Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

Gravethorne Continent was a barren land fraught with danger. It was directly surrounded by three forbidden zones from the east, north, and south, leaving only the west as an escape route, collectively called Westshore.

However, ironically, for the mortals and Knights of this continent, the areas adjacent to the forbidden zones were less dangerous than the West, which connected to the sea.

At least they had nothing to fear there—as long as they weren't Wizards.

But the West, which was supposed to be a way out, was their nemesis, as the constant dangers from the sea were beyond what a Knight could guard against—especially when their numbers were so few and not a single legendary Knight remained.

That was why Westshore remained free, with no single sovereign ever ruling over it. Whether that was good or bad, only those who lived there knew.

"Captain, the arrangement has been made as you said. Water and supplies have been stocked, the hull inspected, and the crew is already prepared for departure at your command."

Aboard a large ship docked at the port, a bald man with piercing black eyes and a sharp scar running from his forehead to his chin addressed the captain before him. The captain, a broad-shouldered figure with a full beard, sat back in his chair, leisurely smoking a pipe, exuding an air of quiet authority.

Although both of them looked mostly normal, the faint gills under their necks and the subtle sheen of their fish-like skin marked them as something far from ordinary.

"Good job! Have all the crew return to their positions. It is time for Sir Wizard to return. There shall be no mistakes." Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

The captain nodded and stood up from his seat, exhaling smoke as he slipped the pipe into his mana ring. The pipe was a basic artifact he had commissioned due to his love for smoking, so he didn't want to lose it.

"Varn, did you ask the crew to clean those rooms? Sir Wizard should arrive with a few more brats."

Torren asked as he made his way toward the top deck of the ship, which looked as luxurious as any other part of it.

Gleaming polished wood, reinforced with silver sigils and shimmering runes, along with glowing arrays etched everywhere, gave it an almost otherworldly appearance.

The tall mast that stretched toward the heavens also seemed unnatural, woven from an enchanted fabric that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

Overall, the ship was crafted from materials that easily conducted mana, allowing enchantments to flow through its frame.

"Yes, Captain. I already told them to do it. Although, I don't know if they took it seriously. Haha..."

Varn nodded at first, then laughed slyly, as if unsure whether the crew had actually done their job.

"Tch... You guys are really a waste. Although those brats are Drybloods, they might become Wizards after arriving at the Calvora Continent. Moreover, there is Sir Wizard onboard, so don't go too far."

Torren harrumphed as if he knew exactly what kind of men his crew were.

"Haha... I will warn them, Captain, don't worry. As for them becoming Wizards—heh as if it is that easy."

Varn smiled reassuringly at first, then scoffed, clearly not taking the new arrivals seriously. How easy was it to become a Wizard?

If it were that easy, why would they be like this?

"Okay, rein in your emotions. It seems they are here."

The captain waved his hand and signaled toward the room on the top deck, just beside his own cabin. It had remained closed until now, but it was beginning to glow with a fierce white light.

"Yes, Captain."

Varn nodded and quickly corrected his grin, turning his gaze forward. No matter what he said, the person about to arrive was a real Wizard, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

While Torren and Varn were focused on the glowing room, Ron, Ian, and the others were finally teleported out of Ignsia Tower, arriving directly onto the top deck of a ship docked at Westreach Harbor.

This time, thanks to an additional layer of protection, none of them felt disoriented or nauseous, and they were all in good condition.

'Hah... Fortunately, the coordinates were right.'

Ron breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the familiar ship—the very one he had used to arrive at the Gravethorne Continent.

"Wow!"

"Where are we?"

"Is this a ship?"

As the blinding white light faded, everyone finally took in their surroundings.

Judging by the vast view of the ocean visible from the windows, they were indeed inside a ship—on the top deck. So, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Unlike their previous teleportation, this time, they traveled a much greater distance, didn't they?

"Okay, no need to fret. We are now at Westreach Harbor, on the Gravethorne Continent. This ship is called the 'Silver Gull,' and it is an Advanced Artifact—so don't think this is just a normal ship."

Ron said with a smile, finally relieved that it was time to leave this barren place.

Seeing that everyone looked surprised, he added a bit more information while walking toward the door with his staff in hand.

"The sea which divides this Gravethorne Continent from Calvora is called Deepsire, and it is fraught with extreme dangers. Even if you are a First-Ring Wizard like me, there is no guarantee that you can return alive."

Ron paused and continued,

"However, there is no need to worry, as we Wizards have a covenant with the sea race, allowing us to travel through a safe passage."

"Swoosh!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, opening the door in front of them.

"So, if there is nothing wrong, we should arrive at our destination in a month. Be prepared and ready yourselves for a long voyage—we leave tonight."

After saying that, Ron looked at the two figures standing outside the room and called out,

"Torren, settle them in their respective rooms and give them a tour around the ship. Let them familiarize themselves with the Silver Gull. We are leaving at night."

"Yes, Sir Wizard."

Torren hurriedly bowed alongside Varn as Ron disappeared from sight in a flash. He was quite tired and wanted to relax a bit before setting off.

Once Ron vanished, Torren and Varn let out small sighs of relief, then turned to the twenty newly selected Wizard Apprentices standing in front of them.

"Well, at least the number is greater than last time."

Captain Torren smiled, stroking his beard.@@novelbin@@

"Okay, I am the captain of this magic ship, Torren, and he is the Deepwatcher of this ship, Varn. And you guessed it right, we are from the Calvora Continent."

He introduced himself and his subordinates before continuing.

"Well, you might have lots of questions to ask, but as Sir Wizard said, we need to set sail tonight, so I'm quite busy, you see. So, let Varn give you a tour around the ship, explain the rules to follow, and show you to your room."

After saying that he looked at the bald man beside him and ordered,

"Varn, guide these newbies. Don't be too rough. They are our guests."

With that, Torren waved his hand dismissively and made his way toward his cabin.

"Yes, Captain. Don't worry, I'll do my best."

Varn patted his chest in mock reassurance before watching Torren disappear into his quarters. Then, turning his gaze to the crowd of curious newcomers, he smirked.

"Okay, you brats. Don't just stand there gawking. The top deck of the Silver Gull isn't where you should be loitering. Just follow me down—hurry up."