Chapter 340 The snail collector
was hit by another wave of waves. The fallen boy was pushed into the water, and his limbs struggled and twitched.
The sea there was clearly just above his knees, but he couldn't stand up.
The people around him heard the boy struggling, stopped again, stood up and looked in the direction of the boy, but no one reached out to save him.
During the ups and downs, the boy's face occasionally emerged from the water and called for help. But no one rescued him, and the others didn't even take off the black scarves on their faces.
They just looked at the direction where the boy's voice came from, with numb sadness on their faces.
Thor, who was not covered with a black scarf, naturally saw what happened.
The rope around the boy's waist had been broken at some point. A transparent hand pulled the rope from the direction of the deep sea.
Therefore, when the fallen boy tried to climb up the rope to the shore, he was actually heading towards a more terrifying deep water area.
Sol's face turned cold.
That transparent hand was not the deathly pale arm he saw between the waves.
That is level 0 witchcraft, the hand of a mage.
A weak magic vibration came, and Thor was looking for even weaker fluctuations in mental power.
He turned his head to look in the direction where the spiritual power was coming from, and saw two wizard apprentices, a man and a woman, in the shadows under the cliff.
The man was tall and strong, with an expressionless face; the woman leaned against the man's chest, turned her head, and looked at the struggling boy in the sea with a smile.
Just when the boy's struggle became weaker and weaker, Thor suddenly moved his fingers.
The icy cold water suddenly turned into gentle hands, holding the boy's back and lifting him out of the water.
It wasn't until the boy stood up in a panic and confusion that his hands turned into sea water again and slapped the boy's thighs time and time again.
Thor's action of rescuing people naturally attracted the attention of the two apprentices.
The man still looked over expressionlessly, while the woman rolled her eyes unabashedly.
But they made no further moves.
Obviously, the killing just now was just a spur of the moment, and they didn't want to conflict with another strange wizard.
The mage's hand in the sea was also dispersed. The boy stood there and finally felt that his rope had broken.
He licked his dry lips that could not be moistened by the sea water, and shouted in a low voice: "My rope is broken."
Because of the water, his throat was so dry that he sounded like a ghost hiding in the darkness.
After a while, someone finally responded to him, "My side is the shore."
That person did not lie to the boy. He was indeed stepping on the beach without sea water.
However, the sea wind and waves distorted his voice, making it difficult for the boy to tell where the speaker was standing.
He fumbled and almost slipped after taking two steps.
Because of the struggle just now, he had already reached a deeper place. If he accidentally fell, he might drown.
This is too dangerous!
With great difficulty, the boy regained his balance amid the waves. But he had lost his bearings again.
Finally he gritted his teeth and blood began to flow from his tight lips.
He carefully straightened his head and then lifted up a corner of the black scarf on his face.
He didn't dare to look at the sky or the sea. He just wanted to quickly scan the surroundings to determine the direction of the beach.
However, as soon as he turned his sight 30 degrees, he saw the beach and a man covered in a gray cloak standing on the beach.
The man was standing near his companions who were collecting snails with him, but their companions obviously did not notice his presence.
Judging from the other party's appearance and temperament, he must be a wizard.
The boy shrank his shoulders in fear, but he suddenly thought of the hands that had just suddenly lifted him up.
That hand was so warm, compared to the cold sea water, it was like a stove in winter.
The boy bowed deeply in Thor's direction. When he bent down, his face was wet again by the spray.
"He's quite smart." Looking at the boy who bowed to him and almost buried his head in the sea, Thor had a smile on his face.
"Xiao Zao, pull him over."
Xiao Zao ordered, quickly flew over, rolled up the boy's waist, lifted him up, jumped out of the sea, and flew in the direction of Thor.
When he was caught by the algae, the boy struggled for a moment, but soon became quiet again, and was carried to Thor in an honest manner.
"Master Wizard." The boy followed the force of his fall and knelt down directly on the ground, pressing his forehead against the cold sand.
"Get up, I have a few questions to ask you."
The boy hesitated. He had met wizards before, but they always asked him to kneel down to answer.
In other words, it doesn't matter what posture he is in.
But thinking of Thor's action of saving him just now, he still chose to get up.
"What are you picking up?"
"Sir, we are picking up black conches."
There are black conchs here?
Black conch is also a witchcraft material, but it is not precious in the wizarding world and is not very useful.
Despite this, because of its association with wizards, it has become a rare delicacy in the eyes of ordinary people.
Wizard Tower also makes this dish, but Thor is not used to seafood and rarely orders it.
The most delicious thing about black conch is one of the internal organs inside the conch, but eating too much can cause hallucinations.
There are also some wealthy people who use it as a hallucinogenic drug to harm others and occasionally themselves.
Since there is a black conch here, Thor understands why some people risk their lives to catch the sea here.
"Do you know how often soul tides occur here?"
Although he had already asked the wealthy businessman Pound these questions once.
But the perspective of wealthy businessmen and the perspective of these people who risk their lives to rush to sea are definitely different.
Hearing the word "soul tide", the boy's body with his back to the sea trembled again.
"Sir, this has happened...almost ten times in the past year. It happened twice last month alone." Has
it already become twice a month? Too often?
"Have you ever seen the soul tide? How harmful is it? I mean...does someone die every time?" "To tell you the truth," the
boy pursed his dry lips, "every time someone dies...I My father was involved last month."
Saul hesitated.
Looking for someone at random, I actually asked the person involved.
According to the wealthy businessman Pound, the frequency of soul tides in the past few years was low, only once or twice a year. Before the ship entered the port, it would receive a signal from the shore, anchor outside for one night, and then enter the port normally the next day.
However, the frequency of tides has increased in recent years, and no ships dare to dock here.
In Pound's mouth, the main complaint was that Blue Water Bay had no port support and the economy was not as good as before, but the soul tide did not cause many casualties as a result.
According to the boy, they, the fishermen who originally relied on the sea, had no choice but to return to the sea to support themselves after the Bluewater Bay depression.
But even such a dangerous job as picking up black conch can be done only under certain conditions.
The boy's father was a snail collector before his death, so the boy had the opportunity to inherit this job.
After listening to the boy's story, the sky became darker and darker.
The wind began to rise at sea.
The people who were picking up conch in the shoal area quickly returned to the shore one by one by holding the rope.
They didn't pull off the black scarf that blindfolded their eyes until they reached dry land.
Only then did they discover that the boy had returned to the shore and was still talking to a mysterious man.
These snail collectors did not dare to approach or leave. They could only turn their backs to the sea and shiver in the cold wind.
"...Okay, you can go back, I have no problem."
Thor had already roughly understood the frequency of soul tides from the boy's mouth, and did not let him stay any longer.
But when the boy looked at the people behind him, he turned his head again and mustered up the courage of his life.
"My lord, sir, I have two younger sisters and three younger brothers. Can you see if they might become your apprentices?" (End of Chapter
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