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A Sorcerer’s Journey - Chapter 18


Chapter 18: Arrival at the Black Isotta School of Sorcery

Translator: John Cui Editor: Zayn

Iggy Dan, leader of the knights, had always been prepared for a battle since he knew that it was

pure physical strength and aggressiveness that had given them the edge and kept them safe

during the past month. But in no way would a knight, even Baron himself - the former leader of

the knights and a legend knight, stand a chance of beating a sorcerer. That's not even the worst

part, what had bothered him the most was that no matter how strong they would become, they

were destined to be a servant of sorcerers. This was a world where sorcerers rule!

With that in mind, Iggy was fully aware of one thing - the students couldn't be allowed to unite,

especially the Five Casters, otherwise he and the other knights would be in serious danger.

That was why when Aaron declared the establishment of the Death Sail League, he'd

immediately pulled out the machete and led his men to the deck and threatened the students:

’’What a joke! Without my permission, there will never be any league.’’

Noticing the wavering look in the face of the students, he exploited the situation and added in a

fiercer manner: ’’Anyone who dares to join will be executed immediately!’’

Beneath his veneer of equanimity and ferocity lied a terrified anxiety that he and his men might

be exterminated if they indeed got aligned.

A few of those who had joined the Death Sail League were standing in the rear of the team, with

their weapons in hands, watching alertly whatever move the knights might make.

Aaron, the Fireball Caster of the Five Casters, who was in the front, shouted back at Iggy: ’’Kill

five of your men! You do it or I will!’’

’’You will be trampled and crushed! Trust me.’’

’’You don't have a chance. You won't beat the Five Casters.’’

’’Well, try us!’’ Iggy raised his machete to the air to show that he was not afraid.

’’Humph! You still think that we are the little kids who were at your mercy a month ago?’’

Alastair, with a flash of the brightening sapphire on his finger, murmured a spell, then a golden

sword appeared in the air and shot towards Iggy at Aaron's instruction. Although Iggy was

swift enough to avoid the deadly attack, he still got scratched in the right arm. Meanwhile, a

white puppet swooshed towards Iggy as fast as light and dug out the knight's heart.

The 20-inch-tall puppet in pure white that had ended Iggy's life looked like an innocent girl,

only with a gory human heart thumping in her hands.

Iggy's body collapsed, producing a boom sound, which clearly scared the white puppet, who fled

away like a girl who was caught stealing candies.

At the same time, Ge Lin and Chris also made a good team in cooperating with Lafite who flung

out the vine for the trapping and the other two were charged with slitting the throats.

Soon the battle ended with Casters' complete success, with only Chris getting slightly injured

while the knights had encountered a debacle in front of the Five Casters. Their team was totally

destroyed with four being dead, seven seriously wounded, nine injured and one in a coma.

Although Aaron felt it was a little pity that the death toll of the knights had exceeded five but

now everybody had been overjoyed and didn't seem to care much.

As a result of the victory, all the students could hardly wait to join The Death Sail League, which

had brought the Five Casters great satisfaction.

Informed of their duties and responsibilities, many of the students had been admitted as

official members of the league. They seemed so relieved that they were making jokes at the

wounded knights who had been tied up, ’’How did you use to call us? Hogs? Wow, look who are

the real hogs now. HahaHah...’’

Now the students had hope. It was not only because of the knights being routed so that they

would be safe in the next few days, but because of was their way of beating them - sorcery. That

was something that belonged exclusively to sorcerers and was far beyond knights' reach! And

one day, with sufficient knowledge and practice, they would become a sorcerer.

With relaxed laughter coming from every corner of the deck, the vessel seemed to have come

back to life.

The following morning, everyone had gathered on the deck for the routine head count.

’’Hah, ten missing. That's weird, but whatever,’’ said Sorcerer Nilmar as he looked around at the

students, who at this time had become a whole new group of people. They were in a league and

in high spirits!

It seemed that neither Nilmar nor Kyrie and Bionna had noticed the nuance of the change in the

students' mood or they didn't care to show any interest in anything related to, in their eyes,

lower ranks of students.

But there was someone who did care - Sam. He was somewhat worried about the weird change

in the crowd as he ran his eyes across the Five Casters. And the boatswain turned livid as he had

known that the ten people who had died were all his followers. But in Nilmar's presence, none

of them were courageous enough to make a complaint.

While Sam and the boatswain were in their deep thoughts, sorcerer Nilmar broke the silence:

’’Now, I have a ba~d news for you...’’ he dragged and accentuated the syllable of ’’a’’ in ’’bad’’.

Hearing that, the students' nerves tightened again because the morbid and evil sorcerer could

do anything to them, the death quota was one exapmle and subconsciously everyone in the

crowd took a step backwards.

’’The ba~d news is ...’’ he smirked as he was taking delight in the grim looks on the students'

faces and then suddenly he raised his pitch and said, ’’We are arriving at the Black School of

Sorcery on the Sorcerer Continent this evening. Hah, Hah, how's it feeling? So bad, huh?’’

Sorcerer Nilmar was being cursed in everyone's mind and they had been tempted to give him a

punch for make a fool out of them.

As they calmed down, they were lost in thought. ’’Wait, we finally reached the school?!This

damn torture has ended?’’ The students still couldn't believe the news.

A month of barbarous fights must have been engraved on every student's heart and they believe

they would never forget these horrible, horrible experience. It had taught them how much it

would take take to become a sorcerer and how much they wanted to be one.

For the rest of the day, with no more killing, most of them had let their guard down and were

leaning on the rails, gazing into the distance and enjoying the special cool breeze from the sea.

At sunset, the head sailor skillfully anchored the ship at the port. A two-month voyage was

finally over. To the surprise of the apprentice wizards, countless crows poured out of sorcerer

Nilmar's robe and raised him up into the air.

In his typical coarse voice, the sorcerer declared proudly, ’’My little fellas, welcome to the Black

Isotta School of Sorcery!’’


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