Super Righteous Player
Chapter 117 - 115 The 2nd Victim_1

Chapter 117: Chapter 115 The 2nd Victim_1

"If we are to say that Eugene Melvin is an angel..."

Annan reminded the three of them in a soft voice, "Then what are we?"

"We..."

Maria murmured.

She first looked towards the "Girl" who was facing the "Warrior" statue, but then hesitated and turned her gaze towards the child holding a bouquet of flowers.

"I think... I should be ’the Child.’ The ’Girl’ and ’Warrior’ standing together correspond to Clare and Jin."

Maria analyzed, "And Mr. Giralda surely corresponds to ’the Centaur.’ After all, centaurs are adept in the spells of Prophets, and moreover..."

"And though centaurs are strong and good in battle, they like to flee. That’s very much like us."

Giralda picked up Maria’s line, admitting frankly.

Having said that, he glanced at Merlin, "Mr. Merlin should be ’the Giant.’"

"Why the Giant?"

Annan questioned this.

He always asked the most appropriate questions at the right time.

Giralda smiled and answered casually, "Because Giants are the race ’without vision in their youth’ and ’cannot speak in their old age.’ And this..."

Unquestionably, the "Giant" statue referred to the Cripple Wizard Merlin Manning.

Or rather, it was actually mocking his past identity as "the Hand of Winter."

As the master of the Wizard’s Tower, Michelangelo clearly had no fondness for these "wizards who hunt wizards."

Upon hearing this, Merlin nodded, his mouth curving into a self-mocking smile, and he laughed silently.

"In that case, Master Benjamin can only be ’the Old Man.’"

Annan nodded, seamlessly steering the topic away from the embarrassing matter, "That leaves ’the Fairy’ and ’the Serpent.’ So I..."

"You’re ’the Fairy.’"

Maria’s voice, cold and youthful, interjected before he could finish, "Because fairies are adept at beguiling hearts, and furthermore—"

As she spoke, she glanced at Annan, adding, "Fairies like to steal things."

"I see..."

Annan looked at the statues of the fairies and nodded, enlightened.

These odd beings, only as tall as a person’s shins, with beautiful faces and a pair of wings, were either stealthily holding a sword sheath taller than themselves beside the Warrior, or slyly hiding a pouch of money near the Old Man, or carrying poisonous spikes on their back to fly up and chat with "the Child," or flying by the Girl’s ear, speaking ill of the Warrior...

So, were these prophetic statues?

Indeed, this seemed like something Gerald could do.

Annan wasn’t angry, but was seriously contemplating.

After all, it was Gerald who was being mocked by Master Michelangelo, not Annan. He naturally wouldn’t take offense without reason.

Then, who was the Serpent?

He turned his gaze to the center of the statue group, where the Serpent’s head soared high into the sky.

"It looks like it’s..."

...shedding its skin?

Annan hadn’t finished speaking.

A tremendous roar, along with a frightful sonic wave, came without warning.

The ground beneath their feet suddenly shook. Just like an earthquake, the entire Wizard’s Tower trembled violently... and the flames in the hall were stretched long again, turning slender and ghostly blue.

The statues representing "the Warrior" suddenly turned gray and transparent in front of their eyes, fading away until they completely vanished.

Afterward, the lights returned to their previous color.

The hall brightened up once more.

"...Something’s happened to Jin, hasn’t it?"

In the brief silence, Annan was the first to speak softly.

"Shall we go check?"

Uncle Giralda asked.

Annan glanced at Maria.

But she just shook her head slowly.

"No need."

She furrowed her eyebrows, answering in a low voice, "I think Clare will come back."

"For safety’s sake, it’s best not to approach the place where the Wizard died..."

Without waiting for Annan to reply.

A man slowly emerged on the road behind them.

The ring on his right hand was shimmering with a faint light, his expression solemn and composed.

That radiance, like a living creature, flowed out of the ring, hovering over his skin, forming a garish "eye".

——It was the Transformation Wizard, Benjamin.

Seeing him like this, Merlin immediately positioned himself in front of Maria.

He opened his mouth slightly and took a deep breath.

Annan clearly saw that Merlin’s tongue was not cut but was inscribed with many black runes, giving his tongue a greyish hue, resembling stone.

And at the tip of the runes was a silver tongue ring, similar to a ring!

As Merlin slowly inhaled, the tongue ring also began to glow. The purple-black runes flowed and spread throughout his entire mouth.

Merlin then gently exhaled.

Like smoking.

White smoke slowly billowed from his mouth and nose. His eyes and ears, too, gradually leaked a visible chill.

The air’s temperature seemed to drop a few degrees... and it kept dropping.

Seeing Merlin releasing his vessel, Benjamin no longer moved forward.

The glow from his ring grew brighter, the half-open eye opening wider, some fine runes scattering around it.

Just as Benjamin and the four of them were in a standoff.

The wall suddenly collapsed.

No, rather than collapsing... it seemed to melt.

The whole wall turned liquid-like, becoming a substance similar to cement.

Afterward, the cement parted from the middle.

Clare walked out from the opposite side of the wall with a grim face.

Her body bore some scars caused by high heat, and her once sleek hair was now a bit disheveled... as if she had just escaped from a fire.

Her ring was also shining. A curse formed a shape resembling a pinwheel on the back of her hand, slowly rotating.

The cement followed her advance, dragging on the ground. And beside her hovered hot plasma, writhing in the air like vivid red snakes.

That blood...

Must be Jin’s.

Annan guessed.

Although he didn’t know much about Destruction Wizards, from Maria’s statements and the way Jin’s blood began to burn violently after he coughed onto the ground... the nature of the Destruction Wizards seemed not to be very stable.

After Clare appeared, she glanced over at Annan and the others, quickly fixing her gaze on Benjamin.

"It was you... wasn’t it?"

She asked with hatred in her voice.

Unexpectedly,

Benjamin frankly admitted, "If you’re asking about the person who killed ’Jin Kailan,’ then... indeed, it was me."

The tall, elderly man spoke calmly as he slowly unbuttoned his long coat.

Inside his coat, several flasks and test tubes were strapped in. The stoppers of three or four of them had been removed.

"Is there a problem with killing a pirate who has at least slaughtered over thirty people, a man of extreme violence and cruelty?"

Benjamin asked serenely, as he slowly removed the remaining stoppers.

He looked at Clare with her light tea-colored, curly short hair, "And you, Ms. Clare. Or should I say, Captain Karl Mathieu, you can stop pretending. Your hair color is very rare...

"The one who domesticated ’Jin,’ who made him consume an excessive amount of potent curses, that was you, right?"

Clare remained silent for a while.

The hatred on her face vanished without a trace.

She just smiled gently and brushed the short hair beside her ear.

Aside from his short hair and pupils remaining unchanged, his entire person seemed to melt down, collapsing, then standing back up, and in an instant, reconstituted into another person.

——A pale-skinned, somewhat short young man with sharp features.

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