Chapter Seventy: Du Wei's Nanny

  The old man's voice was shaking with excitement, his white whiskers quivering slightly.

  He could indeed see Semmel. Du Wei's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the words Semmel had said to him that day.

  Things are getting more and more complicated. The old magician knows Saymer! The old magician also knows Hussein, the rebellious knight who was hunted by the temple, the first knight of the continent.

  Saimel has woken up. Although he still looks very weak, it seems that there is no problem now. Du Wei also doesn't know what the two drops of silver liquid that the old magician poured out just now are, but their effect is extremely obvious.

  Saimel's empty eyes regained their luster, she shook her head and stood up again in the snowy ground, still looking dazed: "Hey... Duwei, what exactly happened... why do I feel so weak? You... are you okay?"

  As soon as these words came out, Du Wei immediately realized: Saymehr was "awake" again.

  Du Wei had a vague feeling that this magical creature, Semier, seemed, appeared, possibly... to have a dual personality.

  A Semmel is that magical creature clone, a lonely guy for two hundred years, likes to swing a pair of snow-white pretty little legs back and forth in front of Du Wei, jumping around mischievously.

  And another Semel... Duwei was suspicious, probably the soul of the real female astrologer in history, who could exert great magical power and liked to call herself "Zak"... damn it!

  Now Semyon calls himself Duvy, and not Zak, so it is clear that the magical creature has returned, and the female astrologer has left.

  Du Wei looked at Hussein and then at the old magician, suddenly feeling that this matter was complicated and gave him a headache.

  "I'm fine." Du Wei smiled wryly: "You feel very weak, don't you? That's because you just had a fierce duel with the strongest knight on the continent and almost died together... You did it to protect me."

  Saimel still looked bewildered: "I... duel? But I..." She suddenly had a pained expression on her face, covering it with both hands, and said in distress: "Why can't I remember anything?"

  At this time, the old magician had walked excitedly to Saimel's front, his robe was trembling... Of course, it was absolutely not because of the cold weather. The old magician even stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to touch Saimel, but his hand just lifted up and slowly fell back down.

  Semir cautiously looked at the old magician in front of him and took two steps back: "Who are you!"

  Her face suddenly showed a complex expression, carefully looking at the old magician, thinking hard: "I... I don't know you, but why do I feel very uncomfortable around you... and don't want to get close to you!"

  As she spoke, her body flashed and floated to Du Wei's side, then hid behind Du Wei, whispering: "Hey, Du Wei, I don't like this old guy, he makes me feel uneasy, it makes me feel very uncomfortable."

  "Do you know him?" Du Wei asked in a low voice.

  "No!" Semmel suddenly shouted loudly and abruptly: "I don't know this kind of person! I just hate him!"

  As soon as she finished speaking, with a whooshing sound, she vanished. Du Wei knew that Saymehr had hidden again and didn't know what thing on his body she had attached herself to this time.

  When Sayuri hid and didn't want to see anyone, Du Wei couldn't call her out either.

  The old magician's face was twisted in a strange expression, staring blankly at the place where Saimel had just disappeared. Suddenly, he let out a low, bitter laugh and muttered: "She... she still dislikes me. Even though she doesn't remember me, she still dislikes me... Heh heh!"

  The old magician's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and he slowly came to Duwei's front, gritting his teeth: "You little brat! Tell me, why is Ximel by your side? Why did she protect you? Why? Why did she become like this?!

  "That's roughly what happened." Du Wei supported Dada Nil as he lay down, then took out a knife and cut off the wolf fang arrow on his body. Fortunately, the arrow had already pierced him, so as long as he cut off the exposed part of the arrowhead at the back, he could pull out the arrow shaft. He also took out medicine to apply to Dada Nil, glancing at the old magician: "Hey, you should know some magic healing techniques, right? Don't just stand there, help my friend."

  Du Wei treated Dada Nil's wound while telling him everything he knew about Saymon.

  From the secret passage in the Rolin family's study, to the magical array message left by Semmel that I found myself, and then released this magical creature from the oil painting...

  "So that's it... She was just a magical creature, only a copy of Semel's memory, a magical creature... " The old magician's expression was filled with disappointment and frustration. He let out a sigh, the fervent light in his eyes dimming down, seemingly disheartened. He glanced at Du Wei and tossed him a bottle: "Pour it on his wound, he'll recover within half a day... Be frugal, this is holy water I obtained from the temple, just a few drops can heal his wounds."

  Duv took the bottle and poured a few drops on Dandanil's wound, then casually stuffed the bottle into his own bosom, without any intention of returning it to the old magician.

  The old magician seemed to have given up as well, looking somewhat dispirited and listless. He slowly sat down, muttering softly: "Seymour... Alas, Seymour... I thought you really hadn't died after all."

  "Hey, when will he wake up?" Du Wei pointed at Dada Nil who had his eyes closed. But the old magician seemed to have not heard him at all.

  "It may take one night." Hussein replied.

  "This continent's First Knight coldly said: 'I'm the one who made the move, I'm the clearest about it. This small low-level warrior actually dared to challenge me, my fighting energy has already shattered the muscles and bones around his wound, as well as the blood vessels. Even with holy water, he'll at least need a night before he can wake up.'"

  Towards this guy who was just fighting with him, Du Wei naturally didn't have a good face, he hummed and ignored the knight.

  Du Wei is now more concerned about his own situation.

  The old magician bound himself out of his house and threw himself into the icy forest for so many days.

  Du Wei was certain that this old magician had come to the Ice Forest for some important reason. And yet... why did he have to bring himself along?

  This old guy knows Hussein, could it be: He knew that Hussein betrayed the temple and was being hunted down, he came here to save Hussein? But what does this have to do with me?!

  The three of them sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, the old magician stood up, furrowed his brow, and cocked his ear to listen to the wind. In a low voice, he said: "Someone's coming... Hussein, it seems like they're from the Temple."

  Hussein's eyebrows rose, he propped himself up and gritted his teeth: "Evil spirits won't disperse!" Then he glanced at Du Wei: "It's all because of this kid! If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have made such a big commotion just now and been discovered by the Temple!"

  Du Wei retorted immediately, "If you didn't want to kill us and silence us, we wouldn't have counterattacked! Are we supposed to sit on the ground like lambs waiting for you to come and slaughter us?! Hmph!"

  "Alright! All of you, shut up." The old magician stood up and sighed: "Hussein, you need to restrain your killing intent! Your inner demonization is getting stronger and stronger, this isn't a good sign. Now, I'll go distract those pursuers..." The old magician tilted his head and listened carefully again, saying in a low voice: "Damn it, Hussein, the trouble you've stirred up isn't small at all. One... two... three... Ah ha, there are more than twenty knights, including two level 8 ones. Hmm... wait a minute... it seems like there are even more magicians..."

  Hussein said coldly: "A few days ago I killed the trial elder of the temple, these mages may be reinforcements."

  "Preposterous! Preposterous!" The old magician shook his head, repeatedly rebuking: "You actually dare to kill the Trial Judge of the Temple of Gods. Don't you know that the Temple of Gods is like a beehive? If you stir up this beehive, you'll have to prepare to be hunted for your entire life!"

  He waved his hand to stop Hussein from saying anything else and said in a low voice: "I'll go distract them, you leave here immediately."

  Hussein frowned: "You and I are here, do we still need to hide from these guys? The two of us join forces, even if the Pope comes, we don't have to be afraid! Why do we still have to scurry around like mice?"

  The old magician sneered: "Hmph! You don't have to be afraid! Because you've already become the public enemy of the temple! But I'm different! I'm not a public enemy! What you said is right, if we two join hands, we can defeat these guys. However, as soon as one of us runs back, I'll also become the public enemy of the temple! I don't want to go anywhere in the future and have the temple's knights and magicians come to kill me everywhere."

  The old magician looked at Du Wei with a glance, and said in a low voice: "And you? Kid, you don't want to either! So it's best for you to leave quickly, otherwise if they catch up with you, they will kill you together with Hussein as his accomplice! The Temple doesn't need trials to kill people!"

  Du Wei suddenly had an epiphany: "Of course! I'm not the First Knight of the Continent, nor am I a powerful magician. I don't have your kind of strength to protect myself! So now, I'd better leave!"

  "No! Don't think of leaving. And don't hope to escape! I've put a magical mark on you, your movements won't escape my perception." The old magician said calmly: "You must follow him! Follow him together! He will take you further north." The old magician pointed at Hussein.

  Du Wei immediately looked like he had swallowed a piece of bitter melon: "Why! What's the point of catching me?"

  The old magician didn't answer, he had already stood up and flown away quickly.

  "Get up, kid." Hussein struggled to his feet, found a tree branch for a cane and gave Du Wei a gentle kick: "Let's go."

  Du Weigang wanted to say something, but Hussein had already sunk his face and said: "Don't provoke me, kid! Do you think I like being your nanny? The old man is for your own good! Even if he lets you go back... This is the Ice Seal Forest, with just this little strength of yours, can you safely walk out? I'm afraid that in less than a day, you'll be swallowed by the magic beast!"

  Du Wei was eager to counterattack: I'm still safe and sound here!

  But even Du Wei knew in his heart that the reason he was able to safely make it this far was because he had joined the Snow Wolf Mercenary Corps, and also, the old magician must have been secretly following him all along. If he were ever in danger, the old magician would rush over... just like earlier.

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