Assassination career from full level

The moment Jill opened the door, he smelled a mixture of various decaying substances. The air contained the stench of mold, sweat stains, and ink made of some kind of biological oil. In the basement, there were no lights around, and it was as quiet as a tomb.

"It's here."

Ingram said, standing on tiptoe, trying to place the ball of light in his hand somewhere, and when Ingram's ball of light touched something, the entire basement miraculously lit up, and the light shone from the surrounding walls After coming out, Jill looked closely at the glowing wall curiously, and found that every brick and tile in the wall was a light source. Although it was very weak, so many bricks and tiles emitted light, even if it was very weak, it was enough to illuminate the place. basement.

The entire basement is divided into two parts. One side can be said to be a pile of debris, and there is a huge bed as Ingram said. This bed alone occupies almost a quarter of the entire basement. A quarter of them are books, there are hundreds of ancient books like the one Jill saw Ingram reading in the cafeteria, and they can be piled up in three piles up to the ceiling, which is more than enough.Contrary to the chaos on this side, the other side of the basement is empty, nothing is placed there, there are only magic formulas and some calculation processes composed of distorted bug corpses and regular geometric figures, these dark inks flow from the ceiling stretches to the floor.

Ingram stood barefoot among these spells, as if checking something.

"...so dirty." Jill expressed her feelings intuitively.

Ingram glanced around, and finally stared at Jill: "Do you want to clean it?"

"No, this place is much better than when I was in Bolf." Jill sat down on the big bed indifferently, looked at the spells around Ingram casually, and suddenly asked, "Is that the root of the [root]?" ]?"

What Jill was referring to was the most conspicuous and huge spell on the wall. The shape of the spell was like a tree, with the branches connecting the ceiling and the floor. At the end of the branches, there were many shapes like eyes. , Ordinary people who have never learned magic will feel a chill rushing from the back of their necks just by looking at it, as if they are being monitored and stared at by something, while for magic fanatics, [root] is the only Faith is the origin of all magic. All magic formulas are based on the [root] formula, and mastering the [root] means mastering everything.

Jill has seen magicians use the [root] spell, but usually those magicians only use part of the [root] to complete the spell, and even if they only use part of the [root] spell, those magicians are It is necessary to add a series of auxiliary spells to complete the activation of the [root], not to mention using the complete [root] spell.

Undoubtedly, what is presented to Jill at this moment is precisely a activated and complete [root] spell.

"Yes, the complete [root] technique, Ingram is very powerful, right?" Ingram shook his sleeves to show off to Jill.

"Don't you have an auxiliary technique?"

"No, for magic, primordial means powerful. The purer something is, the more powerful it is. Auxiliary spells will only weaken the power of [root] spells. Only those incompetent humans will rely on complicated Those who are incompetent do not realize it at all. The inability to activate the [root] is not because of the error in the auxiliary spell, but because their weak magic power cannot be recognized by the spell. , so it cannot be started."

"That is to say, have you been admitted?"

Ingram laughed: "Ingram is called the 'son of the root' by my father, because even the most primitive [root] spell, Ingram can activate... Jill really doesn't know anything , don’t you learn about magic in the north?”

"In the words of Kievan Rus, I trust the sword in my hand more than magic. I have never seen magic since I was a child, although people around me often say that when the southern magician sings, the northerners rely on the sword in their hand. You can take ten heads, but my father told me that magicians are actually very powerful, because they can do things that they can't do with just the sword in their hands, yes, for example, as you said, manipulating Stars or something." Jill looked at Ingram and smiled.

"Does Jill's father regard magic as a miracle? But most people don't. What can't hurt others is not considered power, and what can't be destroyed is not considered useful. There is only one standard for measuring the strength of magic." , that is, what kind of destruction can be caused, those incompetent people simply don’t understand, they simply don’t understand, how beautiful magic is,” Ingram put his hands on the [root] formula on the wall, his face As if he was rubbing against some soft plush toy, he carefully stuck to the spell, and the spell seemed to respond to him, emitting a white shimmer, and then Ingram smiled and looked at Jill: "But I think Jill will definitely understand."

"It's hard to say, the magic I've seen is not beautiful at all." Jill lay down on the bed.

"Written by those incompetent, how could the killing-oriented magic be beautiful?" Jill felt the bed shaking, and it was Ingram who climbed up, and he jumped up and down on the mattress angrily: "For real In terms of magic, death is just an accessory for embellishment, and Ingram will show Jill what real magic is in a few days!"

three days later.

Jill was sitting on the bed with a heavy magic book, watching it boredly, while Ingram was still kneeling on the floor on all fours and scribbling and changing all over the magic circle with black ink, even if Jill didn't know anything about magic People who have seen it know that this technique has basically been completed, and Ingram is basically just making final adjustments.

Ingram lifted himself up, stretched his waist, looked back at Jill who was reading a book, and ran to Jill waving the sleeves of his white robe that Jill had just cleaned yesterday and today was stained with black ink. Beside him, like a cat, got into Jill's arms from under Jill's arm. Jill seemed to be used to his behavior, so he simply sat back to make Ingram's nest more comfortable. Ingram glanced at the book , looked back at Jill again: "Can Jill understand? This book."

"It's okay, it's interesting, and I can pass some time."

"This is not a book that the incompetent can read. Jill is very smart. How about it? Do you want to learn magic?"

"No, I prefer to use a sword rather than magic." Jill picked up a blood-stained object beside her and said.

In fact, even if it is a compliment, it is difficult to say that the thing in Jill's hand is a sword. It is just a piece of bamboo that Jill cut down on the first day here. The side that is not sharpened is probably counted as the hilt. Ingram doubts whether this thing can kill people, and even insists on adding a strengthened curse seal to it, but Jill refused. Until yesterday, Jill took The sword killed three people who came to try to take Ingram away, and Ingram finally calmed down.

What made Ingram even more happy was that Jill solved it very quickly, without delaying his time to sleep in Jill's arms at night.

Ingram looked at the bamboo sword: "There should be someone more powerful today. I wonder if Ingram's father will come?"

"Is your father the Pope? Isn't he very busy? And he still came to such a ruin."

"But it's the first time Ingram has used such a powerful magic. Ingram hopes that Dad can also come here to see."

"I don't want your father to come here at all," Jill closed the book and said, "Because I heard that the Pope is the best magician among human beings. If he knows, I will kill three of his men and kidnap him." If he loses his son, I will really die without a place to bury him."

"Ah," Ingram froze for a moment, as if he had just thought of this, and then said, "Then it's better for Dad not to come."

Jill grinned and rumpled Ingram's tangled hair, then hugged it aside, picked up the bamboo sword and hopped off the bed.

"What is Jill going to do?"

"What are you doing...Of course you are going to see the stars. Isn't your technique capable of manipulating the stars? Can't you finish it today?"

"Well, if it can be done, Jill will just watch it outside!"

Jill looked at Ingram who was bouncing around and went back to immerse himself in the formation, yawned, and stepped on the stairs leading to the surface. Of course, Jill did go to see the stars, but at the same time, he had to deal with those who came to disturb him. People, through some small means near the church, Jill knew that there were still three people who came this time. The people who came last time were two magicians and a priest, all of which belonged to the magic category, and Jill's sword They are good at speed, so their throats were pierced before they finished chanting the spell. Presumably they should be smarter this time and bring a warrior who can buy time for chanting.

Even so, Jill didn't panic at all.

Coming out of the basement, Jill involuntarily took a deep breath of fresh air. A few beams of moonlight shot in from the dilapidated church roof, barely illuminating the surrounding environment. Weeds broke through the hard floor tiles and grew out. In a bunch of weeds, a pink flower bloomed, and a blue butterfly rested on it.

Moon Butterfly.

It is said that the cocoon of the Moon Butterfly can only hatch under the moonlight. Where the moonlight does not shine, or the moonlight suddenly disappears during hatching, it will cause the hatching of the Moon Butterfly to fail. Except for the tree elves who worship the Moon Goddess, they will deliberately protect the cocoon. This kind of butterfly, other races let it fend for itself because the moon butterfly is useless, what's more, in human culture, seeing the moon butterfly is considered to be a sign of disaster, so the moon butterfly is in the human race. It is especially rare on the mainland.

Jill just glanced at it, and then sat on the podium in the center of the church. The ceiling on the podium had collapsed long ago. From here, Jill could see the stars outside. He planned to wait here tonight. people.