The Drowner

"Is that Sulu Potter?"

A young knight gazed at the territory opposite, clenching his fists. "That evil Wizard! That cruel executioner! How can he retain the honor of a nobleman?"

"Godo, you are the most talented knight in our family, having already broken through the barrier to becoming a formal knight at such a young age... At this time, you need to be patient for now."

Beside him, a middle-aged knight comforted him, "The Snow People will never forget. We noble families have already reached an agreement: while offering a high reward on the Black Market for their heads, we will also dedicate ourselves to training you and several other outstanding young men. We believe that revenge will come one day!"

They had a vague idea of the opponent's strength and wouldn't rush in to fight to the death at this moment.

"Yes, Uncle Hajik, I swear in my name, Godo Gil, that I will avenge the innocent and tragic deaths of the lords of the North!"

Godo's bright eyes were filled with hatred and determination.

The next moment, he saw someone on the other side flash by and appear in front of them.

"People of the North? How dare you invade my territory? How do you want to die?"

Sulu glanced at the group of guys whose eyes had turned red, and couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

"Sulu Potter, we are the vanguard of the Duke of Wolf Castle. Do you dare to attack us first?" Hajik shouted immediately.

The presence of the Duke of the North, nearly 20,000 troops, and knights and Wizard from various families behind him was the source of his confidence in coming here to investigate!

Even if the other party were a terrifying Wizard, they certainly wouldn't dare to provoke the dignity of a duke like this!

"Ha... so you guys were just trying to annoy me?"

Sulu was both amused and exasperated, his expression instantly turning cold. "But... you overestimate yourselves. In my eyes, you are nothing but ants. The weak should be aware of their weakness, otherwise they will only bring destruction upon themselves."

His dark eyes gazed at Godo.

The young knight instinctively wanted to lower his head, but his heart was immediately filled with resentment and bitterness.

Why should I fear an executioner?

The young man stubbornly raised his head and bravely glared at Sulu.

"Commendable courage, but unfortunately, he's a fool!"

Sulu smiled, a strange light in his eyes.

"Hmm..."

The next moment, Godo clutched his neck, as if he could hear a terrifying sound of rushing water.

He felt as if he were underwater, with tens of tons of seawater above him, making it impossible to breathe.

A feeling of drowning washed over him, causing his face to flush red.

"Ah, you villain, what did you do to him?"

Hajik dismounted and roared as he looked at Godo, who was already rolling and struggling on the ground.

"A curse!"

Sulu's expression turned cold. "I named it ' The Drowner ' as a little lesson for you! Now, you can get out!"

"Your Grace, you will surely avenge us."

Hajik roared, mounted his horse with Godo, and galloped away.

Sulu watched him leave without making a move.

The 'curse' he spoke of was real; after modifying his spirit body to resemble a creature from the Spirit World more closely, he gained the ability to bestow 'curses'.

Of course, it's actually the Dream Master's ability to manipulate illusions and give people a realistic experience!

In other words, Godo only felt that he was submerged in water, and was not actually at the bottom of the sea, but if it continued, he would still drown!

Truth and falsehood intertwined, falsehood and truth blurred, consciousness killing—this is the terror of Fierce Spirit and Wicked Spirit!

The current Sulu can do the same.

"Meme killings, curse killings... the water in the mind can spread!"

He smiled, but the meaning was unclear.

Northern Army, Camp.

Hajik, carrying Godo, ran around frantically, shouting, "Help! Someone save him!"

"What happened?"

They were all knights or knights' squires, truly upper-class people, which immediately caused a commotion.

Soon, Gran and Rophis were drawn over.

"It's Godo! He's been cursed by an evil Wizard!"

Hajik wept and said, "I... I'm helpless!"

"Wizard? You went to that Free Territory?"

Gran's face flushed with anger, but he couldn't say anything more now. He just shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! And who can go and fetch a Wizard!"

Although Wizard don't have a good reputation in the Northern Territory, some nobles still secretly support a few, such as Silver Eye.

Soon, a female doctor and Wizard were brought over.

"He... has drowned."

Looking at Godo on the ground, the doctor examined him and regretfully announced, "But strangely, there's not a trace of water on his body, nor in his mouth or nose... We can only say the symptoms are very similar."

"This is a curse!"

The Wizard's eyes grew even more serious, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "I'm just a mid-level Wizard, I really can't handle this situation. After all, Lord Godo is Black Iron Rank knight, yet he was so easily defeated without any resistance..."

"Damn it."

Gran punched the surrounding wooden fence hard, both angry that his men wouldn't listen to his Wisdom and resentful that Sulu had shown no mercy.

"Please be careful, sir, this curse may have some contagious potential..."

The middle-aged Wizard bowed again.

"Spread?"

"Yes, like diseases, it can be Infection... I currently have no idea about its mechanisms and principles, all I can say is to stay away from patients as much as possible."

In fact, this terrifying method had even frightened the Wizard himself.

Even a high-ranking Wizard couldn't intentionally bestow such a strange 'curse,' could they?

Sure enough, not long after.

Hajik's expression also turned strange. "Water... so much water... help!"

He collapsed to the ground, his face quickly turning red, seemingly due to lack of oxygen.

"The curse... has begun to spread?"

Gran muttered something, and the group immediately shunned him as if he were a plague.

Hajik was far weaker than Godo, and after struggling for a short time, he died a miserable death on the ground.

Before he died, his hands reached out as if he were still hoping to grab some life-saving waterweed, which sent chills down the spines of many.

"Damn it, Sulu Potter! This is provocation!"

Gran roared, but quickly made a decision. "Wizard, you're in charge of dealing with these two corpses. Isolate anyone who had contact with them before, and prevent the curse from Expansion!"

In the face of death, even if he is the son of a duke, he is just an ordinary person!

"Yes, sir..."

The Wizard, with a pained expression, was practically risking his life by rashly researching a curse he knew nothing about!

However, as a mid-level Wizard, he was no match for the terrifying Mitis family and could only reluctantly agree.