Following the dark path and passing through a small forest, a small villa suddenly appeared in front of Angelet.
There are two glass oil lamps hanging outside the door of the villa courtyard. The dim lights only illuminate a distance of a few meters. The oil lamps are blown by the wind and hit the door from time to time, making a gentle popping sound.
Angelet straightened his clothes and walked towards the courtyard door.
He pressed his hand on the cold wooden door and pushed it gently.
"Dennis, are you back?" In the yard, a girl in gray robe with a delicate face and a slightly fat body was watering the water. She raised her head and looked towards the door.
"Well, where is Sidman?" Angelet asked.
"It's inside."
"Then I'll go in first."
"Um."
Angelet walked through the yard and walked into the half-open door of the villa. It was bright inside, with glass wall lamps hanging on all four walls.
A faint warm feeling hit my face, and the air inside had a faint aroma of fruit wine.
An old man with gray hair and beard was sitting quietly on the sofa in the hall, explaining something in a low voice to the man in gray robe named Sidman just now. On the low table in front of the two of them, there were two hot cups.
green fruit wine.
There was still a faint fragrance floating in the hall, and Angelet couldn't tell what kind of spice it was.
His disguise as Dennis this time was actually just a temporary idea, but when he saw this old man, he breathed a sigh of relief. This old man was only in the ordinary wizard stage, and had not even achieved the substantive spiritual power.
But it's normal to think about it. If it enters the gasification or liquefaction stage, the old man doesn't need to go to the countryside to make money on his own. Joining other forces is a good choice.
Since his mental strength is worse than Angelet's, he doesn't have to worry about him seeing through his disguise.
Angelet was also slightly relieved. Although he had the hallucination mark, he could run away even if he encountered a wizard who was stronger than him, but there were only two marks left, so it would be best if he didn't use them.
"Mentor, I'm back." He whispered, imitating Dennis's voice.
"Yes." The old man looked up at him and nodded, not paying much attention to Angele. He continued to explain to Sidman.
Dennis, played by Angelet, is only a first-level apprentice, but he is the son of the old wizard's younger brother. However, it is learned from Dennis's mouth that he does not seem to receive any preferential treatment. He is even required to do so because the apprentice level is lower than the other two.
Clean the room every day and be responsible for fetching food and drinks from the town.
Fortunately, Dennis hasn't been here long, only a year, and because he doesn't understand anything, he has never had any contact with the old man, and he rarely even goes there to ask questions. Every time, he just takes the book and goes back to study on his own.
Over time, the old man seemed to have forgotten his apprenticeship.
Dennis's original character is introverted, quiet, and a bit withdrawn. So there was no pressure at all for Angelet to play the role.
As a wizard, he has been alone for a long time and has long been accustomed to living alone. After all, the standard for introversion is to like to be alone and talk less.
The old man Makolov was wearing a white robe with a silver metal thread inlaid on the collar. He was talking to Sideman in a low voice, but Sideman frowned. He seemed to have difficulty understanding the instructor's explanation.
Angelet stood aside and listened for a while, explaining the basics, and then walked directly to the back of the hall stairs. According to Dennis' description, their apprentices can only live on the first floor. His room is at the end of the first floor.
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Sure enough, I walked to the very back. Among the four bedrooms, the last one had Dennis's name on it.
Angelet took out the key, opened the door, walked in and locked it behind his back.
"As long as I'm sure Makolov can't find me, it'll be fine." A smile appeared on Angelet's lips. As for the real Dennis, he had already been directly cremated.
The room is very simple, with a desk, a single bed, and a small bookshelf standing in one corner. Several black wooden chairs are placed randomly in the room.
Angelet lit the oil lamp on the table, opened the table and sat down.
A thick black paper book was placed on top. The cover said in Angmar: Basic Principles of Energy Compression.
The vellum book looked new, and it seemed that Dennis had barely flipped through it.
Angelet turned to the first page.
"Energy compression is the focus of research by many wizards, and it is also one of the criteria for the strength of the energy-incarnated body." This is the first sentence at the beginning.
"Oh? How can a wizard who has not yet achieved substantial spiritual power have such in-depth energy research?" Angelet suddenly became interested.
He continued to read.
As time passed by, his expression became more and more solemn.
After more than half an hour, the entire book was completely read.
He closed the book and closed his eyes slightly.
"Seventy-two formulas are cross-combined to solve various problems encountered in energy compression. This level of induction cannot be achieved by wandering wizards. It is most likely a branch of wizard inheritance in ancient times." Angelet
Formulas and model structures proposed in books quickly flashed through my mind.
These structures can continuously compress almost all energy, just like optimizing the inequality of a mathematical problem, using different formulas to perform calculations, and finally transforming from an extremely complex formula into an extremely simple structure.
"It is easy to master the formulas, but it is extremely difficult to use these formulas to actually compress and solve problems, which requires extremely strong logical thinking ability. The greater the degree of compression, the more mental energy is consumed. However, the power of the spell model obtained
The stronger it gets. No wonder the two apprentices said that the old man could blow up a big tree with just one of his tricks."
Angelet's eyes shone faintly. Although he knew that every wandering wizard definitely had his own set of trump cards to rely on for survival, he did not expect the knowledge of energy compression.
At the beginning, he chose the fire element Markolov instead of the other two. In fact, he had a lucky idea in his heart that he might gain something. Unexpectedly, he actually gained something.
Excellent energy compression, once mastered, will have a strong increase in any ability.
Gently picking up the oil lamp, Angele walked to the bookshelf and began to search it to see if there were any related books.
After searching for a while, he sat back down slightly disappointed. The bookshelf was full of miscellaneous books, nothing valuable at all.
After sitting on the chair and thinking for a while, Angelet stood up and sat on the bed, simply entering a meditative state. Anyway, it would take a long time to recover from his injuries, so he was not in a hurry.
At noon, Angelet walked out of the town's pharmacy along the street.
When they arrived at the gate of the town wall, a large group of people gathered around the wall and looked at a piece of parchment taped to it.
The crowd was noisy, and they were all discussing the above content with great interest.
Angele glanced at it as he passed by and slowly stopped. He also squeezed into the crowd a few times before he could clearly see the content posted.
On the parchment announcement, a clear portrait was drawn at the top, exactly what he looked like, and below was the content of the wanted order.
'Whoever captures this person will receive 500,000 gold coins and 200 high-quality magic crystals. Whoever reports the information will receive 50,000 gold coins and 30 high-quality magic crystals.'
"Two hundred pieces of high-quality magic crystals" Angelet himself was slightly surprised.
"These are obviously rewards for civilians and wizards respectively. It seems that this kid has made the Baiwu Forest area angry." A young guy chuckled behind him. "If any of us see this person, report it.
If you go up there, you will probably never be short of money in your life."
"Who is this kid? He is actually wanted by several major organizations. Look at the sign on the back. The Maloshan Family, Baiwu Forest, and Mipan Academy have all issued wanted orders." A mercenary on one side dressed as a mercenary.
The strong man asked in a low voice.
"Who knows? We can't touch the things of these wizards."
A group of people chatted casually.
Since pretending to be Dennis, Angelet has been in the villa for more than ten days in a row, cleaning and tidying up the room every day. Even though he is so taciturn, the others have not noticed anything wrong.
The injuries on his body were healed a lot after he bought some medicine in the town in the name of Makolov. He only needed to adjust the injuries to his internal organs.
I originally went out to buy some used healing herbs today, but I didn't expect to see a wanted order for myself.
Carrying the things he bought, Angelet squeezed through the crowd, walked out of the city gate, and turned in the direction of Makolov's villa.
We walked along the path for a while, passed through the fence, and soon returned to the villa.
But before approaching the door, I heard a low voice coming from inside the villa.
"Have you really decided?" This was Makolov's voice.
"Yes, mentor. My family has been completely disappointed with my lack of progress in the past few years. I can't stay like this anymore. Please forgive me..." Sidman's anxious voice came next.
Makorov was silent for a while.
"I can understand you...when are you going to leave?"
"It's only been the past few days." Sidman also paused. "Thank you for taking care of me, tutor, over the past few years. It's the students who have failed me." His tone was full of helplessness.
"It's none of your business." Makolov sighed and stopped talking.
Angelet stood outside the door until there was no more voices coming from inside, then he took out the key and opened the door.
In the hall, Makolov and Sidman were sitting on the sofa in the hall, their faces a little depressed.
After bowing respectfully to Makolov, Angelet carried his things and walked to his room. It would be a long time before he fully recovered from his injury.
Sidman left, and that afternoon, he took a carriage and left the small town of Ernst.
Angelet and Natalie both came out to see him off. Markolov was sitting in the villa, looking tired, not knowing what he was thinking.
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