Volume 1, The Wizarding World, Chapter 1, Ian Hyde
Where is this?
Liang Shuwen suddenly opened his eyes and looked around the room. Everything here seemed very strange.
His forehead was sticky and uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and wiped it, and it turned out to be sweat. But where did the sweat come from in a mountain city in the winter?
What came into view was an unfamiliar room: the tall windows, the dark stained glass, and the bottles and jars on the long stone table in front clearly indicated that this was not his room.
The earth-filled floor felt somewhat familiar, but the decayed and old furnishings were extremely unfamiliar, like an English town in the Elizabethan period.
Touching the rough fabric and wrapped in a dark tunic, he knew at a glance what had happened.
"Holy crap, eunuchs can also travel through time?" Liang Shuwen was all depressed.
It’s not that I’m depressed because of time travel, but that I’m depressed because I just prepared the eunuch’s own novel.
That was the first novel he wrote. How many firsts can there be in life, but it just disappeared like this? If he persisted a little longer, he might have changed his mind, but now there was no chance.
He sat in a daze for a while, and had already completed the absorption of the former master's identity in his mind.
Liang Shuwen, oh no, it should be said that Ian Hyde is a member of a secret organization under Norton Mountain, a new wizard, or a magician - it doesn't matter, anyway, from the secular point of view, they are all weird and mysterious names, and they are equally confusing.
Awe and fear.
Ian originally had a great future and became the pride of the Hyde family, but now his body has been robbed by Liang Shuwen, and of course everything has come to nothing.
This also shows that wizards are indeed a high-risk profession.
Wu Xian continued to complain, and another long-standing memory flooded into his mind. It was about the life of his previous master - the standard first half of a nobleman's life. According to the feedback this body gave him, Liang Shuwen felt deeply in his heart.
Disgusted and tired.
training training training.
Monotony and boredom constituted the entirety of his life, and they were also the double imprints his father used on his body and spirit with his whip - in order to make him a qualified successor.
In some respects, his father did succeed. He succeeded in creating a mechanical, old-fashioned, taciturn young man who stayed away from strangers. Perhaps this was exactly what the other party wanted.
Tuk Tuk!
A knock on the door interrupted Ian's memories!
"Ahem, please come in!" He cleared his throat. As he spoke, he realized that he was not in a good condition. He was very weak. His internal organs seemed to have been stirred randomly with a stick, and he felt very uncomfortable with the slightest exertion.
This state is simply incredible for a well-trained and strong body.
The dilapidated wooden boards were not bolted and were pushed open at once, and the pale red light finally shone into this small stone house.
"Hi, Ian!"
A young man wearing the same clothes walked in. He was tall and fair-skinned, the kind of white that only appears after being out in the sun for a long time.
At this time, his gray eyes were showing concern and a slight twinkle.
Liang Shuwen, who avoided looking at him due to a guilty conscience, did not notice this, but the man's name and other information suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Hi Gervas!"
While he was responding, he was thinking about his predecessor's behavior pattern in his mind, thinking about how to deal with it so as not to reveal his flaws.
This is a dull and boring person, whose facial expression and tone of voice should remain the same, like a failed sculpture.
So he stared blankly at the other person's toes without saying a word.
Gervas Helida has long been accustomed to the eccentric behavior of this peer, which is why he is willing to get close to him. After all, no one in the entire Hyderian Monastery wants to be friends with him, even if he is one of his peers.
A leader, one of the first to be promoted to a wizard.
Gervas said in a very apologetic tone: "Ian, my friend! The thing about the dark surge was indeed my fault. I should not have given you the spell without consulting the instructor."
"If I knew you were so eager to practice it, I wouldn't give it to you easily. That would be too reckless."
He pursed his lips tightly and stared at Gervas' toes.
This person is indeed the former master’s only friend here. In view of the former master’s extremely eccentric character, even though he is the leader among the new blood of this mysterious organization, there are very few people who are willing to get close to him, and they can get along well with him.
Among the people, Gervas is the only one.
The two are also two of the five people who have been successfully promoted to wizards in the past ten years.
The dark surge in Gervas' mouth was the magic spell he got from nowhere three days ago. He originally thought it was a necromancy extraction that could enhance the wizard's magical energy, but he didn't expect it to be a dark surge that caused an energy riot.
The original owner was killed and Liang Shuwen took advantage.
Liang Shuwen raised his head, pulled up the corners of his mouth slightly, imitating the original owner's dull smile like a mechanical puppet, and said word for word: "It doesn't matter, I don't blame you, I was reckless."
Gervas opened his mouth slightly, looking a little surprised. Based on his understanding of Ian, if he didn't lose his temper this time, he would ignore him for at least several months. Why did he forgive himself so easily this time? Could it be that?
Brain burned out by magic?
No matter what, Gervas raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a gray pottery bottle from his arms, and handed it to Ian: "Here, go on!"
Ian seemed to have calmed down at this moment, and asked with confusion and surprise: "What's in it, alchemy potion?" He had seen this kind of bottle in his memory. It was in the mentor's laboratory in the monastery, and it contained bottles with unknown uses.
of mysterious liquid.
Seeing him raise his head, Gervas showed a distressed expression: "As long as you know, it was always my mistake that caused your injury before. If you drink this, it will help you get better quickly."
Ian did not pick it up. He knew that this kind of thing was not available to new wizards: "Where did you get it? Did you ask your mentor for help?"
He knew that the price of the mentor's move was high, and Gervas was not that rich yet. If this thing was true, it must have come from something wrong.
Sure enough, Gervas suddenly came closer, put his index finger in front of his lips, glanced left and right, and said in a nervous voice: "Don't make any noise, I secretly poured some from Teacher Fox. After you drink it, throw the bottle away. Don't worry.
, this matter will not be discovered."
Mentor Fox, also known as Abel Fox, is one of the mentors of Hydrian who teaches the new wizards the mysteries of the dead. He is an old man with outdated ideas. He is often angry for various reasons and is a dangerous person.
Seeing that Ian still didn't move, Gervas stuffed it into his hand and said angrily: "I didn't want you to get better soon, otherwise why would you steal? You know how weird that old man is, I'm so weird
How much risk are you taking? We are friends, you won’t betray me, right!”
As the heir to the earl, Ian will never betray his friends.
Since Liang Shuwen has inherited this body, he will not do anything against his personality for the time being. Besides, Gervas is still doing it for his own good, so he nodded and promised: "Thank you, Gervas!"
Seeing that the other party accepted the pottery vase, Gervas seemed to feel much more relaxed. He knew that Ian liked to be alone, so he turned around and left after a few casual conversations.
Before going out, he repeatedly asked him to drink the potion as soon as possible to destroy any traces.
According to Liang Shuwen's guess, if Gervas hadn't known that the original owner hated being forced, he would have had to see him drink it all on the spot before he would leave.
"Alchemical potion?"
He played with the pottery bottle in his hand. After opening the lid, he could smell a spicy and pungent smell. The mouth of the bottle was too small to see the contents inside. He poured the liquid into the bowl, which turned out to be a shallow pool of red liquid.
There is still some residue floating on it. I don't know if it is from the bowl or the liquid raw materials. It vaguely feels like part of the shell of some kind of beetle.
Rather than saying it was a potion, it was more convincing that it was poison. This appearance made him really not have the courage to drink it.
However, this thing is produced by the occult, and it has an unusual healing effect on injuries caused by the same supernatural force. Ian has been injured in the internal organs by the negative energy of the riots in the past two days, and he is in desperate need of this thing to heal his injuries.
But Ian was no longer the same Ian as before. He thought of other things, so he picked up a piece of dark and hard bread, dipped it in the liquid at the bottom of the bowl, and placed it in the dark corner that was the favorite of mice.