The collar was stained with oil, the hair was messy as if he had just woken up from sleep, the skin was slightly dark, the cheek scratched by an unknown creature, and the stinging pain when chewing made him frown.
Seeing Wang Ya's cold face, his brows widened again, he wiped his oily hands on his clothes, and said a little fearfully: "Don't be like this, we are brothers and sisters, we are all excluded. It's just that we got up late. If you can’t catch up with a hot mouthful of the same extraordinary cultivation, can’t you give me a kind smile?”
"Maybe you can wash your hands first to get rid of the moldy clam smell on your body." Wang Ya moved his upper and lower lips.
"No, no, no, you don't understand. This is the taste of a mature man, a commendable medal." The young man named Gray said, "I always feel that extraordinary cultivation is not weaker than human beings, so what about elemental energy? Hell, give these guys six months and they won’t be able to make a small flame.”
"The 'ancient physique' cultivating witchcraft has been applied to my 'Kepik', and the effect is outstanding. His claws have begun to change, and his personality has also become irritable."
The young man with his scorched teeth said confidently: "I will definitely be able to complete this witchcraft within five months."
That cold-blooded lizard with brown dry skin is indeed suitable for the 'ancient constitution' witchcraft. Wang Ya also understood that his temperament caused him to scratch his master because of his mental perception, and the seeds of consciousness left behind did not take root deep enough.
Once the cultivation of witchcraft is completed, the seeds of consciousness can be turned into imprints of consciousness, allowing perfect control over extraordinary cultivated creatures.
Although this sloppy guy worked hard enough, he obviously didn't find the right way to take root in the seeds of consciousness.
Subtle mental influence, anxiety can only produce the opposite effect.
Wang Ya didn't say anything, let alone comment. He just nodded slightly, "Compared with elemental energy, transcendent cultivation is indeed simpler from a basic point of view. Corresponding to the wizard system, they are two different wizard paths."
The relationship between the two parties is at its most basic level, that of acquaintances. There are indeed very few people who choose extraordinary training. Freshmen generally believe that it is correct to be strong.
There is nothing wrong with this. But basic witchcraft is not enough to determine the path of a wizard. It is necessary to learn a lot of wizard knowledge, and after clarifying the goal, it is time for the wizard's path to be gradually finalized.
"Everyone is smiling so happily. When you get to the Dark Land and can't complete the witchcraft course in six months, you will cry sometimes."
Gray pointed his middle finger at the heated atmosphere. The two left from the shadow corner. Arthur noticed something, glanced disdainfully and withdrew his gaze. A mediocre person with low qualifications, who chooses the extraordinary cultivation series, can see his ambition, and his gaze is not worthy of him.
The salty sea breeze blew against his cheeks and messed up his hair. On the deck, Gray yawned, "I'll see you tomorrow, Wang Ya."
"See you tomorrow."
The night on the sea is so deep that it is as dark as ink.
Pulling up his collar, the lights in the corridor stretched his back into a long and narrow space, and the vibration coming from under his feet was the steam power pushing the gears.
The earthquake in the bow area had become extremely small. Stepping on the red carpet, Wang Ya looked at the red wooden door in front of him. Before he could knock on the door, a hoarse voice came out.
"come in."
The thin body was wrapped in a black robe. Under the hood, skin as dry as bark clung to the bones. A pair of sunken eyes stared at Wang Ya.
"See the respected wizard Tuta."
This is the second time Wang Ya has entered the captain's room. There are only a few candles lit in the wide area. The thick darkness suppresses the dim light, and there seems to be a faint smell of blood in the air.
Bow slightly to show your respect.
Wizard Tuta was sitting on the sofa, shrouded in shadows, with no real expression. Under his long robe, he stretched out his old man's right hand with drooping wrinkles and grasped a wooden box.
Wang Ya could no longer take his eyes away, that was the most important thing to him.
"Young souls are full of vitality, which is really desirable." Wizard Tuta said with emotion, "The little guy's blood was almost drained at that time, but he still insisted on crawling in front of me. Wang Yahalak, you are lucky , fortunately you have wizard qualifications and good enough luck."
The box was opened, containing a strange finger bone.
Wang Ya's mood was heavier than his eyes.
The memory of the Halak kingdom buried in the ruins, buried deep in his heart, was recalled again.
The king has many children, and the brilliance and prowess of his youth are no match for the stupidity of his twilight years. Palace maids, maids, and prostitutes all gave birth to children for him.
Lu Sen and Wang Ya were born together, and they had an extra tombstone from that day on. In the cold palace, the two depended on each other.
Ten years later, there were complaints and chaos everywhere. Life in the palace is still the same. Lusen, who has been following him around, has longer hair that is greener than nature. He also pouts and forces him to drink various nutritional supplements. He criticized the housekeeper's behavior for a while.
Probably in Lu Sen's eyes, his brother is unreliable. He keeps shouting all day long that he is different and has abilities beyond ordinary people. If he finds a wizard, he can achieve extraordinary things.
Lusen believed it very much and promised to help him find the wizard.
Only four years after the war came, the city was covered with heads of officials, and the young king committed suicide on the throne. Only then did Wang Ya understand that if he couldn't master the extraordinary, there would be nothing different.
His head will be chopped off and hung on the city wall, and it will end amidst the cheers and cheers of the civilians.
There should be a chance to survive in Green Forest in the outer city. The housekeeper carries with her enough wealth to last a lifetime. Thinking on the bright side, maybe you can get married, continue your bloodline, and build a tomb. When you are old, you can sit next to the tombstone and miss your unreliable brother.
The fact is that Midori is like a Valkyrie, wearing blood-stained armor and wielding a cross sword, crushing all enemies with an invincible attitude.
Midori came to save him. He was stunned. The Valkyrie hugged his waist, mounted a war horse, neighed loudly, and rushed out of the ruined city.
No one is her opponent, the princess will come to save the prince. This is not normal, it is an abnormal story happening, and it also has abnormal power. Just as he wanted to speak but felt blocked by an uneasy feeling in his heart.
That power comes at a price. The forest-like long hair disappeared in the wind, and the flesh and blood disappeared. He hugged the dense bones, fell off the horse, and used his back to bear the impact of the gravel.
Greenson Halak, his sister, died in his arms.
When he opened his eyes again, the black-robed figure stood close by, took off his hood, and showed a solemn smile, "Wang Yahalak, you really have the qualifications of a wizard as the little guy said, although it is average, so you must come with me. What?"
"Although her soul is maintained on the finger bones by me, it won't last long. There are some solutions, but you need to pay a price." Wizard Tuta added, "There is also a price for me to stabilize her soul."
The price can be magic stones, extraordinary items, or resources, as long as they are equal.
This is one of the essential theories of the wizarding world, the principle of 'equivalent exchange'.
"Of course, I can allow you to temporarily owe these fees."
