney took a quick survey of his surroundings.

No wonder, after all, this was the Town Guards territory. They wouldnt expect someone bold enough to venture here at night.

Cheneys ears twitched as a voice reached them.

Cheney subdued his footsteps, approaching what looked like a tent-like structure.

Theres an old saying, Better late than never!

The voices discussing him inside the tent startled Cheney. Even he had to marvel at the fortuitous timing of his arrival.

Hes just a young noble. So what if we kill him? His fancy clothes suggest hes carrying quite a few Gold Vouchers.

Sure, lets hope hes not as threateninz as vou think.

Might pose some threat. He does pack a punch, but hes a Quasi-Knight Level at best. Come, lets drink, its going to be a long night dealing with this lot.

As the dozen or so men inside the tent indulged in their drinks, the candle inside flickered.

A young man with an indifferent expression gently lifted the tent flap. All eyes instantly landed on Cheney.

The quicker amongst them immediately reached for their weapons.

One of them, however, looked as if hed seen a ghost. His pupils dilated suddenly.

Who the hell are you!

He.. he.. he..

A soft chuckle escaped Cheney.

Nice to see you again!

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