Zheng Qing knew a Dark Wizard whose identity was half-public.
The owner of Wander Bar on Beta Town's Pedestrian Street—the famed Wanderer Wizard.
He possessed a Dark Wizard's greed, cunning, and slickness, as well as a White Wizard's integrity, caution, and conservatism. People on the street said the Wanderer Wizard possessed the most precious quality of a Dark Wizard—the ability to maintain a balance between lies and truth. In Zheng Qing's view, Thomas was the sort of Dark Wizard the Wanderer Wizard would be, so he could only believe Thomas's words with careful reservations.
In any case, it was fortunate that Thomas admitted he had not used all the flesh and blood carved from Zheng Qing's arm last time for Black Magic experiments.
Zheng Qing weighed the rag in his hand and fell silent for a moment.
"Will I die?"
At last, he asked the question that had worried him for a long time. Perhaps realizing that it sounded weak, he hurriedly added, "I'm not afraid of dying... More than one person dies every second in this world. No one is nobler than anyone else. I just..."
He weighed his words but could not think of a more graceful way to put it.
The muffled giggles of the two women behind the white curtain rang out again.
This time, Zheng Qing was sure he recognized those two voices. He could not help turning to look, but the curtain was too thick. Apart from its wave-like ripples, not even a shadow could be seen.
And after searching his memories for a long while, he still could not match them to any suitable figures.
After all, far too many witches had struck up conversations with him over the past few months, and he was somewhat distracted at the moment.
"You won't."
Thomas