The Primordial Wizard

Master Fire Passer, what do you mean?

Caruso asked tentatively with eager eyes.

We can give it a try, use Milne as a pilot, in the center of the most dangerous enemy's rule, instigate rebellion against their cornerstone of rule, do you dare?

Ace stared at Varen and Carlos, and said word by word.

Carloso, who was born as a gladiatorial slave, especially hated the rule of the gods. In addition, in the Demon Hunting Wilderness, he was chased and killed by the gods like a lost dog, which made him hate the gods to the bone. Can't wait to say: Why don't you dare.

Varen was a little cautious, and after thinking about it, he replied: We are currently in a duo-headed operation mode throughout Milne, and Carlos and I each control half of the roster of personnel, and conduct isolated top-down single-line management.

Even if one of us falls, the other will not be affected.

I propose to experiment with a thread I have in hand, and try to scatter a few spellbooks in a small area first.

In Milne City, in order to hide themselves, every apprentice wizard gave himself a code name. Except for the seniors who developed him, theoretically no one knew his real name and identity.

If exposed, it is most likely that his predecessors were also exposed.

In the ninth block of Milne City, bastards, prostitutes, alcoholics, fugitives, and gamblers all gather here. This is the most chaotic place in Milne. It is called Milne's sewer. Even the wisest The administrative officials are also indifferent to the management of this place.

In the ninth block, at the southwest corner, there was a low and dark room, in which a large cellar was corroded by acid, and two people were whispering in the cellar.

Witt, this is an opportunity that only comes once every three years, and you must seize it.

Said a somewhat hoarse middle-aged male magnetic voice.

There was a silence.

Werther, what are you hesitating about? You can't bear to part with that beautiful noble girl? You can have an affair with her once, but it is impossible for you to be together. You are an apprentice wizard, and you can only hide in this dirty sewer, carefully Researching magic. Once the punishers find out, they will be hanged on a dead tree outside the city.

The hoarse voice seemed a little tired and angry. He panted heavily, trying to restrain his emotions, and continued to speak to the silent Werther in a gentle tone.

You are the most talented wizard apprentice I have ever seen, you are a natural overclocker, you have been promoted from a junior apprentice to an intermediate apprentice in less than a year, and you have quick thinking, brain-burning logic, and dazzling mathematics For you it is as simple as adding wood to a fire.

You are my pride, Werther, and the luckiest thing in my life is to have discovered you.

Go to the High Tower, there is a real magical society, where we are not gutter rats, but respected wizard apprentices, where blood will no longer be noble, only knowledge and magic are respected.

A very clear voice sounded in the cellar: I also yearn for the tower,

I also yearn to live in the sun, but I can't leave here, I can't leave Misha. Misha is different from those aristocratic nobles, she is a simple and kind girl, I want to be with her. Misha's parents have said that as long as I can become a citizen, they are willing to marry Misha to me.

The hoarse voice seemed to be irritated by Werther, he panted heavily, taking deep breaths to keep himself calm instead of roaring.

Think about it for yourself. If you miss this time, it will be the next three years. But young people are like this. If you don't hit a wall, you won't know how to look back.

At this moment, the magic book with a hoarse voice suddenly became hot. He changed the magic book that had been transformed into a pendant back to its original appearance, and looked at the text on the last page in silence.

What happened, Mr. Turtledove.

Werther asked with some doubts.

Your chance has come, Werther.

The hoarse voice showed Werther the last page of the magic book, and said with mixed feelings.

In the evening, the middle-aged wizard apprentice code-named Turtledove guided Werther to use the existing magic book to exchange for a new magic book through an equivalent exchange ceremony.

Werther exchanged a new magic book, engraved with dense straight lines, forming a complex and dizzying unknown pattern, and then disappeared in a flash, leaving only a hexagram pattern on the cover.

With its cool touch and smooth paper surface, Werther touched the magic book with some fondness. This book would make him and Misha an inseparable intersecting line.

Mr. Turtledove looked at Werther and said seriously:

Witt, I must tell you a fundamental principle. You must never reveal your identity. No matter who you want to develop to become your descendant, you must not reveal your true identity. This is the principle summed up by countless wizard apprentices at the cost of their lives.

You must create a code name for yourself, and learn secondary facial deformation and secondary body shape deformation to create a brand new image for yourself. There will be an underground party in our division in two months. I hope you can make it I can't recognize it.

After speaking, Mr. Turtledove wrapped his gray cloth robe, walked into the deep alley in the evening sun, and quickly disappeared.

Three days later, Werther exchanged and learned the secondary facial deformation and secondary body shape deformation from the magic book. He got a citizen costume, a green robe and a red ribbon, and his body became strong and burly, with a beard on his face and no one else around. I went to Misha's house.

At night, Werther quietly threw the magic book into Misha's boudoir, and added the temptation magic. Misha, who had just taken a bath, wore a white veil and walked back to the boudoir barefoot on the wooden floor.

Damn Werther, he hasn't come to see me for three days. If he doesn't come to me again, I... I'll just ignore him for a day.

Misha pouted her rosy mouth, her face was full of displeasure, her expression was hesitant and tangled, after a while she seemed to have made some kind of huge tolerance, and she whispered coquettishly.

If Werther dares to come tonight, I will ignore him for half a day.

She was completely immersed in her own little emotions, and she was in no mood to care about others.

Outside the window, Werther hid the green robe and red ribbon, transformed into a gray cat and cast a lesser lightness spell on himself, dexterously standing on the branch outside, looking at Misha.

It's so cute that Misha is angry.

The gray cat looked at his lover intoxicated, thinking in his heart.

Misha crawled on the bed and took out a small conch from under the pillow. It was Werther’s birthday present to her. Werther told her that if there was anything she wanted to tell him, she could just say it directly to the conch, and Werther would know all about it. hear.

She was lying on the bed holding a small conch, and said softly: I miss my Werther so much, my Werther must become a citizen as soon as possible, and then marry me.

the original wizard

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