Spell Return Battle: Unlock Eight Skills at the beginning

“Kageichi, Zen-in Ryuichi is the heir of the Zen-in family.”

The old man’s voice was not loud, but the threat in it was overflowing.

As one of the most powerful imperial families in the entire spell world, the Zen family has a long tradition dating back thousands of years.

This powerful family is the most magic-oriented of the three, and they spend a lot of manpower and material resources every year to recruit young people with magic talent.

Kageichi and the previous Kagezo who died at the hands of Ryuichi are both talents cultivated by this generation of Zen scholars from childhood to adulthood.

But.

Even the Zen monasteries who pride themselves on their magic have an iron rule that cannot be violated.

That is, bloodline!

In this cold and ancient family, the orthodox Zen monastery without spells may be bullied by these recruited spell masters and no one cares.

However, once the heirs of the Zen family have successors to the magic, their status will be much higher than those of these adoptees, which is the iron law that has not changed for thousands of years in the family.

People who are not Zen monasteries can be called spell masters in vain, and people who are not warlocks can be called people in vain!

This sentence speaks volumes about the attitude of the Zen family.

It is difficult for a person without magic to be recognized as a righteous and bright ‘person’ in the Zen family, and even if a person with a tradition of magic is difficult to see when facing a Zen family member who also has a spell.

This is the confidence and domineering from an ancient family and thousands of years of inheritance.

It’s more extreme than Gojo’s.

More domineering than the Kamo family….

Temple!!

“Subordinates understand.”

Kageichi’s Adam’s apple squirmed unconsciously.

The momentum displayed by the old man just now made him feel cold all over his body, and his attitude was more respectful, and his lowered head was a little lower than before.

“Well, but it’s really not good for young people to be so rampant, and that guy is also in Osaka now.”

The old man placed the teacup on the table in front of him, and the clear tea in the cup rippled.

“You mean…”

When the man in the suit heard this, he was first stunned, and then cautiously raised his head and looked at the old man.

“Go for it.”

The old man closed his eyes again, and although the words were not explicit, Kageichi already understood what he meant, bowed and saluted again, and then slowly retreated.

In the huge room, only the thin figure of the old man was left at this moment, and the black cat in the corner had disappeared at some point.

“A good knife also needs a sharpening stone.”

The old man sat on the tatami, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and a black spell slowly flowed behind him, and everything in the entire room seemed to be dyed with a layer of haze in an instant.

It was as if everything around him had been dragged into a shadow world.

“Ten shadow spells, is there really no inheritance?” The old man muttered, and a trace of loneliness could not help but appear on his face.

Meow~

In the boundless darkness behind him, a cat bark seemed to respond to the old man’s question.

“Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and that’s right, but the child of Zenyuan Ryuichi is really an outlier.”

“What step can the strength of the spell master reach, at the moment of birth, it has long been determined by the spell in the bloodline, that child, three rounds of testing, there is no spell, but two years ago suddenly had a spell.”

“This kind of thing is simply out of line.”

Spells are an instinct, or a talent, that a person has been carved into their body from the moment they are born.

The spellmaster is the most unfair in this world, and the fairest in this world.

The strength of a spell master is determined by his own talent, and the remaining two are determined by hard work.

Mortal endless efforts may not even be comparable to a real genius casually playing.

This is the accepted rule in the entire spell world, and it is also the consensus of everyone.

But Ryuichi broke this common sense.

“A good seedling, after all, it is the bloodline of the Zen Monastery family, let that guy go and sharpen him.”

As the old man’s voice fell, the darkness behind him dissipated, along with the old man who was sitting on the tatami.

It was as if someone had ever been there.

Only left, the cup of clear tea on the table rippled.

On the other hand.

Ryuichi, who had no idea what attitude his Zen-in family would do to him, was bored pushing a small cart in one of Osaka’s largest supermarkets.

Throw potato chips and Coke on the shelves in the car.

Ryuichi, who left from the Enrokai, did not rush back to Sugisawa in a hurry, but thought that the inventory in his home seemed to be small, and the last time Gojo went to his house, he almost swept away the snacks he had stored.

I came to this supermarket to buy some of the potato chips I ate, but I can’t buy them in that small place in Sugisawa.

Gojo Goku loves sweets, while Ryuichi prefers potato chips.

Both of them tried to convince each other a few years ago, but in the end, Gojo still likes sweets, but has the habit of bringing a potato chip when purchasing.