The Wizard: Grinding Experience Starting with Knight Breathing Techniques 66

Chapter 0066: The Kingdom of Eternal Night and Elsa, the [Ice Queen]. (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Today’s tavern admission was a Snowflake Beer.

The Snowflake Knight was a legendary knight who rose from the north. Legend says that when he was born, snowflakes fell, the north wind howled, and the time was the month of blazing fire (a time of intense heat, contrasting with the birth conditions).

Every era and nation has its share of legendary stories.

Li Wei drank his beer and entered the tavern.

He hadn’t been here in a long time. The various movements and sounds of people – their breathing, talking, slapping the tables, drinking – Li Wei could capture them all through his basic vibrational perception.

At this moment, he felt as if he possessed a low-level spiritual sense, like something out of a Xianxia novel (a genre of Chinese fantasy fiction).

He straightened his clothes, sat alone at a table, sipping his drink, and listened to the tavern’s bard recount the legendary tales of various knights.

Li Wei sighed inwardly. Perhaps one day, when he became a living legend himself, he would pass by this little tavern again, listening to the bard, using exaggerated artistic techniques, recounting his own true or false stories—that would be a unique experience.

“I will become a legend, I will.”

Li Wei sat in the tavern from dusk till dawn. He listened to the conversations of wandering knights and bounty hunters. From these rough, boozy men, he learned roughly about the current situation.

The refugees he had seen frozen to death by the roadside had fled from further north.

Since the millennium, it seemed as if the whole world had entered a mini ice age. Each year was colder than the last. The far north, which had been barely habitable in previous years, had become increasingly harsh. The summer months were getting shorter, and the winter months longer.

And it wasn’t just the northern lands of the Emerald Kingdom; the northern lands of the neighboring Tuva Empire were also suffering from this harsh climate.

However, neither the Emerald Kingdom nor the Tuva Empire were that far north.

The region most severely affected by this unusual cold winter was the country located at the extreme north of this continent.

The Kingdom of Eternal Night, the master of the far north, so called the “Realm of Everlasting Winter.”

This was a nation that worshipped the “Ice Goddess,” ruled by “Ice Queen” Elsa, who was said to be the “Daughter of God.”

Many of these refugees had fled from the Kingdom of Eternal Night.

If it were just the extreme cold, it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, the people of the Kingdom of Eternal Night had lived in the extreme cold for generations and could barely adapt.

But the most terrifying thing was that some refugees claimed they had seen snow monsters or evil spirits in the blizzard. These creatures brought even more violent blizzards, and the Ice Church called them “Snow Demons.”

In the past, people naturally wouldn’t believe such things, but with the increasingly frequent “evil spirit” attacks in various places in recent years, even the Holy Radiance Church had begun to admit that certain “evil spirits” existed in the world.

The Church defined evil spirits as “devil’s minions,” demons born from the seven deadly sins of mankind. They claimed it was due to the insufficient loyalty of the kingdom’s people to the Heavenly Father.

Therefore, in recent years, the Church had used this as an excuse to build churches in remote areas where there were none before, such as Li Wei’s Black Water Valley, encouraging the faithful to be more devout than ever before. Only the Heavenly Father’s holy light and the Holy Knights’ holy swords could subdue evil spirits.

In short, people now largely believed the rumors of Snow Demons.

Now, Bingfeng City was filled with fear. Wealthy nobles had begun to move south, heading to the Green Forest Province, to the warm south. Some nobles went even further south, directly planning to relocate their entire families to the Kingdom of Molten Fire, which worshipped the “Eternal Flame.”

Li Wei listened to everything in the tavern, let out a soft sigh, and muttered to himself, “This world is becoming increasingly chaotic.”

“Evil spirits, Snow Demons, the Wilderness Brothers Association, the Deathbird’s Song, ambitious nobles, the nominally existing Emerald royal power, and the overt and covert struggles between the various divine powers…”

“Being alive is really damn difficult.” Li Wei thought of the frozen corpses along the road.

“But the price of serfs will likely drop significantly in this period. I can buy more serfs to work for me.” Li Wei stood up. After sitting here all night, he had a pretty good grasp of the situation.

Finally, he posted a request in a corner of the Shining Tavern.

“Request: Giant Breathing Method or other breathing method inheritance diagrams.”

“Reward: 10 gold coins to start, negotiable. If interested, contact the breathing method collector, White Wolf Geralt, through Shining Tavern.”

Li Wei didn’t hold out much hope of finding the Giant Breathing Method, but it was worth a try.

Besides, even if there was no Giant Breathing Method, collecting other breathing methods would be excellent.

Leaving the tavern, Li Wei’s figure disappeared into the night. He walked into a deserted alley, his form shifting as he walked. Finally, Li Wei’s physique was completely different from before.

He put on his self-forged “White Wolf Mask,” made of fine iron mixed with a little mithril.

This was a replica of the “Deathbird Mask,” capable of providing protection against poison and facial injuries.

He had also personally forged a Frost’s Sorrow 2.0 version. It incorporated a piece of mithril the size of a baby’s fist. That piece of mithril alone cost Li Wei 200 gold coins. Only such a top-tier weapon could withstand the ravages of the “Ripple Power” and fully unleash the power of the Golden Cross Slash!

He also forged a slightly inferior knight’s long sword for Fred, incorporating mithril as well. Both he and his son had suffered from the drawbacks of poor weapons, and that would absolutely not happen again!

Li Wei took out a small vial containing a potent poison.

He smeared the Frost’s Sorrow with “Human-Faced Spider Tears,” and the Black Snake Dagger as well.

All preparations were complete. The time for killing had begun.

…

South of Bingfeng City lay an abandoned ancient castle. This nameless castle, centuries old, was dilapidated, and there were rumors of evil spirits haunting it. Whether or not the evil spirits were real, the castle was certainly uninhabited, and no one would venture into this gloomy and eerie place.

Passing through the dimly lit corridor, they found a hidden area. This was the Deathbird’s Song’s secret base in Bingfeng City.

Inside the castle was a converted training ground. Young members of the Deathbird organization, recruited from Bingfeng City and surrounding areas, possessing talent for the Sea Demon Breathing Technique, were practicing assassination techniques under the guidance of those called “instructors.”

Their expressions were either numb or fervent. As they practiced, they chanted the contents of the *Hymn of Shadows*.

“Only those who put death and fear behind them can become true assassins. What is an assassin? We walk in shadows. We can see the true world invisible to the eyes of those fools. Light is but an illusion, a falsehood. Shadows and darkness are the true nature of the universe.”

“Only then, after death, will you become shadow servants of the Shadow Master, forever immortal.”

An instructor was expounding the Shadow Master’s doctrine to the members, while assigning assassination missions to some novice assassins. After finishing all this, he tied a written letter to the leg of a red-eyed raven. He had been ordered to investigate the whereabouts of the organization’s top assassin, Tieshan, but to no avail. He needed to relay this information to the Pale Shadow.

According to the instructor, Tieshan was ordered to assassinate the Black Water Valley Baron, Li Wei, but there had been no news. The organization wasn’t even sure if Tieshan had even carried out the assassination. After all, as a scion of a prominent family and a top assassin, Tieshan always did things his own way.

The instructor suspected Tieshan hadn’t carried out the assassination, because he had sent people to investigate from a distance, and everything in Black Water Valley seemed normal. There was no sign that the Baron was dead.

Moreover, the instructor believed that with Tieshan’s high-level Knight realm and mastery of two breathing techniques, if he had attempted the assassination, he shouldn’t have failed.

If Tieshan failed, then only the Five Shadows within the Deathbird’s Song could succeed.

But having the Five Shadows personally assassinate a junior was something that hadn’t happened for many years.

The instructor released the raven, carrying the investigation results to the Pale Shadow.

The red-eyed raven had just taken off when a void-shattering boom echoed.

A feathered arrow exploded the raven’s head. A figure wearing a white wolf mask appeared at the end of the corridor. Behind him lay the corpses of two guards.

The White Wolf descended, untouchable!

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