Chapter 502 WHAT PUNISHMENT WOULD YOU PREFER
"Let's have a small talk with him."
With an eerie smile, Arthur strode inside Darius' tent.
There, he found a man tied to a rope. A small piece of cloth was stuck in his mouth.
It was the same man who was going after Veronica to kill her and sell her body parts to the Magic Tower.
When Arthur arrived, Zinnia pulled the piece of cloth out of his mouth harshly.
"Argh! What do you think you are doing to me? Who do you think you are? Do you know what I can do to you? A slut like you won't understand anything!"
The man spoke garbage the moment his mouth was free. His furious gaze was focused on the redhead.
Zinnia's eyebrows trembled.
Bastard, it looks like you will die in my hands," she said.
"And you think you will get away with it?" the man berated. "Do you know who I am?!"
"Do you know who I am?"
A chilling voice made the magician flinch. He turned his head and finally saw who spoke.
There was no magician on earth who didn't know what the Master of the Magic Tower looked like.
Even if they didn't recognize his face, the aura he emitted and the intense mana light was enough for any wizard to know who he was.
His aura sent chills down the magician's spine. He gulped.
"Ma-master!" he called out while giving a deep bow.
"So, you know who I am. You aren't as ignorant as I thought you were," Arthur commented.
"You jest, Master!" the magician said. "Who doesn't know you? They should just burn in hell."
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Is that so?"
"Most certainly, Master! It's just...." The magician hesitantly continued, "... I don't understand why a small magician like me has been summoned."
He was nervous. It could be shown in his eyes. His eyelids were also shaking slightly, betraying his anxiety.
He took a trip down memory lane and tried to find out if he had broken any codes.
All magicians had to follow codes. The codes were the rules of the magic world.
If someone wanted to become a magician, the first thing they would have to do was memorize the codes. The codes were like the law in the magic world.
After some thought, the magician realized he had made no mistakes. He didn't break any code. Thus, he relaxed a little.
Nevertheless, he was unable to manage his anxiety. He sensed that something wasn't right.
From the ground, the Master of the Magic Tower appeared to be a giant rock due to his magnificent existence. The magician was out of breath from it.
Arthur stated, "You said a person who doesn't recognize me should burn in hell. Say, how should a person be punished if they cannot recognize my beloved wife?"
Without understanding the situation, the magician replied, "They should also burn in hell. Death will be forgiving for those wretched fellows."
"Nothing can be a better punishment than that." Darius chuckled, feeling amused. "Wise judgment. Since he said so himself, there is nothing wrong with punishing him for the crime."
This time, the magician knew something was definitely wrong. He looked around nervously.
"Crime? Punishment? What is happening?"
Zinnia lazily answered, "You couldn't recognize the Mistress of the Magic Tower. Furthermore, you tried to kill her and her fellow members. You eventually ended up killing her childhood friend. She is in grief. What a grave crime you committed."
"I... I don't understand..."
The magician's eyes darted around. He was freaking out.
"Remember this?" while asking, Arthur threw him a piece of paper.
The magician stared at the paper. He recognized the paper as soon as he saw it.
It was a wanted notice he ordered and Veronica's physical details were written there.
At first, he couldn't understand what was wrong with the poster but then a sudden realization came to him.
"This... this..." the magician stuttered.
"That woman there is the Mistress of the Magic Tower. Remember the silver-haired woman?" Zinnia inquired.
"That... that has nothing to do with me! I have no hands in it!"
The magician started to defend himself but it was futile. No one believed him.
Darius snorted. "You don't have to lie too hard. One of our comrades was there with her. He is also the one who brought you here."
The magician's face paled. He stared at Arthur with frightened eyes.
"Aww, look, Arthur. He is scared, like an adorable bunny," Zinnia mocked. "What should I do? I want to bring Veronica here to show what state he is in."
"No need; she is sleeping," Arthur denied.
"That's too bad," Zinnia pretended to feel sorrow. "Shall we execute the punishment?"
Arthur coldly gazed at the magician and said, "Death will only reward you. That's why, according to your statement, I will punish you for eternity. As long as this earth exists, you shall burn in this desert. You will never die. You will never faint. You will feel your entire body burning every second. Your flesh will fry, your blood will dry up and your bones will sizzle but when everything is over, your body will rebuild on its own and start burning again. It's never-ending."
The magician was ghastly pale. His body limped when he heard his punishment.
"I was wrong, Master! I was wrong!! Please forgive this wretched servant! Please give me death!"
No matter how he begged or cried, Arthur paid no attention. His face was void of emotions. Death's dark aura was surrounding him, making him look like a god of death.
Darius dragged the magician outside and Merlin executed the punishment. With his magic staff, he created a fire pit. That's where Darius kicked the magician inside.
They could only hear the man howling.
Arthur frowned in annoyance. "I don't like his voice."
Merlin cast another spell to cover the sound.
From now on, everyone would notice the bonfire without knowing that someone was being punished right in front of their eyes.
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