"Sir! You-you want to know where I bought the materials, right?"
"That's right, but I don't want to accept an apprentice just to inquire about a place. In that case, I think my apprentices may be all over the world in the future..."
"Then can you teach me a spell?" The little boy's throat moved, as if he was quite nervous. "Can you teach me the spell that made me feel like I was entering the quagmire that day?"
You probably can't even release half of the amount of magic power in your body right now.
"You can't use that yet, but since you bought the sulfur powder yourself, I can consider teaching you other magic."
Teaching magic and having a disciple are not the same concepts.
"W-what magic?"
"Fire hands, you can make your hands emit high-temperature magic."
It's almost like a cigarette lighter on Earth.
"Great! Thank you!"
Although there is still some frustration on his face, he seems to be quite satisfied now.
Or maybe he has no intention of actually becoming my disciple or anything like that, but even if I want to take on a disciple, the current fighting situation doesn't allow me to do so.
"Take me to that place first. If you want to learn that magic, sulfur powder alone is not enough."
"plz follow me!"
Following the boy's footsteps, the surrounding buildings gradually transformed from tall and bright boulder concrete houses to low and gloomy brick and wood houses, and the roads also unknowingly became narrow and cramped.
The crows were pecking at the food remnants that were probably vomited by drunken people last night. The ground was covered with dark black soil covering the stone slabs, and it was almost impossible to tell what the original material of the road was.
Pedestrians hurriedly passing by on both sides cast alert glances at me, and then tightened their tight clothes slightly, as if there was something hidden underneath.
Even the Immortal Fortress is like this.
When I was wandering around as a hero, I came to this kind of place more than once.
Full of filth and scum, but in a sense full of hope.
In the early years I tried to help them, but in the end I found that I couldn't do anything.
All I can do is make their lives better, but that's not enough.
Excessive assistance can only make them develop a mentality of dependence, and in the end they may even curse those who stop funding because their demands are not met.
This is probably the fundamental principle of teaching people to fish instead of teaching them to fish.
This little boy is already very motivated. Although he is young, it is precisely because of his age that he can break his inherent thinking and make the move for me to accept him as my disciple.
It's a pity that I still don't plan to accept him as my disciple.
After all, I'm not a saint, and I want to save everyone. If it wasn't because I didn't want to go to too much trouble to find the black market, I probably wouldn't pay attention to him anymore.
After twisting and turning in the alley, a shabby sign appeared at the end, with a crooked wine glass symbol carved on it with a knife.
Probably a tavern.
When I got to the door, I realized that this was actually a staircase leading underground. After a little hesitation, I followed the boy down.
To my surprise, it wasn't as full of stench and drunken people as the pub I imagined.
And surprisingly clean.
Looking at the past, there are only the bar counter, scattered stools, a whole wooden board used as a table on the opposite wall, empty wine glasses placed on it, drinkers sitting quietly drinking, and the bartender wiping the wine glasses behind the bar. In a crowded tavern like a honeycomb.
Seeing someone coming in, several of the drinkers raised their heads and glanced at them before turning back without saying a word, still drinking their drinks in silence.
This is too crowded.
The seats and tables are all a bit old, but you can still vaguely see the collision marks and suspicious dark color. The most peculiar thing is that these tables and chairs are all fixed to the ground, and the bolts are covered with black rust. .
"They damaged too many tables and chairs because of fighting, so they had to fix the tables and chairs so that they didn't have the chance to pick up the bench and smash it on other people's heads." The bartender probably saw my doubts, so after we When he walked up to me, he said something to me, and then he glanced at the little boy, "Also, minors are not allowed to drink."
Those who don't talk look like they don't drink well.
"We're not here to-"
"Two glasses of milk, please."
The bartender glanced at me and said, "Are you sure it's two drinks?"
"I am a magician, and magicians need to be mentally sharp at all times."
"Understood."
He didn't say anything, just turned around and took two glasses of milk.
I don't like milk, but it's obviously weird to come to a pub and not order anything.
"So sir, are you going to have anything more?"
"No, why are you so nagging these days? I've already revealed my identity as a magician, so why don't we change the password? Are you sure you can buy things here?" I really hate that kind of thing. It had to be a weird operation on the code, I thought, how could I keep people out of something that I probably understood when people came to my door?
Can this business still be done?
Probably because he had never seen anyone operate like me before, the bartender was stunned for a while but didn't know what to do.
However, someone from the drinkers behind spoke.
"Hahaha, I've been here for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a fearless person."
I curled my lips, turned sideways and said, "The main reason is that I don't think it's useful. I look like a stranger at first glance. I'm afraid they'll have to interrogate me for a long time if I don't answer correctly. Wouldn't it be great if I directly reveal my identity now?"
"Sir, there are rules here." The bartender said helplessly. "Although it is just a formality for many people, it is undeniable that this kind of caution protects us in the most dangerous things."
"Then it's your turn." I said to the boy.
They answered some random slogans, and then spent a long time writing in ink, and finally the bartender finally let them go.
I probably acted like an inexperienced idiot.
In their eyes,
Full of challenge and fearlessness.
It would be nice if that was the case.
I need to come to this place as a newcomer now, so that they won't be too wary. Otherwise, the sudden appearance of a calm and sophisticated person of unknown origin is really suspicious, and the sudden appearance of a calm and sophisticated person with a little bit of arrogance and recklessness is really suspicious. It's normal for newcomers to have a breath.
Under the guidance of the bartender, he walked down a few meters from a very narrow door and came to an iron door that was a little older. The door was surrounded by walls made of gray bricks.
