Netheril’s Brilliance

The night fell on this land again. Unlike the small town of Nieran, which was still a little noisy, the entire area around the White Tower was completely dead silent. Due to the leakage of the breath of the abyss, a large area of ​​land was polluted into a strange black red color. Whether it was insects or fine grass, they all turned into twisted remains.

Under the increasing wind, the only remaining remains will also turn into fine flying debris and completely disappear in the vast night!

The weather in the small town of Nieran is very gloomy. The howling wind, oppressive air, and pervasive humidity all indicate that a heavy rain is coming. The townspeople who have been busy all day can't care about relaxing their sore shoulders. Pack up the things outside. Long-term experience tells people that this heavy rain must be heavy, and those rags that are crumbling in the light rain cannot continue to protect their belongings!

In the White Tower, Punk, who was researching a formal-grade alchemy potion, received a notification from the early warning circle arranged outside the White Tower that his pre-booked apprentice assistant had arrived.

The arrival of the apprentice assistant was already expected by Punk. After all, an apprentice-level mage has no concealment in front of the official-level divination spell.

Punk, who was studying the bottleneck state, was a little displeased with the visitor's interruption. The prophecy spell clearly showed that this little mage had arrived in the town very early, and he didn't know what he was doing until he came so late!

Punk, who is fully committed to a formal potion research job, is not in the mood to explore the little girl's itinerary. He has too many things to do, and a lot of spells need to be practiced and researched. The practice of super magic skills is urgent. I hope this apprentice can be smart Some, that would save me a lot of time.

Putting down the tools in his hands unhurriedly, carefully sorting the half-processed materials into categories and placing them on the trays that isolate the flow of energy, Punk turned indifferently and opened the gate of the White Tower.

Bilan stood tremblingly in front of the gate of the White Pagoda. The majestic gate was three times as high as Bilan's. The white gate panel was a neat piece of marble without any cracks. The entire White Pagoda was like this. It looks like a square tower carved directly from marble.

But the white marble pagoda did not give Bilan a sense of whiteness and cleanliness. On the contrary, just standing in front of the door, Bilan could feel a filthy and evil aura spreading over the entire hill. In the cold wind, she only felt like countless fierce ghosts surrounded her body, and this white tower was more like a monster that would choose to devour people. The dangerous and bloody aura made Bi Lan feel an urge to turn around and run away from the bottom of her heart. rise.

boom!

The gate of the White Pagoda opened suddenly, and the loud sound seemed to be beating the drums in the soul in the dead of night. Bi Lan was so frightened that she trembled all over, and she didn't slow down until she took two steps back to look inside the gate.

The hooded boy at the door has a face that makes girls jealous. He is wearing a blue robe, his light blue hair is covered by the hood, and half of his white hands are covered by the robe.

However, in Bi Lan's eyes, these were not the characteristics that impressed her the most, only those pair of cold blue eyes made the trembling girl feel chills all over her body. Under the gaze of those terrifying pupils, Bi Lan Lan just felt that he had completely forgotten all the various rhetoric he had thought up along the way.

Now, she can't say a word!

Punk looked at the girl standing in front of the door trembling like a kitten facing a hungry wolf and frowned slightly. He was very happy that more and more people saw his first impression was no longer Wow~ so beautiful Boy paper, but this kind of bloody expression made Punk not happy again, why all of them made themselves look like monsters crawling out of the abyss! As for being so scared?

You are late, come in!

Punk, who was still obsessed with the experiment, had no time to pay attention to Bilan who had been standing still for more than ten seconds. In his opinion, this little girl (who was obviously older than you) was not mentally fit to be his experimental assistant, and It seems that this little girl still belongs to the camp of neutrality and kindness, and it is impossible for him to dismember a living person for her.

Feeling the little girl behind him walking timidly into the White Tower, Punk immediately controlled the gate and closed it firmly. He found that what he thought of being able to easily recruit apprentices was too taken for granted, and he blatantly opened the abyss portal more than It's easier for people to misunderstand (misunderstand?) what you think. Those mages who are smarter and timid than the other would choose to risk their lives to become apprentices.

This point can actually be known by referring to the Zhentarim Society created by the red-robed mages of the standard evil camp. Has anyone heard of the Zhentarim Society having voluntary enrollment? Looting potential apprentices all over the world and forcing them to enroll, I believe that no matter how much knowledge is tempted, no matter how many opportunities to wait, except for a few crazy guys, no one is willing to take the risk of going to the experimental stage at any time Find a mage of the evil camp that you can never resist as a mentor.

This is what the prestige is for. It may not bring you strength, it may carry a boring burden, but the prestige itself must not be ignored, at least until you have the strength to hit the world!

Punk felt that he probably had a deeper understanding of prestige.

But now...

Punk turned around, looked into Bilan's eyes indifferently, and began to explain his life plan for this little apprentice in a completely commanding tone:

I know your name is Bi Lan. Starting today, I allow you to call me a mentor. Your daily task is to clean the White Tower, organize experimental materials, and clean up...

After a slight pause, Punk glanced at the piles of minced meat and offal in the corner.

Bi Lan also looked away, and only then did she realize what those dark things piled up in the corner were.

With Punk's reminder, she quickly recognized that those things were pieces of broken meat and broken bones. Bi Lan finally knew what the strange smell she had been feeling since entering the White Tower... It was clearly the smell of blood in the air!

Staring wide-eyed at the pile of wriggling minced meat, Bi Lan felt a tumbling sensation in her stomach, and a strong nausea rushed from her abdomen to her throat.

Resisting the desire to vomit, the girl who saw this tragic scene for the first time had tears in her eyes, but she still insisted on listening to Punk's next arrangement!

A sudden intuition told the girl that if she showed any signs of disobedience now... she would die! Will die miserably!

Punk paused for a while. He looked at the fussy Bilan and felt more and more deceived. This alchemist couldn't even accept such a small scene. Should he spare time to take care of his servant? Luo Is this what Talan delivered a full week late? That was such a disappointment to him!

If it wasn't for Punk knowing that if he killed the trash in front of him, he would not only fight against the dwarf warrior of the kind and lawful camp in Dorez City after he had confirmed his identity as an evil mage, but also no second mage would come over. As an apprentice for himself, he really wants to slaughter this seemingly useless thing as a test product now, just as the number of slaves for experiments is not enough...

Sighing secretly, Punk comforted himself: It's okay, arrange some work in the future to let this little girl get used to it, it will come in handy to some extent!

Having calmed down the irritability caused by the failure of the experiment and the incompetence of the assistants (mainly the former), Punk continued to clearly arrange the life plan he had already made for the apprentices against the pale Bi Lan!

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