Chapter 2 [2]
The person who came to Lusen’s Equivalent Exchange had a greasy collar and his hair was messy, as if he had just woken up from sleep.
The slightly dark skin, the cheek scratched by the unknown creature, and the stinging pain when chewing made him frown.
Seeing Wang Ya's cold face, his brows widened again, he wiped his greasy 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 I got up late and couldn't catch a hot mouthful of the same extraordinary cultivation. Can't you give me a kind smile?" "Perhaps you can
wash your hands first to get rid of the moldy clam smell on your body." Wang Ya raised and lowered his lips. Moved.
"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? Earth, these guys can't even make a small flame for six months." "The
'ancient constitution' cultivating witchcraft has been applied to my 'Kepik', and the effect is outstanding. His claws have begun to change, and his personality has also changed. Then he became irritable."
The young man with his scorched teeth said confidently: "I will definitely be able to complete this witchcraft in less than five months."
A cold-blooded lizard with brown and dry skin suddenly appeared in Wang Ya's mind.
The 'ancient constitution' is indeed suitable for cultivating witchcraft.
He also understood that he had a bad temper and scratched his master because of his mental perception, and the seeds of consciousness he 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 to elemental energy, extraordinary cultivation is indeed simpler from a basic point of view. Corresponding to the wizard system, they are two different wizard paths." Both parties
. The most basic relationship is acquaintances.
They were the only two who chose extraordinary cultivation.
Freshmen generally believe that being strong is the right thing to do.
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 was smiling so happily. When we arrived in the Dark Land and couldn't complete the witchcraft course for six months, some of us cried." Gray gestured with his middle finger to the fiery atmosphere
in the venue.
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 and said, "I'll see you tomorrow, Wang Ya." "
See you tomorrow."
The night on the sea was so deep that it was like ink and you couldn't even see your fingers.
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 was the second time Wang Ya entered the captain's room. There were only a few candles lit in the wide area. The thick darkness suppressed the dim light, and there seemed 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 carrying vigorous vitality are 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, lucky you have wizard qualifications and good enough luck."
The box was opened, containing a dazzling 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, as one of hundreds of princes and princesses.
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 long hair that is greener than nature. He will also be forced to drink various nutritional supplements, acting like a housekeeper.
Only four years after the war came, the city was covered with heads of officials, and the young king committed suicide on the throne.
Everything has changed, even if he suddenly awakens to Su Hui, remembers his past life memories, and has the Eye of Truth... everything is too late, and he has no ability to change.
His head will be chopped off and hung on the city wall, and it will end amidst the cheers and cheers of the civilians.
The fear of death made him experience it again, which was very similar to the feeling of staying up late playing games and dying suddenly from shock in his previous life.
The ending was different. It was his sister, Greenson Harak, who rode a horse and broke into the inner city unrivaled. Ignoring all the enemy troops, she lifted him on the horse like a chicken.
Then he left the city shrouded in war.
He was stunned.
Abnormal power comes at a price. The forest-like long hair went away with the wind, and the flesh and blood disappeared into thin air.
He hugged the gloomy skeleton, fell off the horse, and used his back to bear the impact of the gravel.
When he opened his eyes again, the figure in black robe 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. Well."
"Although her soul is maintained on the finger bones by me, it can't last long. There are some solutions, but you need to pay the price." Wizard Tuta added, "And I took action to stabilize her soul. Price."
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."
(End of Chapter)