The Wizard World

Going forward along the dark path, passing through a small forest, a small villa suddenly appeared in front of Angelet.

There are two glass oil lamps hanging outside the courtyard door of the villa, and some dim lights only illuminate a distance of several meters. Under the blowing of the wind, the oil lamp bumped against the door from time to time and made a soft crackling sound.

Angelet straightened his clothes and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Pressing his hand on the cold wooden door, he pushed gently.

"Dennis, are you back?" In the yard, a gray-robed girl with a handsome face and a slightly plump figure was watering the flowers, and looked up at the door.

"Well, where's Sidman?" Angelet asked.

"It's inside."

"Then I'll go first."

"Um."

Angelet walked through the yard and walked into the half-open door of the villa. The inside was bright, with glass wall lamps hanging on all four walls.

A faint warm feeling hits the face, and the air inside has a faint aroma of fruit wine.

An old man with gray hair and beard, sitting quietly on the sofa in the hall, was explaining something to the gray-robed man named Sidman just now in a low voice. On the low table in front of the two of them, there were two cups of hot green fruit wine.

There was still a faint fragrance in the hall, and Angelet couldn't tell what it was.

He pretended to be Dennis this time, but it was just a momentary idea, but when he saw the old man, he was relieved. This old man is only at the stage of an ordinary wizard, and he hasn't even reached the substantive level of spiritual power.

But it's normal to think about it. If it enters the gasification or liquefaction stage, the old man doesn't need to go to the countryside to make money on his own. Joining other forces is a good choice.

The essence of mental strength is worse than that of Angelet, so there is no need to worry about being seen through his disguise.

Angelet also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although he had the imprint of hallucinations, he could run away even if he encountered a stronger wizard than himself, but it would be best if there were only two imprints left.

"Mentor, I'm back." He imitated Dennis's voice and whispered.

"En." The old man looked up at him and nodded, not paying much attention to Angelet, and continued to explain to Sidman.

Dennis, played by Angelet, is only a first-class apprentice but the son of the old wizard's younger brother. But from what Dennis said, he didn't seem to get any preferential treatment. Even because the apprentice level is lower than the other two, he has to clean the room every day and is responsible for going to the town to get food and drinks.

Fortunately, Dennis hasn't been here for long, only a year, and because he doesn't understand anything, he hasn't had much contact with the old man, and he rarely even asks questions once. Every time I just take the book and go back to study by myself.

Over time, the old man seemed to have forgotten his apprenticeship.

Dennis's original personality was introverted, quiet and withdrawn. So Angelet acted without any pressure at all.

As a wizard, he has been alone for a long time, and he has long been used to living alone. After all, the standard of introversion is to like to be alone and talk less.

The old man Makorov was wearing a white robe with a silver metal thread inlaid on his collar, and he was talking to Sidman in a low voice, but Sidman frowned tightly, as if it was difficult to understand the instructor's explanation.

Angelet stood aside and listened for a while. After explaining the basics, he went straight to the back of the stairs in the hall. According to Dennis's description, the apprentices could only live on the first floor. His room is at the bottom of the floor.

Sure enough, among the four innermost bedrooms, the innermost one had Dennis's name on it.

Angelet took out the key, opened the door, walked in and locked it behind his back.

"As long as you're sure that Makorov can't find me, it's fine." Angelet smiled. As for the real Dennis, he had already been directly cremated.

The room is very simple, with a desk, a single bed, and a small bookshelf standing in one corner. A few Xi wooden chairs were randomly placed in the room.

Angelet lit the oil lamp on the table, opened the table and sat down...

On top lay a thick black leather book. The cover reads in Angmar: Fundamentals of Energy Compression.

The vellum book looks very new, and it seems that Dennis has hardly flipped through it.

Angelet turned to the first page.

"Energy compression is the focus of many wizards' research, and it is also one of the criteria for the strength of an energyized body." This is the first sentence of the opening article.

"Oh? How can a wizard who hasn't achieved spiritual power actually have such in-depth energy research?" Angelet suddenly became interested.

He continued to read.

As time passed by, his expression became more and more serious.

After more than half an hour, the entire book was completely read.

He closed the book and closed his eyes slightly.

"Seventy-two formulas, cross-combined to solve various problems encountered in energy compression. This level of induction cannot be achieved by wandering wizards. It is likely to be an ancient branch of wizard inheritance." Angelet The formula model structures proposed in the books quickly flashed in my mind.

These structures can continuously compress almost all energy, just like optimizing an inequality in a math problem, using different formulas to replace calculations, and finally changing from an extremely complex formula to an extremely simple structure.

"It's easy to master the formulas, but it's extremely difficult to use these formulas to actually compress and solve the problem, which requires a strong logical thinking ability. The greater the degree of compression, the more mental power will be consumed. However, the spell model obtained, the power The stronger it is. No wonder the two apprentices said that the old man can blow up a big tree with just one trick."

Angelet's eyes sparkled faintly, although he knew that every wandering wizard definitely had his own set of cards to rely on for survival. But he didn't expect the knowledge of hiss energy compression.

In the beginning, he chose the fire-type Makorov instead of the other two. In fact, he had a little luck in his heart that he might gain something. Unexpectedly, it was really rewarding.

Excellent energy compression, once mastered, will have a strong increase in any ability.

Gently picking up the oil lamp, Angelet walked to the bookshelf and began to search for related books.

After looking for one, he sat back to his original place slightly disappointed. The bookshelves are full of miscellaneous books, of no value at all.

Sitting in a chair and thinking for a while, Angelet got up and sat on the bed, and simply entered a state of meditation. Anyway, the time to recuperate is still long, so there is no rush.

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At noon, after coming out of the pharmacy in the town, Angelet walked down the street to the outside of the city.

When they arrived at the gate of the town wall, a large group of people gathered around the wall and looked at a piece of parchment pasted on it.

The crowd was noisy, all discussing the content above with great interest.

Angelet glanced at him as he passed by, then stopped slowly. He also squeezed into the crowd a few times, and only then did he see clearly what was posted.

On the parchment notice, a clear portrait was drawn on the top, which was exactly his original appearance, and the content of the wanted warrant was on the bottom.

‘Whoever captures this person will receive 500,000 gold coins and 200 first-class magic crystals. Those who report the news will receive 50,000 gold coins and 30 top-grade magic crystals.

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"Two hundred high-grade magic crystals." Angelet himself was slightly surprised.

"This is obviously a reward for commoners and wizards respectively. It seems that this kid has angered the Baiwu Forest." A young guy behind him laughed. "If any one of us sees this person and reports to him, we probably won't be short of money in this lifetime."

"Who the hell is this kid? He is actually worthy of the joint arrest of several major organizations. Look at the sign behind, tsk tsk Ma Luoshan family, Baiwu Forest, and Mipan Academy have all issued arrest warrants." A mercenary dressed on the side The strong man asked in a low voice.

"Who knows? We don't have access to the things of these wizards."

A group of people chatted casually.

Since pretending to be Dennis, Angelet has been in the villa for more than ten days, cleaning and tidying the room every day. The taciturn one was not noticed by the others.

He also bought some wound medicine in the town under the name of Makolov for the wound on his body, and it has healed a lot, and he only needs to recuperate the internal organ injury.

Today, I went out to buy the healing herbs that have been used up, but I didn't expect to see my wanted warrant.

Carrying the things he bought, Angelet squeezed out of the crowd, walked out of the city gate, and turned in the direction of Makolov's villa.

Walked along the path for a while, passed through the fence, and soon returned to the villa.

But before he got close to the gate, he heard a low voice from inside the villa.

"Have you really decided?" It was Makorov's voice.

"Yes, mentor. The family has been completely disappointed with my lack of progress in the past few years. I can't stay like this anymore, please forgive me." Sidman's anxious voice came next.

Makorov was silent for a while.

"I can understand when you are going to leave?"

"It's only been a few days." Sidman also paused, "Thank you for your care, tutor, over the past few years. It's the students who don't live up to expectations." His tone was full of helplessness.

"It's none of your business." Makorov sighed and stopped talking.

Angelet stood outside the door and took out the key to open the door until there was no more voice coming from inside.

In the hall, Makorov and Sidman sat on the sofa in the hall, their faces a little depressed.

After bowing respectfully to Makolov, Angelet carried his things and walked to his room. It will be a long time before he fully recovers from his injury.

Sidman left, and that afternoon, he left the small town of Ernst in a carriage.

Both Angelet and Natalie came out to see him off. And Makorov sat in the villa with a tired face, not knowing what he was thinking.