Chapter 177 - Chapter 177: 99. Two-Ring Wizard_3 (1/2)

Chapter 177: 99. Two-Ring Wizard_3

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[System Reminder:]

[After leveling up “Disguise as a Living Corpse,” it may negate this magic effect.]

“A handsome face, a young man from the Empire, with ice-blue eyes… Let me guess, you must be that unlucky bastard Noland Lee Jarvis?”

The spell-casting soldier stood before Noland Lee, examining his face closely with great interest:

“It seems that the curse we placed on you has brought you some extraordinary gains. Instead of dying in the Korabo Legion Fortress, you’ve mastered the power of magic and become a Wild Wizard. You just used the ‘Magic Shield’ spell earlier, didn’t you? Do you know any other magic?” The soldier laughed and snapped his fingers:

“Oh, sorry, I forgot, you can’t speak now.”

The pressure around his mouth eased, and Noland Lee’s lips were free to close again, but he chose to remain silent, staring at the other with indifferent eyes.

“Your composure makes me sick, Jarvis.” The soldier lifted his hand and gripped Noland Lee’s chin, his fingers pressing down on the man’s bones, trying to elicit pain from his face.

Unfortunately, Noland Lee did not show the fear and timidity the soldier expected. He remained composed, even daring to provoke him further:

“You’re a filthy maggot from the Death Herald Guild? No wonder your mouth reeks of piss and shit.”

“You’re fucking asking for death!”

The soldier glared at Noland Lee, and increased the force on his chin, squeezing harder and eliciting a creaking noise from his bones.

“Let me tell you, Noland Lee Jarvis, you might have some talent in the path of a wizard, and our Death Herald Guild needs people like you. But unfortunately, I don’t have taking vou back to the Death Herald Guild on mv schedule. So. do

me a favor and draw the attention of Division Intelligence Unit Two.”

The soldier released his right hand, snorted coldly, and casually threw out several Transparent Lightnings.

People hit by the Transparent Lightning walked mechanically, following the soldier deep into the tunnel.

Noland Lee’s mouth was sealed again by an invisible pressure and joined the zombie-like marching queue.

“Hehe, those from the Death Herald Guild really have a short fuse. Pig Cook, Pim, and this guy here, just a little provocation and they’re all pissed off. My trash-talking skills are pretty good, I must say.”

Although Noland Lee’s body was controlled, he was not panicked at all and even felt a little pleased.