The Primordial Wizard

Half a month later, Medimus City.

It is already May, and the first block in the morning is still so tidy. The city-state has people who get up early every morning to clean the streets and sprinkle water, which is unmatched by other blocks.

Morton is in his forties, walks straight and looks dignified.

Several young men were following behind him, listening to his orders. Morton was wearing a white robe with a red ribbon, a silver laurel crown on his head, and several shining badges pinned to his chest, which looked very valuable.

On the branch of an olive tree on the street, a black cat was staring at Morton, its ears moved slightly, as if listening to them, Morton and others gradually walked away, and the black cat jumped from the branch. Down, stepping on the top of the fence, followed Morton.

Your Excellency the Vice-Consultant, the Decree of Opening up Wasteland has been implemented for nearly ten years. Thirty citizens have been awarded honorary titles of nobles. There are as many as 400,000 young and strong slaves, and the food production is also extremely rich. The Decree of Opening up Wasteland can be said to be very successful, and you have contributed a lot. This palace banquet may be the time for you to go further.

One of the young men who followed Morton whispered, and the others also smiled.

Morton glared at him, and said in a low voice, Don't speculate on His Majesty's thoughts, we will do our part, and His Majesty will make his own decisions.

Several young people bowed their heads and stopped talking, followed Morton into a carriage and left slowly.

The black cat let out a soft cry, narrowed its eyelids slightly, and ran to Peter's house. The black cat was Ace's transformation. After walking that night, Ace decided to go to the city-state of Medimus to see Mr. Peter. After he left a message to the members of the Magic Council through the magic book, he left quickly.

The black cat ran briskly, and soon arrived at Peter's villa. The elderly Peter was nearly eighty years old, and he was still in good spirits giving lectures to the new disciples. Talk about logic.

The word logic is a new word created by my favorite disciple, your late brother and scholar Ace. It is a combination of the root of thinking and the affix of rationality, which means rational thinking...

The city-state of Medimus and the territory of the High Tower are separated by the projection of the abyss. There is almost no communication between the two sides. The conclusion of the armistice agreement between the five northern states and the High Tower is also a great secret and shame. Sichengbang revealed.

Therefore, the nobles and citizens of the city-state of Medimus did not know that Ace not only survived, but also established the high tower territory and created the magical road.

Ace lazily listened to Mr. Peter's narration, and kept nodding, his cat mouth uttered words.

Senior Morton has already become a sub-counselor, and it is very likely that he will go one step further. Although it is a bit unexpected, it is also reasonable. If I hadn't left the city-state, if I hadn't discovered the potion of wisdom, maybe I am now A citizen, and work hard within the established rules of the city-state like Senior Morton.

Everything here is very familiar, the first block of the city-state of Medimus is still so clean, and the citizens of the city-state are still so energetic and self-motivated, it's a pity that I can't stay here.

Ace waited quietly, the sun rose and set, and Peter began to fall asleep. He was nearly eighty years old, and he always fell asleep very early and woke up very early.

The black cat Ace turned into a shadow and entered Peter's bedroom, then slowly stood up and turned into a human form, his eyes were full of nostalgia, as if he had returned to the time when he came to Peter's house to study when he was ten years old,

The golden dream fog gradually spread, and soon covered the entire room.

Ace approached Peter lightly, the rune structures in his eyes flickered in layers. He wanted to see if Peter had the possibility of entering the path of magic. Ace's future was uncertain back then, and he was not fully sure about his future. In addition, Peter believed in the gods, so he chose to give up at that time.

And now Ace is already a four-ring wizard, comparable to the existence of a golden hero. Even in the city-state of Medimus, unless King Tedeus uses the power of personality, no one can suppress him. With self-confidence.

As long as Peter has magical aptitude, as long as Peter is willing to take this path, I have the ability to induce him to become a wizard.

During the observation of the Eye of Delusion, Ace was shocked to find that Peter had no magical aptitude. In other words, Peter was a person who was unfit for magic power. Even with the slightest talent in magic, it is impossible to get close to magic in a lifetime.

It seems that, teacher, you still have nothing to do with magic after all, but it's not that we don't have other alternatives. Let's meet first.

The dream fog suddenly condensed, and Ace turned into a dream creature, pouring into Peter's dream along the fog.

Still in Peter's villa, the elderly Peter was tending flowers and plants, when a black cat broke in suddenly, and it ran quickly to Peter, its shadow gradually elongated under the sun, changing from a cat to a human.

Ace wore a dark magic robe, a magic top hat on his head, and a four-ringed hexagram badge on his chest flashing. He took off his hat and made a standard Peter School bow.

Peter in the dream seemed very excited. He looked at Ace in disbelief, and the whole dream began to shake violently.

No, teacher, you can't wake up yet.

Esther's warm voice seemed to have magical powers. The shaking villa, falling bricks, and cracked ground were all reversed, quickly recovering, and the dream was surrounded by mist. Fully awake.

Peter, with white beard and hair, suddenly became younger here. He looked at his state with some surprise, and said to Ace, Are you Ace? We are in a dream? Why have I become younger?

Ace smiled, his silver hair flying.

Mr. Peter, I am your student Ace. In the dream, when you wake up, your age is determined by your mentality, which means you are young in mentality.

Peter happily held Ace's hand and said, You are still so good at talking. I always thought you were alive. Before your parents disappeared that year, I saw a black cat bowing to me. Is it you? the power of?

Peter's voice gradually lowered, even in the dream, he said very cautiously, I don't know where your power comes from, if it comes from the devil or demon, please be careful, those guys are not trustworthy, if it comes from the gods , that is the legendary god-favored person.”

Ace couldn't help sighing in his heart, Peter is indeed a polymath, knowing so much, he said softly, Neither, my power comes from myself, with an objective and neutral spirit to study the extraordinary, after all, you can obtain the extraordinary power, if you insist on the source, That's the shamanic inspiration.

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