"No problem."
Ronald nodded in agreent, and the two of them soon lowered their altitude and speed.
The "Infinite Negative Domain" developed in a completely different direction from the original world. Not only was the city of Springs not established, but there were also not many significant human settlents nearby.
Speaking of their destination,
It was just a residential area that could be called a town.
Several more minutes passed, and Bapulor spoke up:
"Shall we ask around up ahead?"
The cult magician was referring to a roadside campsite.
Since it was still night, a group of ’locals’ were setting up camp here. Ronald could see the wagons and bonfire in the camp, which was clearly a group of rchants travelling outside.
Such a nightti and roadside campsite.
It was sowhat similar to Ronald’s initial encounters when he first crossed over.
A smile inexplicably ford on his lips, and Ronald then nodded in agreent:
"Alright, let’s start by asking these people for information."
"But Bapulor, you need to be careful not to bring out your quirky personality."
"..."
Bapulor raised an eyebrow.
In that mont, he rembered Ronald’s ability to break free from little William’s seal, so he simply nodded obediently:
"Alright, as you say."
They landed on the ground and approached the campsite at the pace of normal humans walking.
Watching the flickering bonfire before him, Ronald walked up with interest to talk to the camp guards:
"Gentlen, may I disturb you for a mont?"
"You... ah!"
Ronald was sure that the guard was initially normal.
However, as the other stood up, shifted his gaze, and even prepared to ask questions, a horrifying transformation occurred on this innocent guard.
At the mont of eye contact.
His skin and flesh began to develop severe abscesses and cracks, and his entire body uncontrollably started twisting and deforming. In just a few seconds, a perfectly normal person turned into a hideous monster, only capable of making unintelligible screams.
"Huh?"
Ronald was also stunned.
He didn’t feel any magic fluctuations, and he didn’t notice anyone around intending to attack.
Everything was fine, so how did this happen?
Ronald instinctively turned to look at Bapulor, whose cult magic could definitely cause such an effect.
But Bapulor, within his line of sight, looked just as bewildered as he did.
"Kate, what’s wrong!"
anwhile, other people in the camp noticed the commotion caused by the guard.
Several people imdiately got up and approached, and then... then the result was no different.
As soon as their eyes fell on Ronald and Bapulor.
Their bodies began to undergo the exact sa transformation.
In the blink of an eye, several more unintelligible, fleshly monsters appeared in the camp!
"Wizard, please spare us!"
"We are just ordinary rchants, we haven’t done anything strange!"
"Please, Wizards, spare us!"
At that mont, the last of the rchants erging from the camp saw the guard’s terrible condition.
These clever minds quickly grasped the situation, imdiately knelt down on the spot and began paying respects in the direction of Ronald and Bapulor, but they dared not look up.
"..."
Faced with this situation, Ronald turned to look at Bapulor, and in a voice only audible to them, asked:
"Did you do this?"
"Could you not feel whether I did it or not?"
Bapulor spread his hands straightforwardly, not even lowering his voice as he spoke.
The Magician now had nothing to fear, as he wasn’t using any spells, and Ronald could feel it simply by observing the Magic Fluctuations.
Ronald frowned; he had nothing more to say.
He had no idea why the situation had co to be; this was not at all what he had anticipated initially.
The air around the camp fell silent again for a few seconds.
Then, among the rchants kneeling on the ground, the bravest one dared to speak up:
"Wizard Sir, did you perhaps bring sothing that’s a very powerful magic item and then forget about it?"
"..."
Hearing this, Ronald and Bapulor looked at each other.
This rchant’s idea was certainly a novelty.
Could it be, in this world, powerful magical items could have such an effect?
Considering the type of spells Ronald and Bapulor practiced,
it was likely Bapulor’s issue.
So...
Ronald’s gaze shifted upward, naturally drawn to the heretical Magician’s dark red robe. His Sword of Saint Catherine was well wrapped and carried on his back. If there was any powerful magic item to be seen, this could be it.
Bapulor acted as decisively as always.
No sooner had this guess surfaced than he quickly removed his robe and folded it, standing only in a simple white undergarnt:
"Alright, now look up."
As soon as Bapulor finished speaking, the trembling rchants genuinely lifted their heads.
Thus, the truth that explained all the conjectures appeared before their eyes.
The rchants who looked up saw Ronald and Bapulor, but no changes occurred. After briefly confirming Ronald and Bapulor’s appearances, they imdiately lowered their heads:
"Sir, we are just honest rchants!"
"We beg you to spare our lives!"
"..."
Ronald’s heart was a tumult of emotions.
Who could have expected this world to be so bizarre!
Ordinary people just seeing a powerful magical item could suffer such harm.
It was even more absurd than what he had seen in the church’s library.
At this mont, an idea sprouted in Ronald’s mind.
Compared to that sealed world of outer history, had this mystical prison of the past few decades made significant progress in changing the world?
After all, here,
there was also a ’manmade god’ whose depths were unfathomable!
With the help of such a pinnacle creation of the Dark Age, how much had the sealed Casters progressed?
With no communication of information between the two worlds...
Or to put it plainly, was Dantrian really capable of handling the Casters here?
"Ah..."
Thinking this, Ronald sighed.
Each world had its own developnts, and now he and Bapulor had to face various problems arising from this.
It looked like the next seven days were not going to be pleasant.
With these thoughts, Ronald then said to the rchants:
"Get up first, I just want to ask so questions."
"..."
The rchants just trembled, none daring to stand up straight.
Facing this situation, Ronald glanced at Bapulor behind him, who seed indifferent.
Then he stretched out his finger.
He snapped his fingers against his ring.
Snap—
"Stand up now, answer my questions."
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