After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

Allen is a commoner.

A commoner whose ancestors have not produced anyone with magical talent or fighter talent in more than ten generations.

The inheritance of Extraordinary talents is not as stable as the inevitability of the ethnicity of "going back to the ancestors for dozens of generations, every generation must have a male elder". Counting it carefully, basically every family group has had Extraordinary By.

And Alan Brant's family, since the history of the family was recorded, there has never been a noble Extraordinary.

Even the beggars who live near the Temple of Light not far from the Brant family and rely on the alms of the priests can count how many generations of their ancestors there was a magician.

The Brant family has been agonizing over this question.

Therefore, when their third son, the young Alan Brant, was detected with magical talent, the entire Brant family was in a state of turmoil.

Even Aunt Sissy, who was married in her early years and lived on the other side of the Pallister Mountains, sent a letter to her when she heard the news.There is also a beautiful quill pen as a gift.

Allen's talent is not bad, he entered Sisia just by scratching the line, and became an ordinary student in the magic class.

This made Allen very excited for a time, and he was eager to make a big career with his talent.He wanted to take his parents, siblings and leave that poor village, leave the land, wheat and farm tools, and live in a manor with wine and wine flowers.

Then recruit several manor guards, find a butler and a housekeeper.The butler must be proficient in arithmetic, and the housekeeper must be able to read and write, so that there is still time to teach the two youngest siblings to learn words——

This is the scene in Alan's dream when he first entered Sithia.

However, soon, he once again had the feeling that his life had fallen to the bottom.

It turns out that people are still different even if they also have the talent for magic.

He looked at the students in the next class who were born with talents above eight, and found in despair that he hadn't formally started magic training, and those peers had already started attacking low-level magicians of the third level.

Obviously, obviously.

In the first grade, Allen could comfort himself that those people naturally had gifts from their ancestors, so they started practicing early.However, when he was in the second grade, comparing the speed of progress of the two sides, he finally felt hopeless.

No matter how hard he tried and meditated every day, he would never be able to catch up with his classmates.

There was a thought that kept circling in his heart, and finally a sinful flower grew out.

"If only I could have such a good talent..."

"I will definitely not be as wasteful as they are, and I will meditate hard every moment, just like now."

Then, a voice appeared in his mind.

"As long as you do what I say and make that clay doll, then your wish will come true.You will have enough talent to rival anyone, and you will have supreme abilities...』

"It doesn't cost anything, just change your beliefs. 』

The black-haired, black-eyed boy with a pair of rough hands that didn't look like a magician looked up at the sky: "How should I trust you?"

"We can sign a contract.I won't ask you for anything, you just need to give me faith. 』

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"Sorry, let you see my extreme emotional side, I can only let you sleep for a while." Steady movements held Iverson's back, who was suddenly stunned by him, Allen leaned him against the corner of the wall, stretched out his hand Pressing on his chest, a pained expression appeared on his face.

If anyone stood here and watched, it would be very shocking.

Allen put his hand on his chest and grabbed it down fiercely.

The blood soaked the green magic robe in an instant, and the owner of the body seemed to be ignorant, but just continued to open his hand, flipping it at the position of the heart, and then slowly pulled it out.

As he pulled out, there seemed to be an invisible heart beating in the air, with a strong smell of blood.

However, what Allen finally took out was not his heart, but a small and exquisite clay puppet with a weird smile on his face.

This clay idol looks like it was made by a child, and even the paint on its face seems careless, so the smile is extraordinarily weird and bloody.

Allen didn't care about the appearance of this thing, he just waved it over Iverson's head, took it back, and stuffed it back into his chest.

The blood and wounds disappeared in an instant, and Allen stood up and prepared to leave. As expected, he found that his hair looked grayer.

His vitality has been reduced even more.

Sure enough, one must be careful when dealing with the devil.Although the Dark God stated that he would not receive any rewards, the ceremony he gave would have rewarded the Dark God—it was really a ridiculous play on words.

Taking a last look at Iverson, who had just been accidentally injured by himself, Allen turned pale and prepared to turn around and leave.

He signed up for the competition that Linton and the others signed up for the prize money of the game, and his teammates were still asking the teacher to make a fuss in that direction, so it was inconvenient for him to leave for too long.

Thinking of this, Allen quickly walked towards the other end of the training ground.

However, he failed to get there, because two guys who came out of nowhere stopped in front of him, and the expressions on their faces were not very good-looking.

"Is it you who was singing the Dark God in the corner just now?"

Anlan was the first to speak. He was holding a prop given to him by the Temple of Light in his hand, which could detect the magic power of special existences with dark attributes.

Linton, who took a half step back, watched Alan closely, carefully observing the other's every move, to prevent him from showing signs of running away.

"...you have found the wrong person."

Anlan smiled: "Even denying the situation of the person we are looking for, don't you think it's too fast and deliberate?"

Allen was silent for two seconds: "It is true that I am not offering sacrifices to the God of Darkness. Isn't it normal for such a sensitive question to directly explain that I am not?"

"It makes some sense, but... the thing in my hand can detect the existence of the dark god's breath, are you sure you want me to activate it?"

Alan's pupils shrank instantly, and a few drops of water flashed through his eyes, and finally he calmed down with a forced calm.

"You can try as much as you want."

Facing the same skeptical gazes of Linton and Ann Lane, Allen seemed to suddenly have a feeling that he was sure of winning, and his voice was flat.

"I'm not guilty."