The Primordial Wizard

"The flame spreader, what do you mean?"

Carlosso asked tentatively with an eager urge in his eyes.

"We can give it a try and use Milne as a pilot. In the center of the most dangerous enemy's ruling center, instigate their ruling cornerstone, dare you?"

Ace stared at Valen and Carlosso, and said word by word.

Carlosso, who was born as a gladiator slave, hated the rule of the goddess. In addition, he was hunted and killed by the goddess in the Demon Hunting Wilderness as a bereaved dog, which made him hate the gods. For things that can dig the gods to rule the corner, he Can't wait to say: "Why not dare."

Warren was a little cautious. He thought about it and replied: "We are currently in a two-headed mode of action throughout Milne. Carlosso and I each hold half of the personnel roster and conduct isolated top-down single-line management.

Even if one of us is destroyed, the other will not be affected.

I propose to use a thread in my hand to experiment, first spread a few magic books in a small area to try. "

In Milne City, in order to conceal oneself, every wizard apprentice gave himself a code name. In theory, no one knew his real name and identity except for developing his own predecessors.

If it is exposed, it is most likely that his predecessors have also been exposed.

In the ninth block of Milne City, gangsters, female sexies, alcoholics, fugitives, and gamblers all gather here. This is the place where Milne’s public security is the most chaotic. It is called Milne’s sewer, even the most wise. The administrative officer is also insensitive to managing this place.

In the ninth block, in the southwest corner, a low and gloomy room was corroded by acid with a large cellar, and two people were whispering in the cellar.

"Witt, this is an opportunity only once every three years. You must grasp it."

Said a somewhat hoarse middle-aged male magnetic voice.

There was silence.

"Witt, what are you hesitating? Can't bear that beautiful noble girl? You can be romantic with her, but you can't be together at all. You are an apprentice wizard, you can only hide in this dirty drain, cautiously He is studying magic. Once the punished people find out, they will be hanged on a dead tree outside the city."

The hoarse voice seemed a little tired and angry. He gasped hard, tried to restrain his mood, and continued speaking to the silent Werther in a gentle tone.

"You are the most talented wizard apprentice I have ever seen. You are a natural overclocker. You have been promoted from a junior apprentice to an intermediate apprentice in less than a year, and you have quick thinking, brain-burning logic, and dazzling mathematics. It’s as simple as adding firewood to you.

You are my pride, Werther, the luckiest thing in my life is to find you.

Go to the tower, where is the real magic society, where we are not the rats of the gutter, but the respected apprentices of wizards, where the blood will no longer be noble, only knowledge and magic are respectable. "

A very clear voice sounded in the cellar: "I also yearn for the tower, and I also yearn for living in the sun, but I can't leave here, can't leave Misha. Misha is different from the aristocratic nobles, she is simple and kind. A good girl, I want to be with her. Misha’s parents have already said that as long as I can become a citizen, they are willing to marry Misha to me."

The hoarse voice seemed to be irritated by Werther. He gasped hard and took deep breaths to keep himself calm instead of growling.

"Think for yourself. If you miss this time, it will be the next three years. But this is how young people are. If you don't hit the wall, you don't know how to look back."

At this moment, the hoarse voice of the magic book suddenly became hot, and he changed the magic book that had been transformed into a pendant back to its original appearance, looking at the last page of the text in silence.

"What happened, Mr. Turtledove."

Witte asked with some confusion.

"Your chance is here, Witte."

The hoarse voice showed Witt the last page of the magic book, and said mixedly.

In the evening, the middle-aged wizard apprentice code-named "turtle dove" instructed Witt, using the existing magic book to exchange for a new magic book through an equivalent exchange ceremony.

Witte exchanged for a new magic book, engraved with dense straight lines, forming a complex dizzying and unidentified pattern, and then flashed away, leaving only a hexagram pattern on the cover.

With a cold touch and a smooth paper surface, Werther touched the magic book a little bit reluctantly, which would make him and Misha an inseparable intersection.

Mr. "Turtle Dove" looked at Witt and said solemnly:

"Witt, I must tell you a fundamental principle. You must never reveal your identity. No matter you want to develop anyone into your descendant, you must not reveal your true identity. This is a principle summed up by countless apprentices and wizards at the cost of their lives.

You must give yourself a code name, and learn the secondary face transformation and secondary body shape transformation to create a brand new image for yourself. In two months there will be an underground gathering in our district. I hope you can I can't recognize it. "

After speaking, Mr. "Turtle Dove" wrapped the gray cloth robe, walked into the deep alley in the evening sunset, and quickly disappeared.

Three days later, Werther exchanged from the magic book and learned secondary facial transformation and secondary figure transformation. He obtained a civic costume with a green robe and red ribbon. His figure became strong and burly, with a full face and a beard. Walked to Misha's house.

At night, Witt quietly threw the magic book into Misha's boudoir, and added seduction magic. Misha, who had just taken a shower, wore a white gauze robe~www.novelmtl.com~ and walked back barefoot on the wooden floor. boudoir.

"The disgusting Witte hasn't come to me for three days. If you don't come to me again, I...I will ignore him for one day."

Misha pouted her ruddy mouth, her face full of displeasure, her expression hesitated and tangled, and after a while she seemed to have made some kind of great tolerance, and she whispered softly.

"If Witte dares to come tonight, I will ignore him for a long time."

She was completely immersed in her own little emotions, not in the mood to care about others.

Outside the window, Werther hid the green robe and the red ribbon, transformed into a gray cat and imposed minor psychics on himself, standing dexterously on the branch outside, looking at Misha.

"Misha is angry, so cute."

The gray cat looked at his lover intoxicated, thinking in his heart.

Misha crawled on the head of the bed and took out a small conch from under the pillow. It was a birthday present Witte gave her. Witte told her that if there was anything she wanted to tell him, she could talk directly to the conch. Witte would Hear.

She lay on the bed holding the small conch and said softly: "I really miss my Witte. My Witte must quickly become a citizen and then marry me."

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