Chapter 719 - Magician Old Blindie (2) (2/2)

Link was satisfied that this man knew his place. “I want to know about Old Blindie.”

“Old Blindie? Why?” The Magician’s voice was a bit strange.

Link immediately pressed the ax in. There was a sharp scritch, and the Magician’s collar was ripped. The blade pressed against his skin. “I ask, you answer. My patience is limited.”

The Magician shuddered involuntarily. He knew that he’d run into someone truly dangerous. He could die today from a slight mishap. Not daring to think of anything else, he could only try to cooperate. “If Old Blindie is in the Black Lane, he’ll definitely be in the Bloody Tavern.”

“Is he in the Black Lane now?” Link stared at the Magician’s eyes while asking. He also felt for the other’s soul. He could immediately tell if the man lied. Nowadays, no secrets in Firuman could escape from him!

“You’re lucky. He’s there today.” The Magician didn’t dare look Link in the eye. He had to avert his gaze a few seconds later. It wasn’t that he felt guilty. He couldn’t resist Link’s pressure.

Link pried the Magician’s head back, forcing him to stare at himself. “How is Old Blindie usually?”

“He… he’s mysterious. No one knows where he is exactly. He’s strong too. He once showed a Level-7 spell. He… he’s low-key and never causes trouble. When he’s in the Bloody Tavern, he drinks alone in the corner and rarely talks to anyone.” The Magician’s voice trembled in fear.

“Last question. Why is he called Old Blindie?”

“He’s blind. He’s missing two eyes. He put two white crystal balls in his eye sockets, and he looks scary. This is all I know. Really, nothing more.”

“Patience. I need to know where the Bloody Tavern is.”

“Go down this road to the end. You’ll see a door with a black torch. That’s the entrance.” The Magician’s voice was hurried and quivered. He clearly thought that Link was ready to silence him with death.

Link chuckled, making the Magician shudder. He instinctively tried to attack. His wand already lit up.

“Okay, I believe you. Go now.” Link waved casually, extinguishing the magic forming on the wand. He grabbed the Magician and tossed him back while he flew forward, disappearing in the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Plop. The Magician landed safely on the ground. When he looked up, the Beastman Warrior was gone. What had happened seemed like a fantasy, but when he touched his throat, he could still feel the ax’s coldness. His collar was also ripped. It proved that it had actually happened.

This Warrior is so strong. Old Blindie’s rival is probably looking for him. I can’t stay in Black Lane anymore. I gotta go!

He turned and started for the exit without stopping.

On the other hand, Link sped up. Three minutes later, he reached the end of the street. There was indeed a door there. A torch with black flames hung from it, illuminating blood-red words, Bloody Night of Joy.

Loud noises came from the door—screams and strange music. This must be the Bloody Tavern. Link walked up and opened the door lightly.

He was immediately hit by a bloody smell, making him dizzy. Focusing, he saw redness everywhere. His battle experience told him that the wine here was all blood. The ecstatically partying men and women were all involved in dark magic. About one-third had blood-sucking demon lineage.

He also saw Old Blindie in the corner. Just as the Magician had said, he sat quietly and drank a cup of fresh blood. When Link appeared, he immediately turned and went blank.

When Link saw him, his brows also furrowed. He knew this Magician!