Chapter 185
"The wizard named Bird Lyle seems to have no confidence in you, dear Loren."
I don’t know where to get a midnight blue nightgown. Asriel, lying lazily on the creaky bed, with his right hand propped his head, pale-gold's hair was messed up, looking like he would be awake: "This kind of pretending sincere person...you can really Believe him?"
The dusty room has been cleaned up, even the beds and corners have been cleaned up, and the old moldy floor can almost illuminate the silhouette-obviously, except for some No one other than the Asriel guys will have this idle time.
"I don't need to trust him too much. It is the Corona family who is behind him that should pay attention." Loren sat on the side with a flat expression, completely ignoring the boy's provocation: "Even more how ……this is not without reason."
If I use Isaac ·Grantham's words, all the singers of spell studies are a group of conjurers—the natural limitation of spiritual palace, plus The wizards of this world can withstand the power of the void, so that the overwhelming majority sorcerers cannot have a bright future in spell studies.
After all, no matter how extraordinary natural talent is, a wizard can only remember three high-level spells at most, but at the cost of completely occupying the entire space of the spiritual palace, greatly reducing meditation and connection The efficiency of the void, this is obviously not cost-effective.
In fact, spell studies is just an extra choice for many wizards-many low-level but practical little spells, such as "Firefly Spell", even for alchemists or scholars who study ancient rune I will be in touch with one or two, but those who really use it as their main subject...
"Probably there are only liars and conjurers."
Shrugged, Loren feels helpless:" After all, spell is only a superficial use of void power, and high-level spells are too costly. Instead of wasting time to study incantion, it is better to focus on alchemy and rune, which can achieve the same or even more perfect effect—— At least for ordinary wizards of overwhelming majority, this is indeed the case."
"But dear Loren, you are not an ordinary wizard, you are unique and unmatched." Asriel smiled. The corner of his mouth: "Only you can show sorcerer true strength!"
"Really?"
"Of course, haven't you seen it with your own eyes? The essence of the spell , Is the distortion of the real world by the void, and when this power reaches a certain level..." The young man deliberately dragged a long tail, muttered in a low voice, his pupils blurred:
"That's simply It’s like... God."
Loren’s eyes twitched, and he wanted to roll his eyes: "Anyway, I will be tested in three days at most, and the trouble is I can't come up with anything at all to prove my level as a sorcerer!" Asriel raised his eyebrows in a puzzled manner, and then the juvenile who understood him also showed an embarrassing expression.
Yes, as a sorcerer, Loren has mastered two high-level enchantments, as well as a considerable amount of low-level incantation, and spiritual palace has a very strong endurance. With the help of Asriel, Even in a short time, he can use high-level spells without restriction.
But the problem is that these strengths cannot be seen.
Asriel naturally needless to say, "Beyond Perception" is the sign of the night watchman and cannot be placed on the surface; as for "Torino Fire"...it is indeed Loren’s unique high-level spell, But the same is now one of his only means of fighting.
Although he has always avoided fighting when he can avoid it, obviously he will never be smooth sailing in Eboden. Loren doesn't want to be recognized by others as soon as he takes a shot.
"So if I don’t want'Torino Fire' to become my own sign, I have to find a way to create another one as soon as possible." The black hair wizard frowned involuntarily: "And it was in five days. Inside."
"Or consider studying one now?" The young man suggested: "This might be much faster."
Loren shook the head, and rejected this proposal-if it is true It’s so simple to pass, Bird Lyle will not deliberately remind himself that must come up with the strength that can make Eboden’s wizards shut up.
Not only to find Isaac and become the wizard of the nine-pointed star wizard tower, Loren can also get the opportunity to contact the genius alchemist and increase his probability of success.
Just when the two of them were still thinking about it, a loud noise suddenly came from under the floor, and the sound of yelling and beating could be faintly heard, making the black hair wizard frowned.
It's probably just a gangster making trouble, right? Even in small places like Ancient Wood Town, there will be guys like hats. Eboden of fish and dragons mixed in together is not surprising even if gangsters come to blackmail.
Whether it is a pickpocket or a blackmail gangster, this kind of person is very difficult to deal with. If you can try not to provoke it, otherwise it will be endless trouble, and Loren hates trouble.
Just when the black hair wizard made up his mind, Asriel lying beside him showed a sly smile-although still very weak, his body is a genuine vampire , Hearing is far from being comparable to human beings.
"Is there a problem?"
"Um...Only one thing, the previous hotel boss didn't tell the truth when he introduced you to it." The teenager lying on the bed Qiao Qiao With his calf: "He used to clean this room."
Understanding Asriel's hint, Loren immediately got up and slammed the door out, moved towards the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.
The spacious lobby, the guys who were supposed to be busy in the hotel, all shiver coldly hiding behind the counter and dare not come out. The drunks and guests in the lobby have long since disappeared, replaced by A group of thugs pretending to be fierce and armed with weapons.
The tables and chairs were kicked over, the cups and plates were messed up on the floor, the hip flasks behind the counter were also looted, and even the oak barrels for wine were robbed.
As for the enthusiastic hotel boss, he was stepped under his feet by a drunk who looked quite strong, like a mat. The sharp short blade pressed against the tip of his nose and kept dangling around his eyes.
The hotel boss, who was scared off the water, was sweaty, his wide-eyed eyes were crying, and he didn't dare to blink, for fear that the tip of the knife would directly poke!
"old friend, we have an agreement." The drunk man was full of droplets, threatening as it should be by rights: "You owe us the money, then you have to pay it back Money, otherwise it’s not keeping promises, right?!"
"Yes, yes, yes...what you said is right, I, I will definitely pay it back!" The hotel boss was paralyzed. He quivered: "You say the number, I will give it, I will give it all!"
"Um...tell the number." The drunken and bewildered strong man rolled his eyes and roared behind him: "How much money does this guy owe us?!"
We looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a long time, they remembered to answer: "Two thousand Silver Coins——!"
"Two thousand and five--!" "Three thousand--!"
"Three thousand and five--!" "Four thousand--!"
"Four thousand Thousand-five--!" "Five-thousand--!"...
"Then five thousand!" The drunk suddenly waved his hand, and the short blade directly pressed the hotel boss's neck: "Listen. Is it clear that you owe us five thousand Silver Coins and hand them over immediately-if you are lucky, we don't need your interest!"
"You just sold my hotel and it's not worth five Thousands of Silver Coins!" The hotel boss cried directly: "Please, forgive me, there are simply not so many here!"
"Don't pretend to be stupid, I know what you are hiding , That thing is absolutely worth five thousand Silver Coins!" The drunkard stared wide-eyed greedily: "One of your buddies has told us that it is what you stole from the wizard's room!"
"I, I don't know..." The hotel boss who was trembling in fear just now suddenly "has spine": "You, you must have heard it wrong..."
"Sorry, you can interrupt Right?"
Almost at the same time, the hotel boss and the drunk were lying on the ground and looked towards the stairs directly opposite. The smiling black hair wizard leaned on the stair railing:
"It's like this, I found that you guys are arguing... I wonder if I can satisfy my curiosity and tell me what is going on?"
"Where did the hillbilly come out, Go back to your room." The drunk shouted with hanging eyes, "There is nothing to do with you..."
"Bang--!"
Before his voice fell, Loren snapped his fingers lightly and used a "Hovering Spell" to make the drunkard’s head and the counter come to him. Close contact".
"Hmm...Look at your expression, I guess it's my business now, right?"