Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

"Is that even human?"

The crowd's words varied, but the gist remained the same: Everyone seemed to have seen something they didn't expect.

"Silence!"

Seeing the crowd getting out of control and not taking him seriously, Varn finally couldn't take it and shouted in a loud voice that was particularly piercing to the ear.

Ian could feel that although the sound appeared normal, it had a slightly stunning effect that could make one feel disoriented.

'Is this his ability?'

Ian thought while looking at others who stopped their ramblings abruptly as if affected by something. Stay connected via My Virtual Library Empire

"Didn't I say not to come up? Why are you here?"

After silencing everyone, Varn swiftly turned around to look at the culprit who was the cause of the crowd's displeasure or disgust.

"Boss, everything has been loaded as you ordered. It is time to pull the anchor out. It will be hard to do it once the night falls. I won't enter the depth if it is night, you know that."

However, the person in question neither cared about Varn's scolding nor the crowd's disgust. He just talked about what he came for with a hoarse voice, which caused the loose skin under his neck to tremble automatically.

The reason why, as soon as he appeared, the crowd frowned in disgust was because of his very appearance.

If Varn and Torren only had slight modifications on their bodies that went unnoticed by most, then this guy was the exact opposite.

Fish-like skin covered with scales and a sheen of mucus, legs, and fingers webbed like a sea creature, and visible gills right below his neck that constantly opened and closed as if breathing—giving him a grotesque, unsettling appearance.

His eyes were fierce and predatory, with sharp, slit-like pupils and pale, focused irises that seemed to pierce through everything they looked at.

However, Ian noticed that although he seemed inhuman and eerie, there was a subtle balance in everything, making him functional.

'Why do I feel like I know him?'

Ian thought as he found this person quite familiar. So, he began to think about the plot, not paying attention to their conversation.

"Borris, I know what to do. I was just about to return. Didn't I say not to come up before? Why are you not listening? Look what you have done now. Do you want me to get scolded by the sir Wizard?"

Varn chided the guy in front, who was busy looking at the crowd with his pale eyes, making all of them flinch as his eyes seemed like those of a hunter looking at its prey.

"I know. I was just curious if there is anyone who can catch my eye."

Borris answered while laughing a bit, causing his gills to shake slightly. He didn't seem to take Varn's order too seriously.

"Well, well... there are indeed some good ones. Haha, my brother would love to teach such talents."

After scanning everyone one by one, Borris suddenly stopped at one figure and commented happily.

"Hm? Is there really one that can catch your eye?"

Varn was about to ask him to return when he heard his joyful voice, causing him to look at the youngsters in front.

You know, although Borris looked inhuman, he was a genuine Third-Class Wizard Apprentice. He was just a failed product of a wizard's transmutation research—done by none other than his brother.

However, although a failure, his ability was nothing to scoff at. The most terrifying aspect of his power was his predatory eyes, which could gauge danger, help him in combat, and even allow him to see a person's talent and realm as soon as he looked at them.

It was truly a broken skill in the sense that it worked even on those at a higher realm than him.

This ability gave him an edge, even when facing a First-Ring Wizard since he wasn't a traditional Third-Class Wizard Apprentice in the first place but rather a product of his brother's research.

He also possessed some uncanny abilities that only he knew of. And he was someone who had truly faced the danger at a close range.

That's why after hearing Borris's words, Varn put aside his reprimand and looked at the figure who Borris was looking at intently.

"Hey, kid, what is your name?"

He then found out that the one who had a good talent was actually the same person who asked him about the bottom layer just now.

So, this time, he asked his name with a smile, appearing like a friendly neighbor.

"Carl!"

Unlike other people, Carl wasn't too surprised seeing Borris's appearance and didn't even flinch when he was looked at by those predatory eyes.

Well, he was already a Wizard, after all, even though he hadn't learned the Tier 1 Spell yet. So, he had his pride and didn't take them seriously at all.

Instead, he was curious about what Borris's eyes saw in him that made him so happy.

"Carl, huh... haha, good name, good name. Kid, you seem to have great talent. You're already so strong in such a barren place. It's truly a miracle."

Borris first praised him for his strength and then continued,

"Hey, I'm happy that this time there's finally someone worth looking at. So, how about I give you an opportunity... huh?"

Borris seemed pleased with Carl's talent as he finished looking at him and was about to propose some so-called opportunity when he saw someone at the side inadvertently, causing him to stop.

Carl was also confused and looked in the direction where Borris was looking, only to see Aurora fidgeting beside Ian, as if uncomfortable from being stared at by that fierce gaze.

"Hey, boss. Why is there a dreg here? Aren't only those who are qualified allowed to travel on this ship?"

Borris suddenly asked, confused, causing Varn to stop looking at Carl and then focused on Aurora.

"Hm? Are you sure she is a dreg? She came with the Sir Wizard, though. It shouldn't be the case."

He raised his eyebrows, not believing that to be true.

When did a bona fide wizard begin to care about a mortal? In his long career sailing this sea, he hadn't heard of a single case like this.

"Boss, don't you know my ability? When have I ever made a mistake? She doesn't have an ounce of talent to become a wizard. In fact, I can't even feel a trace of mana on her."

Borris retorted while flaring up his gills. His gaze never left Aurora's figure as if confirming the truth.

"She is even lower than we were before," he then added in disgust.

"Hmm... That's indeed true. So, this time even a dreg is mixed up in this bunch? Heh, good, good. Do we now even have to serve such a waste? Aren't they taking it too far?"

Varn smiled a little ferociously as if remembering something and then pointed at Aurora.

"You, girl. Come here. Tell us why you can come here when you are such a dreg. Don't you know only those who are qualified can board this ship? Even Sir Wizard cannot violate that rule."

At last, he seemed quite irritated as he didn't even care about bringing up the Wizard.

It seemed he was pissed off that Ron allowed such a waste on this ship, which was assigned to carry qualified wizard apprentices.

"Ian!"

Aurora never thought that she would be spotted even while standing silently all the time.

Moreover, due to the ferocious appearance of Borris and the piercing voice of Varn, she felt quite afraid and unconsciously called Ian, getting closer to him.

Due to all the events in the Ignisia Tower, she began to have an unconscious trust in this man whom she had only met for a day.@@novelbin@@

"Boss, how about you let me ask her? I don't think that Wizard cares about this waste. Otherwise, wouldn't he have already warned us? After all, Deepsire cannot be crossed by such a person this easily."

"And that Wizard knows we hate dregs the most."

Borris then added with a weird smile,

"Maybe, it is a reward."

His attention was now completely drawn to Aurora and he even forgot Carl, who he had just spotted and called a talent. Well, he seemed to have priority.

"Hey, that's my friend... don't you dare..."

"Ah, now I remember. You're that ugly bastard. I almost forgot about you."

Carl heard what Borris said and immediately understood their intention. So, he hurriedly wanted to warn when a discontented voice stopped him.

"Hey, Ian. What are you mumbling about this time? Do you want me to kill them? They're quite annoying."

Lyra heard his mumbling, completely ignoring the situation around them, and asked if he wanted her to kill those guys.

In fact, although she was jealous that he cared about Aurora, she had already accepted her as Ian's. So, their attention on her had already irked her sensitive nerves, not to mention the gaze of that ugly bastard was quite annoying.

Fortunately, he wasn't paying attention to her; otherwise, she would have already attacked.

"Hm? Haha, don't be too reckless. We need their help to cross this sea, after all."