The Bizarre Wizarding World

Chapter 111 - 101 Strong Life

With the last wisp of the rich golden light gone,

the field of view suddenly became pitch-dark.

The deep sea had merged with the dark sky.

Now the sun had set, and the moon had not yet risen, leaving nothing but darkness to the eye.

Fortunately, one could still feel the solid touch of the ship's deck underfoot, and the sound of the surging waves could still be heard by the ear,

which prevented panic and disorientation.

After lowering the sails, the crew and sailors had already returned to their cabins.

Between the wooden cabin walls and the doors, a faint orange-yellow light from a lamp could be seen.

As for the Wizard who stayed behind—Murray, he still had not come out and remained inside the cabin.

At this moment, the boundless ocean had shed its azure beauty of the day and turned inky black and terrifying.

Black waves surged like ink, layer upon layer, making it impossible for the eye to penetrate.

This scene couldn't help but make one feel—

as if beneath the three-masted ship, in the endless depths beyond sight, monstrous beings were lurking, quietly watching you.

Colin controlled his gaze, not lingering too long over the sea.

He was still in a hypersensitive state, and it would be undoubtedly dangerous if he saw things he shouldn't have.

After silently staying on deck for a while, he turned and went back to his bedroom.

The night in this world was already dangerous, with ghosts, demons, and strange fierce beasts roaming.

And the sea was even more dangerous than most of the land.

At night, it was possible to run into some unknowable entities or fall into bizarre regions.

Thus, at night, ships would usually lower their sails and stop, reducing the risks of sailing blind.

Back in his master bedroom.

Renee had already cleaned it spotlessly and changed the beddings.

Seeing the soft and comfortable bed,

all the accumulated fatigue of these days suddenly surged up, and he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

Seeming to fall into a deep sleep.

The sound of the waves continued, and time quietly passed by.

Suddenly,

a layer of white fog had quietly enveloped the bedroom, unbeknownst to when it began.

Not long afterward,

creak—

the door of the bedroom abruptly opened.

A weak figure sauntered in.

He didn't care about the figure on the bed.

In his eyes, Colin was just an Intermediate Wizard Apprentice who could cast powerful witchcraft, all thanks to that scepter.

Now, engulfed in sleep and without the golden scepter in hand, he could suppress him with a backlash.

Berkeley and others were still too cautious and merciful.

In this world, power is the only thing that matters.

Once I get the scepter...

Thinking this, his heart filled with anticipation, his actions hastened,