The visitor's collar was stained with oil 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 oily hands on his clothes, and said a little fearfully: "Don't be like this, we are brothers in the same boat, we are all excluded."

"I just 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 moved his upper and lower lips.

"No, no, no, you don't understand. This is the taste of a mature man, a medal worthy of praise."

The young man named Gray said, "I have always felt that extraordinary cultivation is not inferior to humans. So what about the elemental energy? I estimate that in the Dark Land, these guys will not be able to make a small flame even in six months."

"The 'ancient physique' cultivating witchcraft has been applied to my 'Kepik', and the effect is outstanding. His claws have begun to change, and his personality has also become irritable."

The young man with his scorched teeth said confidently: "I will definitely be able to complete this witchcraft within five months."

A cold-blooded lizard with brown dry skin suddenly appeared in Wang Ya's mind.

The ‘ancient constitution’ is indeed very suitable for cultivating witchcraft.

He also understood that having a bad temper and scratching his master was due to mental perception, and the seeds of consciousness 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, thereby perfectly controlling the 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, transcendent cultivation is indeed simpler from a basic point of view. Corresponding to the wizard system, they are two different wizard paths."

The relationship between the two parties is at its most basic level, that of acquaintances.

They were the only two people 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 clarify the goals, then it is time for the wizard's path to be gradually finalized.

"Everyone is smiling so happily. When you get to the dark place and can't complete the witchcraft course in six months, you will cry sometimes."

Gray pointed his middle finger at the heated atmosphere.

The two of them left the shadowed corner.

Arthur noticed something, glanced disdainfully and withdrew his gaze. A mediocre person with low qualifications who chooses the Extraordinary Cultivation Series can show his ambition, and even 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, "I'll see you tomorrow, Wang Ya."

"See you tomorrow."

The sea at night is so deep that it is as dark as ink.

Pulling up his collar, the lights in the corridor stretched his back into a long and narrow space, and the vibrations coming from his feet were 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 respected wizard Tuta."

This is the second time Wang Ya has entered the captain's cabin. There are only a few candles lit in the vast area, the thick darkness suppresses the dim light, and there seems to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

Bow slightly to show your respect.

The Tuta wizard who was sitting on the sofa was shrouded in shadows and could not see his true 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 are full of vitality, which is 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. Fortunately, you have wizard qualifications and good enough luck."

The box was opened, containing a strange 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 is always following around, has long hair that is greener than nature. He is also forced to drink various nutritional supplements, acting like a housekeeper.

Only four years after the war started, 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, hung on the city wall, and ended with 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, Lvsen Harak, who rode a horse and broke into the inner city unrivaled. Ignoring all the enemy soldiers, she lifted him on the horse like a chicken.

Then he left the city shrouded in war.

He was stunned.

Abnormal strength comes at a price. The forest-like long hair disappeared 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, a black-robed figure stood close by, took off his hood, and showed a solemn smile, "Wang Yahalak, as the little guy said, you have wizard qualifications, although they are average, so you must come with me.

What?"

"Although her soul is maintained on the finger bones by me, it won't last long. There are some solutions, but you need to pay a price." Wizard Tuta added, "There is also a price for me to stabilize her soul."

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’.
Chapter completed!