Chapter 123 Forty-two

• Zara stilled, her blood running cold as his words replayed in her head over and over again. He knew_ he knew who Carl was there. Then why had he chosen to remain silent? Perhaps he didn't know who Carl was exactly and only sensed his soul presence in the palace. She finally whirled over to face him, a little sense of relief washing over her at that thought but that relief was immediately dispelled following the wizard's next words.
• "Did you think that little ritual was meant to only find the soul of a dead person?" He immediately backed it up with an answer
• "That's just a little lie I told the king, the ritual was meant to find Carl's soul. So whether he's dead of alive, it will find his soul. And guess what Zara, it's the king's righthand. I know you're very well aware of that," His face contoured into a wicked smile and mischief flashed through his gaze. As for Zara, her fingers dug into her skin as she listened to him unable to form words. The universe or whatever was controling their fates seem to be keen on plunging them onto a path of unfortunate circumstances over and over again and as she stare at this wizard, she knew he was their nemesis. A thorn thrusted onto their path to further stir their misery.