"What do you want to say?" Zhu Qiangzhong's voice was calm and powerful, not at all like the anxious middle-aged man before.
"Haha..." The voice smiled softly, "Mr. Zhu, don't worry, I mean, we have the ability to restore your son to his original state."
Zhu Qiangzhong didn't speak, just listened.
"As long as you send your son abroad and to us, we can give him the gift of God... By then, he will not only be able to run again, but also receive a great new life!
"
When he said the last sentence, the voice on the other end of the phone rose three points higher.
"So-called limb amputation surgery? Do you think I would believe it?" As a person with higher education, he instinctively rejects those nonsense things.
"Believe it or not, is there any other way Mr. Zhu can do it? Haha..."
Zhu Qiangzhong frowned and was about to hang up the phone when he heard another voice on the other end of the phone:
"I know it's hard for you to accept it for a while. It doesn't matter, hee hee... We will give you three days to consider it, and I will call again after three days."
Beep, beep - the phone hangs up.
Zhu Qiangzhong slowly stood up and looked out the window, his thoughts gradually blending into the boundless night.
Until someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." He turned on the light and sat back on the chair.
It was his secretary who came in, dressed in a neat ladies' suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and a ponytail.
"Zhu Ting, you called me?"
"Well, go check this number and make sure you get all the information."
...
Jiang Qiao watched as the door in front of him was covered with brilliant golden light, and the cute girl with a burgundy ponytail appeared in front of him again.
From eight to ten o'clock in the evening, they always agreed to meet at this time.
Because at ten o'clock, Sylvie would be urged to go to bed by her maid.
"Jiang Qiao!" Sylvie shouted excitedly, and silently said in her heart, I am very happy to see you.
"Hello, Sylvie." Jiang Qiao's heart was also beating at a strange frequency, which he couldn't explain.
He only remembered that he had experienced this feeling when he was in kindergarten. When the vacation was over and school was about to start, he would be able to see the girl who had always been in his heart.
and a lot of candies in her schoolbag.
Therefore, for many years after that, Jiang Qiao didn't understand whether his heartbeat came from girls or from sugar.
He pushed a cup of milk tea over as usual, and at the same time noticed a necklace inlaid with green agate on Sylvie's white neck.
Jiang Qiao felt an indescribable feeling of familiarity.
Sylvie received the milk tea and said thank you softly, and then began to enjoy this rare delicious food.
"Jiang Qiao, has your problem been solved?" Sylvie chewed the pearls and pudding in her mouth with satisfaction.
Jiang Qiao knew that she was referring to teaching Zhu Guanhua a lesson with magic, so he nodded: "Well, it went quite smoothly."
"That's good...it tastes great!"
Sylvie took a hard sip of the milk tea, and the sweet smell suddenly bloomed on her tongue. She always seemed to be in a good mood.
Taking this opportunity, Jiang Qiao learned some knowledge about magic apprentices from Sylvie.
"Strictly speaking, titles such as first-order and second-order only roughly reflect the strength of magicians, but this is not very useful."
"In the field of magic, people usually judge a person's position by the magic he can master."
Sylvie paused and looked at Jiang Qiao: "For example, the fireball technique you can master is first-level magic. It can be said to be a required course for magic apprentices."
"A person's words or appearance may be deceiving, but his title will never be deceiving. Just like the Great Magister, the power of magic they master is unpredictable, and they can even destroy a building that is not protected by the elements when they are fully prepared.
City."
"Then how can I be promoted to a second-level magic apprentice?" Jiang Qiao asked the question he was most concerned about.
Sylvie explained seriously: "First of all, you have to choose which one you major in among the many elemental fields."
Jiang Qiao asked doubtfully: "Majoring?"
Sylvie nodded: "Yeah, almost every magician will choose the elemental field with the highest affinity as their major magic on the way to elemental cultivation."
Jiang Qiao said: "Then, can I take it all?"
Sylvie blinked: "There are many people who have done this in history, but..."
A wicked smile appeared on Sylvie's face, and she said to Jiang Qiao's expectant eyes: "But they will either never be able to escape the shackles of magic apprentices for the rest of their lives, or they will explode and die because the elements in their bodies are too chaotic."
Jiang Qiao trembled.
Then, she asked Jiang Qiao: "Have you ever felt that there was an inexplicable feeling of blockage and stagnation when casting magic from two different fields in succession?"
Jiang Qiao thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No."
"Uh..." Sylvie was stunned for a moment, and her original train of thought was suddenly disrupted.
"Okay, maybe the level is too low to feel it...forget it, let's skip these for now."
She cleared her throat: "After thousands of years of exploration by magicians, magic is strictly defined into nine levels, just like magicians."
"Also, the magic that appears later will also be defined by the Magician Association, depending on the magic and mental power required to cast the spell."
Finally, she said the most important words for Jiang Qiao tonight: "If you want to be promoted to a second-level magic apprentice, you need to choose one of the second-level magics as a promotion trial."
"This usually consumes all your magic and mental power. If you step over it, your magic and mental power will be greatly improved."
"What if we don't cross over?" Jiang Qiao asked.
Sylvie stared at him deeply: "People whose spirits are exhausted...will die in great pain."
…
Late at night, after the light door was closed, Jiang Qiao was lying on the bed, holding in his hand a thick stack of parchment that Sylvie had prepared for him. On it were all the second-level magic that Sylvie could collect.
Jiang Qiao needs to choose one of them for the promotion ceremony.
Before that, he needs to choose an elemental field to major in.
But after choosing for a long time, he couldn't decide.
At the same time, Sylvie's words kept lingering in his mind: Those who fail will die in great pain.