Chapter 129: Music and Fine Wine

The rolling wheels gradually slowed, and Luge and the Old Wizard Apprentice sitting inside the carriage exchanged a glance, knowing the beast cart was about to stop.

"What does the Upper Realm look like in your eyes?" Luge asked casually.

The Old Wizard Apprentice gave Luge a strange look.

"There are more Extraordinaries, it is more Vast, resources are richer, some strange Underground Beasts are also harder to deal with, Vast to the point that no one can know its full scope, even Official Wizards, the peak of Extraordinaries is the Wizard, so it is also called the Wizard Domain," the Old Drunkard said this while also observing his expression, "I am more curious, whether you actually come from the Upper Realm."

"Whether it is or isn't, it has to be one; if I say no, no one will believe me, if I say yes, no one will suspect, so that is no longer important." Luge said.

His words made the Old Wizard Apprentice even more curious, sizing him up and down incessantly.

The beast cart also slowly stopped at this moment.

This was clearly not the ordinary activity area inside the castle; a lone stone house stood in a sunken ring-shaped area, and Lorigo Fanxing was waiting there.

After the beast cart delivered them, it did not linger in the slightest, carrying the red-haired woman away slowly.

Lorigo stepped forward to greet them first.

"Lord Luge, we meet again." Lorigo came up and gave Luge a hug.

He still looked haggard, but the light in his eyes was stronger than two days ago.

This fellow probably still doesn't know that his sister is about to ruin his beloved Fanxing City; compared to the dead Old Baron and Lorigo's other brothers and sisters, perhaps he, the one who survived, is the one enduring more pain, and this twisted power from Fate is still continuously upping the ante.

Luge didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only respond to Lorigo's enthusiasm with a faint smile.

"Who is this old gentleman?" Lorigo asked politely after introducing himself.

The Old Wizard Apprentice waved his hand impatiently.

"It was your sister who invited me." the Old Drunkard said.

Lorigo smiled, seeing the old man seemed to be in a bad mood, and did not continue to ask further.

"Please, both of you, follow me."

Lorigo spoke and began leading the way in front.

Inside the square, regular stone house, there was unexpectedly a staircase spiraling downward.

The party of three walked on the spacious stone steps; as their footsteps moved, exquisite crystal stone lamps lit up on both sides.

Lorigo would chat a few sentences with Luge from time to time.

"Is this the Family Secret Ground you spoke of before?" Luge said.

"Yes, regarding this place, I am just as much a Stranger as you; under Normal Circumstances, I only came here once in my Childhood, for simple Teaching, usually I have no Qualification to come..." Lorigo's voice echoed in the corridor.

"Is Miss Dazuoya below?" Luge said.

"She said she had some matters to consult you about; after handling the Family affairs that day, she stayed here; she also said the Light Stone's fluctuations might have affected the stability of the Teleportation Array inside the castle, I don't understand those things." Lorigo said.

Luge glanced at the Old Drunkard; both understood the implication, and they no longer held any Fluke hopes about their previous guesses; perhaps the truth was exactly that, or even crazier.

"Watch your step, both of you; it's just ahead. Speaking of which, this place, aside from the Family Heirs, for Hundreds of Years, only Wizards from outside the Family have come here; you two are both Wizards, so today doesn't count as an Exception."

Lorigo spoke, leading the two through a gorgeous small white metal door, arriving at a spacious place like a Small Square; the surrounding walls Faintly had Runes Emerging, and in the middle of the Small Square was a rather eye-catching Strange Building.

Dazuoya Fanxing was right there.

A Tall harp stood on the ground; her fingers moved fast and slow, eyes slightly closed, seemingly Immersed in some Emotion; pleasant ding-dong sounds Echoed in the empty space as her fingers brushed the Strings; it seemed to be a sad melody.

A piece finished.

She put away the harp, raised her head to look at the two arrivals, a smile appearing on her face: "Welcome to your Arrival, you two are very wise, you didn't flee in panic; that might have caused even more terrifying results that I also don't wish to see..."

"At the same time, it also surprises me greatly that there are actually two inexplicably stranded Wizard Apprentices in the city." She paced slowly.

From the meaning of her words, she had completely excluded the Lower Realm low-level Wild Wizard Apprentices from the scope of Wizard Apprentices.

"To prevent you from thinking wildly and doing irrational things..."

She spoke, her right hand shaking, two sheets of black paper fluttering over.

"Sign the Contract, I can let you off; don't do irrational things, causing Trouble for everyone." Dazuoya Fanxing said.

Lorigo, who had not yet left, was already staring dumbfounded to the side.

Luge glanced at Lorigo, then looked at the Old Drunkard to the side.

This senior didn't move; he would absolutely not sign recklessly; not just afraid of traps in the Contract, this was also a choice problem.

"Do you really want to destroy this Ground City? Is there no gentler method?" Luge said.

Luge's words made Lorigo's figure tremble violently.

"My time is already running out," she said, glancing at the Old Drunkard, "I have no time, and no other choice; I have nothing, no Family Affection, no friendship, only the Wizard; I am not doing this because I fear death, I have never feared death, I simply must become a Wizard."

Luge likewise glanced at the Old Wizard Apprentice; seeing he still hadn't moved to touch the Contract, he also made no move.

"The Contract has no problem," the Old Drunkard said in a deep voice, "But, once this is signed, if her matter is exposed, we will both be counted as Accomplices, and will die just as Miserably."

And there is still a problem to consider, or rather, very, very many problems.

The Old Drunkard's words also did not deliberately avoid her, or rather, they clearly landed in the ears of all four people present.

"Destroy this Ground Cave Domain, you won't necessarily succeed either; your Failure will make things easier to expose; signing this thing, we will still get a Miserable Outcome in the end." Luge spoke thus, his Attitude already quite clear.

"Lord Luge, what are you all talking about?" Lorigo finally couldn't hold back.

Pity, only Luge gave him a look; among the people present, no one would be Influenced by his will.

That Strange Building suddenly emitted a bright light.

The Old Wizard Apprentice's face turned solemn at the sight.

"She has already begun the Sublimation Ritual," the Old Drunkard said in a deep voice, "The one standing in front is not her True Body."

Dazuoya Fanxing revealed a gentle smile: "You will be the witnesses of my Promotion; I will definitely succeed, but you got one thing wrong; the one standing before you is still the real me, but shortly I will be Discarded; now you still have the last time to Decide; don't think of escaping, you cannot leave this City."

Luge took a deep breath, secretly sliding the Demon Dice into his hand, looking at the Old Drunkard to the side.

But he saw this Old Wizard Apprentice looking at the emerging light and smiling.

The Old Drunkard finished laughing, solemnly producing a Golden Goblet.

"Little girl, where is any guaranteed success; no one can guarantee success; however, I do have a suggestion that can make it smoother for you, and without this Contract, yet more reliable," the Old Drunkard said with a smile, "Only a seriously cooperating Accomplice Relationship is the most reliable; as long as you let me connect with the Light Stone's power and drink a cup of wine, I will be your most reliable Ally."

"I know this Ground City like the back of my hand; as long as you give me a little to soak some wine, I can help you eliminate all other hidden dangers..." the old drunkard supplemented.

Luge looked at the old drunkard, then at that golden Large Wine Cup; that wine cup was not merely gold in color, but was truly shining brilliantly.

(Chapter End)