Weird Wizarding World

  Chapter 387 Fortunately too early

  I thought that this investigation would end in dismay, but I didn't expect to learn unexpected information from O'Neill.

   "Tell me more details." Colin asked in a deep voice, suppressing the surprise in his heart.

  O’Neill was silent for a moment, and said: “It’s hard to describe simply, why don’t I take you there to see those plants are actually very common in the cave.”

   "Yes." Colin nodded, leading him to levitate up, and said lightly: "Guide the way."

   "Okay, my lord." O'Neill breathed out lightly.

  This secret has actually been buried in his heart for a long time, but he has never told anyone about it.

   However, this is not selfishness, but other concerns.

  Five minutes later, the two of Colin found the first plant in a burrow leading to node five.

  The plant grows very strangely, the color is taupe, with some looming and disgusting fleshy pink, the shape is like a lantern from the previous life, and a huge deformed gray knot hangs from the slender rhizome.

   "I usually call it the Meatball Grass." O'Neill stared at the strange shape in front of him, with hatred and longing in his eyes.

  He no longer hesitated, took a deep breath, looked at Colin and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Colin, there is one more important point that I need to explain to you."

  Colin stopped checking the plants, raised his head in doubt.

  Under the silver-gray visor, O'Neill's eyes showed a little struggle again, but finally turned into firmness.

  He silently reached out and took off the helmet, revealing a youthful but resolute face, then took off the silver arm armor, and rolled the sleeve of his left hand up to his shoulder.

   "This is..." Colin raised his brows slightly, his eyes slightly solemn.

O'Neill's bare arms stretched from the second brachius to the brachial third and extended to the chest. It was actually a deep black-purple color. What made people frown even more was that the black-purple area also showed a kind of heavy blackness. Burn marks.

   It's just different from the disorder of the burn scars. The marks on O'Neill's body are more regular, and it looks like a layer of... strange skin has suddenly grown?

   "This is a side effect of taking something like Meatball Grass." O'Neill put down his sleeves, his face was pale, but his eyes were still clear, and he continued:

   "Apart from these innocuous traces, I often feel a strange bloodthirsty, which can only be relieved a little by going to the crypt and killing to my heart's content."

  The more O'Neill spoke, the more relaxed he felt, as if he had lifted a heavy burden, and his pale complexion gradually recovered.

  He has long wanted to find someone to talk about these things, but he has not been able to find a suitable person, and he has various worries.

   But now, Colin, a powerful, strange, and capable wizard, is naturally his best confidant.

  O'Neill turned his head and looked at the dark crypt passage in front of him. The empty blackness seemed to swallow him up, making him go back to many years ago, and began to talk to Colin.

  “Before I was ten years old, I lived in an ordinary farmer’s family. They treated me very well. The most common thing I did was to race with my friends in the wheat field.

  And—exploring the Catacombs. "

  Colin listened calmly, giving the young knight in front of him the utmost patience.

  "The catacombs are very dangerous, but because there are too many wizards who come to take risks, the shallow layers of many caves are actually not that dangerous."

   "This made us relax our vigilance, and felt that the danger the adults said was nothing more than that." O'Neill rubbed his left shoulder and smiled bitterly.

  “It’s like the saying in the scriptures—‘This is how bad luck often comes when people let down their vigilance.’

  When I was just ten years old, during a daily expedition, I was deliberately teased by my companions, and I accidentally went deep into the cave and lost my way. "

  Colin raised his eyebrows slightly. There are indeed no underground creatures in the shallow burrows, and the danger is not great, but a ten-year-old child lost his way... and survived, which is enough to be called lucky.

"I survived by eating burrow plants like succulents, and walked out after ten days, and alarmed my father's brother, my uncle, who also fostered me at the farmer's house. "

   "Originally, an illegitimate child like me who did not inherit the blood of the Wood family was not eligible to return to the family."

  "But this time I walked out of the burrow by accident, which made my uncle think that I had some kind of luck or talent, so he made me return to the Wood family by accident, and received the same education as the younger generation of the Wood family.

   And then, in just six years, I became a great knight. "

   "However, behind such a fast advancement speed, there is misfortune buried."

  O'Neill couldn't help but sigh, and finally said:

   "When I was practicing the giant mountain breathing method, I noticed that the inexplicable energy left in my body from eating the meat ball grass in the past can assist in my cultivation.

  So in order to improve the knight cultivation as soon as possible, I went to the crypt to eat more crypt plants..."

   "Finally, on a certain day, purple-black traces suddenly appeared from the heart, and at the same time, for the first time, my mind was filled with the desire to kill for no reason..."

   Speaking out all the past accumulated in his heart in one breath, O'Neill felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

  In countless days and nights in the past, he would wake up in a similar nightmare.

  —In a night full of flames, because I couldn't restrain the bloodthirsty impulse brought by the plants in the crypt, I killed wantonly like a madman, and was eventually killed by everyone.

   Or the weird scars on his body covered and swallowed himself like a tide, falling into a deep suffocation.

  The fear of the unknown and of death has long shrouded his head like an extremely thick cloud of lead.

  But now it's time to be relieved, O'Neill's silent face showed relief, watching Colin continue to ask:

   "Your Excellency can pronounce judgment on me."

   This time it was Colin's turn to be a little confused. Looking at the excellent research subject in front of him, he asked in confusion:

   "Why should I judge you, have you committed any unforgivable sins?"

   "But my lord, there is always a bloodthirsty desire in my heart! Although I haven't eaten any crypt plants for almost a year and a half, so that my strength has declined, this impulse has not only not dissipated, but has become stronger...

  I’m afraid that if I continue like this, one day I will betray the knight’s principles and become a monster, why not take advantage of it now, before I do something unforgivable…”

   "That's for later." Colin interrupted O'Neill's chatter and pressed his brows.

  Looking at O'Neill's immature face, he finally understood what was going on.

  —O'Neill, just an ordinary teenager about to be overwhelmed by fear.

   "I'm not going to do anything to you for something that hasn't happened yet, and I'm not interested in judging anything."

   Colin added, no mocking nor consolation.

  He just paused, looked at O'Neill and continued: "However, I may need you to cooperate with me to do some research later... Well, as a reward, I can promise you a reasonable request."

   "This is a request that cannot be refused, so now you can think about what you need me to do for you."

   After saying this, Colin turned around to collect the meat ball grass and put it away carefully.

  These plants and O'Neills represent the future of the knight's road!

  The only pity is that there is only O'Neills as the research material... go to the Wood family to catch some more?

  Colin shook his head, of course he wouldn't do this, and then he should find some death row prisoners and let them practice the giant mountain breathing method.

   It's just that the time period may be a bit long. After all, O'Neill has the support of crypt plants, and it took six years to advance to the Great Knight.

  O'Neill stood still in a daze.

  Colin's flat attitude was so different from the scene he expected that he couldn't react for a while.

   Thinking of the desire to kill that tortured him every so often, and thinking of the purple-black "demon" spreading from his heart, O'Neill was in a daze.

   It seems... In the eyes of the wizard, all this is not as serious as he imagined?

  This immature boy who grew up in a farmer's family and gave all his youth to knight training, inexplicably felt some brisk emotions in his heart.

   "I will cooperate with your research." He said loudly, as if he had confidence.

   Research sounds scary, but it's better than endless fear and worry.

   "So, have you figured out what you want me to do for you?" Colin asked again.

  O'Neill froze for a moment, he thought carefully about whether he had any wishes.

  But his biological parents are dead, and his adoptive parents, who are farmers, also moved away from Into City after receiving the property from the Wood family. Although the Wood family is big, he has no friends...

   Thoughts turned and turned, O'Neill was still a little dazed.

   "It's okay, this promise is always valid, you can think about it more." Colin comforted.

   But at this moment, O'Neill suddenly thought of it, and he said.

  The voice echoed softly in the deep cave.

  …

  The next day, the sky was twilight.

  The Wood family exploded.

   "O'Neill was taken in by the wizard and accepted as a servant!?"

   "It's only temporary, maybe I will come back in the future. Besides, it's just a slave, what's the matter..."

   "That's an official wizard. Except for the crypt, there's not even one in Into City!"

   "..."

  People's discussions were like boiling water, it was extremely noisy.

   "Quiet." Commons, who was sitting on the bench, shouted, turned his head to look at Commons and asked slowly:

   "O'Neill, is this true?"

  O'Neill nodded silently.

  He felt the gazes around him, and he didn't know how to describe his inner emotions.

   There is a touch of vanity, and the joy of being envied by others, especially when seeing the ashen complexion of Alcott, who is carrying a spear at the moment... But more, there are still mixed feelings.

  O’Neill knew in his heart that he was not really accepted by Colin as a servant, but as a research material…

  Thinking of this, he silently thanked Colin again in his heart. In fact, he didn't ask for such an excuse, but Colin thoughtfully proposed and gave him such a decent way to leave

   "That's good news, kid."

  After receiving confirmation from O'Neill, Commons smiled on his wrinkled face and nodded in relief.

  Complicated moods made O'Neill slightly startled when faced with the kind expression of Commons that had never been shown to him before continuing to speak the last words.

   "Elder Commons, in addition to reporting this matter to you today, there is actually one more request."

   "Say it." Commons spoke softly.

   "I want Alcott to give up Martina." O'Neill said in a deep voice.

  The smile on Commons' face froze, and a slight panic flashed in his eyes.

   "Good boy, Martina is just an ordinary young maid, if you want, I'll find some more beautiful ones for you, okay?"

  O'Neill shook his head, glanced at Alcott next to him, and suddenly frowned slightly.

  The expression on Alcott's face at this moment is not the anger he imagined. Although his face is ugly, but when he observes carefully, he seems to be able to see a little panic from his eyes?

  O'Neill didn't think much, just continued to say in a deep voice:

   "Alcott is dissolute, and none of the maids he has a crush on can survive two months! Martina is only thirteen this year, and her mother Daisy, the maid, just passed away last month..."

  Commance's face became even uglier, and he tried hard to squeeze out a smile:

   "I know what you said, O'Neill, but after all, that's just a maid with a lowly blood flowing through her..."

  O'Neill raised his eyebrows when he heard the words "low blood."

  Commance quickly changed his words: "I mean, after all, Martina is the girl Alcott likes. I can't disregard Alcott's feelings and break them up like this..."

  O'Neill was about to continue persuading, but heard a voice from behind.

   "Accept his request." Colin emerged from the air, looked at Commons and said calmly.

  He didn't want to show up again.

   But rescuing the girl was the only request O'Neill made to him yesterday.

  I thought O'Neill could solve the matter by relying on his name as a servant, but Commons in front of him... seemed a little confused and unclear.

  ‘Or in other words—Commance and Alcott in front of you, what secrets are still hidden...’

  Colin looked around calmly.

  Commance was obviously taken aback by his appearance, shook his body, and quickly stood up from the bench.

   It seemed normal, but Colin inexplicably saw some guilty conscience from it.

  Alcott on the side is the same, this proud knight is hanging his head tightly at this moment.

   "Huh?" Colin continued to look at Commons and asked.

   "Ke...Master Colin." Commons stammered a little, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, forced a smile and sighed:

   "It's not that I don't want to agree to O'Neill, it's just because Martina...is dead."

   "Already dead?" O'Neill froze.

  Colin was also a little stunned, and suddenly understood the previous panic of Commons and others.

   "Yes." Commons sighed regretfully.

   "When you competed with Alcott, he promised you that if you lost, you would give up Martina, and you promised him that if you lost, you would give him the spear that Lord Colin gave you..."

   "That's because Alcott is willing to compete with me only if I take out the spear!" O'Neill glanced at Colin and quickly explained.

  He didn't want Colin to think he was being careless with the spear.

  Commons paused, and continued: "Anyway, you lost that contest, and then Alcott..."

   "According to the date, wouldn't Alcott marry Martina in a week?" O'Neill frowned.

   "Anyway, Martina died last night."

  Commance sighed and said nothing more.

   "You bastard!!" O'Neill yelled angrily, clenched his fists, and turned angrily at Alcott!

  The latter tensed his body subconsciously, but then gave up his defense and let O'Neill's fist fall.

  Commance watched this scene and sighed, but a trace of happiness flashed in his cloudy eyes.

   Fortunately, I fooled the past...

  However, at this time.

   "Are you sure Martina died last night?"

  Colin asked with great interest.

   You know, he stayed in the Frost Shadow of the Wood family yesterday, but he didn't report anyone in the Wood family to die...

  (end of this chapter)