I Do Daily Quests In Wizard World

The next day, Lynn found Bowa at the address Lauren said.

Who are you looking for? My husband has gone out. If you have anything to do with my husband, you can talk to him when he comes back. Bowa looked warily at the boy who suddenly ran to her house. She didn't recognize him.

Lynn smiled.

You're Bowa, right? Lynn said.

Bowa looked at Lynn vigilantly, and she basically never said her real name to the outside world.

I'm a friend of your husband's, Lynn said.

Bowa lowered her head and continued to wash the vegetables, her lips were slightly pursed, and she just said nothing, she didn't believe it. My husband just went out, and he'll be right back.

This popped up from a friend who claimed to be the husband.

Lynn took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

Looking at the pocket watch in Lynn's hand.

Bowa's eyebrows twitched.

She is very familiar with this pocket watch. She bought it for her husband on his birthday. He likes it very much and is reluctant to wear it. But he keeps it in his bosom and often plays with it and shows it off to his friends.

Can you show me?

Lynn handed Beauva the pocket watch.

Bowa took it over and looked at the pocket watch in his hand. There was a small gap on the dial in the upper right corner.

It's Lauren's watch.

Are you really Lauren's friend? Beauvois asked.

That's right, Lynn said.

Is he still alive? Bova asked.

Lynn paused. He felt that saying Lauren was dead was not a good answer, so he said, He's still alive.

Then why didn't he come to me. The red-haired woman frowned, a little worried.

It's not convenient for him now, Lynn said.

Why is it inconvenient? Did he find another woman to abandon me? Bowa said, If he asked you to compensate me, then you can take it back.

Bowa continued to wash the dishes with her head down.

Lin En couldn't help laughing. As expected of a husband and wife, he guessed his purpose before he even said it.

I'll just treat him as dead, and I can live on my own. Bowa lowered her head.

This woman's stubbornness was beyond Lynn's imagination.

Lynn felt that no matter what, Bowa should at least have the right to know. In too many stories, because of a little misunderstanding, conflicts between lovers and husbands and wives resulted in tragedies.

Lynn doesn't like this.

He stared into Powa's eyes, He had some accidents.

What's wrong with him! Bowa suddenly raised her head, her dark green eyes were full of worry, and the dishes she was washing in her hands were directly wrung off.

If he turns into someone you don't know, becomes a little strange, and even scares you at a glance, then would you still want to see him? Lynn said eloquently.

I would like to see him! Maybe I might be a little scared at first, but I can adapt. Bova said. Just like his bad personality, he always likes to snore when he sleeps, but I still get used to it.

I also think it's best for him to come and explain to you in person. Lynn smiled.

He'll explain it to you himself later, ma'am.

Lynn came out of the slums and found Fork Street all the way after asking passers-by.

Fork Street is an older street in Bangor Harbour.

In this ever-changing port city, old means dilapidated.

But Fork Street was unexpectedly clean and tidy.

Tall plane trees are planted on both sides of the spacious street.

On both sides are three-story small houses and independent small courtyards separated by small fences.

There is a small door sign on the stone pillar next to the gate of each house.

1 Fork Street, 2 Fork Street, ..., 13 Fork Street.

Lynn walked to the end of the street.

The gate is closed, but the lock of the small door to the left of the gate is open.

The small door was ajar, as if welcoming him.

Lynn pushed open the door and walked in. There were thick fallen leaves piled up on the ground in the yard, which hadn't been cleared for an unknown period of time.

The main entrance, including the first floor of the house, was also ajar.

Lynn walked in.

On the sofa in the living room, a familiar figure wearing a cloak turned his back to Lynn.

Teacher. Lynn said.

Well, it seems that you are very satisfied with your current life. Angelet said lightly.

Students always want to find a teacher, they just don't know how to find a teacher, Lynn said.

Angelet didn't get entangled in this topic.

Take it. Angelet took out a brass-colored quaint ring from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Teacher, this is. Lynn asked.

Just look at it. Angelet said.

Lynn picked up the ring from the table.

Pour spiritual power into it, Angelet said.

Now Lynn is familiar with this kind of thing. After injecting spiritual power into this ring, Lynn sensed a void.

The area of ​​this space is not very large, about the size of a classroom.

But this size is also relative. At least this area is very convenient for Lynn to put his belongings.

Although the alchemy laboratory can also store items, the way it is opened determines that it is not as convenient as this ring.

Inside the ring was a bookshelf with fourteen books on it.

Illustrated Handbook of Lower Necromancer Creatures, Illustrated Handbook of Lower Natural Creatures, Introductory Handbook of Necronomic Variation.

Many of them are illustrations or knowledge related to mutation knowledge.

But what Lynn remembers the most are the four books with black covers and white fonts next to him.

It's like a series with the sleeping spell that Angelet gave himself back then.

It was written in words that Lynn couldn't understand, but after just a glance, he understood the meaning of these words.

Lesser Fireball, Mage Hand, Thorn Whip, Lesser Illusion

A total of four spell skills!

In addition, there is a gray wizard robe, and ten egg-sized, dark blue crystal-shaped stones that exude a crystal luster.

Finally, there is a crystal bottle, which contains a bottle of boiling red liquid.

The crystal bottle was simply placed in place, and there was no heating device around it, but the red liquid inside was boiling violently, bubbling and bubbling.

Although I don't know what it is, but from Lynn's only knowledge of mutations, this bottle of red liquid should be the blood essence of some kind of magical creature.

This gift is too great, and for Lynn now, its value is immeasurable.

Lynn felt a little flustered.

If you don't have anything to do, you can either rape or steal. It's a little uneasy for a young apprentice to take such a thing.

Teacher, this gift is too big for me to take. Lynn said.

Do you remember what I told you back then? Angelet said slowly.

Lynn's expression became serious, and his attitude became serious.

Wizards pay attention to equivalent exchange. Lynn said, What does the teacher need me to do?

Angelet smiled, with a kind smile on his thin cheeks, It's a very simple thing.

Teacher, please tell me. Lin En felt that this matter might not be simple.

It's easy for you to board the ship that is docked at the port five months later, Angelet said.

Lynn didn't speak, he knew there must be a follow-up, it couldn't be that simple.

After boarding, the ship will eventually stop at an island. On the island, you will undergo a selection process. This selection will determine which academy you wizard apprentices can enter.

The smile on Angelet's face was even brighter: And what you need to do is, in this selection, kill all the noble wizard apprentices who boarded the ship in Bangor Port.

A sentence that Mr. Angelet said before suddenly popped up in Lynn's mind - destiny has already marked the price on all gifts.

It's better today, resume normal update, there will be more later.