Netheril’s Brilliance

Gray Rain Country, in the Truth Thinking Division of Gray Swamp.

There are many potholes in the muddy swamp all year round. A light gray mist lingers a few centimeters on the ground. There are no small animals or insects in the entire area where the wizard lives. There is only one in the distance. The towering tower plunged into the gray sky.

This is a quiet and mysterious residence of mages. Under normal circumstances, including official-level mages, no creature will choose to approach this area, because the entire area around the mage tower can be said to be the private domain of master-level masters. And in the small branch of Thinking of Truth, no master-level powerhouse has the guts to offend.

But on this day, a "team" ushered in this deadly swamp, of course, these people came only after getting permission to pass.

Most of the team consisted of a group of young orcs in rags. These listless, green-skinned orcs, male and female, were all **** with heavy chains. The sound of rustling iron chains kept reminding them that they could not Erase identity-slave!

At the forefront of the team are two apprentice-level mage apprentices wearing gray robes. Because according to the regulations, the "goods" of slaves must be "escorted" by the mage apprentices, so this time they are responsible for sending the "goods" to the mage. The transporter of the tower is two apprentice-level apprentices.

Seeing getting closer and closer to the mysterious tower, one of the apprentices who couldn't bear the loneliness began to whisper while wiping the dew from the robe.

"I said... this is already the first few batches of slaves this week. How do you feel that Master Sai'an is consuming more and more slaves? So many slaves can eat enough meat for ten and a half months. Come on..."

Looking at the group of slaves following him, the apprentice mage couldn't help but smashed his mouth.

Although these strong young orc slaves are not professionals, their prices are still much higher than ordinary humans, especially in this "peace" period when there is no war between large orcs and human cities. Such high-quality orc slaves The price has soared all the way. For most apprentices, the price of such an orc slave is enough to complete a mission by himself.

But look at the senior tutor of the tower, the junior apprentice who has just been promoted to the trainee level sincerely sighs for the richness of the strong-people buy dozens of orc slaves every week, and exchange points without even blinking their eyes.

I don’t know the cruel young mage of the world dare to use the senior instructor to tease, but the companion next to him obviously does not have the courage to see his "friend" dare to speak without a word under the mage tower of a master-level expert. This apprehensive apprentice immediately slapped the young mage on the back of the head!

"Shh! Shut up, the senior tutor is something you and I can talk about? Master Sai'an is not a good-tempered spellcaster. If the last "deliveryman" suddenly died in a mission, I would never allow you. This rookie "ran the express" with me!

The young mage understands the truth that disaster comes from the mouth very well. In thinking of truth for so many years, he has seen too many unexplained "talks" because of the momentary unscrupulous words, even though he has not heard of it. A senior mentor named Punk-Sean has had examples of embarrassing apprenticeships in the past six hundred years, but the fact that too many memorable purposes still made him almost jumped when he heard his companions talk. stand up.

"Remember, don't talk too much when you see Lord Sai'an. Just put these slaves in the basement below the hall of the mage tower. The senior tutor will not embarrass us ants, as long as you don't cause trouble. There will be no problems"!

While whispering to his companion in an exhorting tone, the young mage apprentice took out a clean rag from his storage pocket.

At least when sending these slaves to the mage tower, the young mage usually wipes the slaves' bodies clean. This is not due to the rigid rules of the "transporting slaves" task of the thinking of truth, but the young mage's sophisticated personal behavior. .

For a mage like him who has no potential and is not good at business, every opportunity he strives to create for himself is worthy of being taken seriously. It is very dangerous to be able to contact official-level mage and even master-level powerful "express" work. If you do it well, you can definitely get a lot of rewards.

After all...a little **** in the fingers of a master-level expert is enough for an apprentice-level student to get rich!

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Putting a group of slaves into the underground cell of the wizard tower, the two apprentice wizards took out a receipt and bowed respectfully to the punk:

"A total of fifty healthy young orc slaves have all been sent, Lord Sai'an, please sign for it."

"Very well, now you can leave."

The punk standing in the shadows casually imprinted his soul mark on the parchment handed by the mage apprentice, and then he turned straight and left the hall.

The expectation of the two little apprentices who want to get some benefits is doomed to be impossible here in punk, even though punk is in a very good mood today. Because punk never likes wasting time, and at the same time he is a very annoying person, if you throw a gem to these two apprentices...then they will definitely thank you very much. Thank you very much!

The pace of time is always surprisingly fast. In the process of experiments that punk felt that it didn’t take long, a full six hundred years of time had passed cleanly. You know, even for the masters, six hundred years have passed. Years can be called quite a long time, and the apprentices of Truth Thinking have changed dozens of batches.

But such a long time course is nothing to punk~www.novelmtl.com~ After the confrontation between the Master’s Guild and the Santarin Society quietly subsided more than four hundred years ago, the entire Grey Rain Country was no longer alive. Once restored to peace without waves, and in the Thinking of Truth Division, there was only the news that "Master Kirkweilun transplanted himself a magical creature bloodline and successfully extended his life for four hundred years" deserves punk attention.

But it’s just a little bit of concern. The Master’s experimental research must be mindful. Once he enters the state of research, there is no need for punk to care about the trivial matters of the outside world. During these six hundred years, he has completely put all of his He devoted himself to the improvement of spells, and now, his years of hard work finally saw the hope of harvest.

That’s right, punk’s improved spells are about to be completed. Although it took a full six hundred years and consumed most of the wealth that punk had seized from Southend, punk was only one step away from success. , He is about to complete a perfect improved spell, an excellent spell that Ovak can't match because of that inferior work! ...

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