Aaron carried an elk on his back and walked into the village, greeting the people in the village. "Did Zorro catch another prey?"
"It's really amazing."
At this time, his identity was Zorro, a middle-aged hunter with slightly white temples and a weathered face. Aaron took the elk and walked directly through the village and stopped on a hillside.
On the top of the hillside, a wooden house was built, surrounded by branches as a fence, and there were many herbs inside. A village girl wearing an apron was watering the herbs.
When he heard the noise, he raised his head with a smile on his face: "Uncle Zorro." "Well, is Iris here?"
Aaron put down the prey and raised the wine bag on his waist: "I came to him for a drink." "Here he is!"
The village girl smiled even happier and took the initiative to open the door, obviously trusting Aaron very much.
Aaron untied a pheasant from his waist and handed it to the village girl: "Ellie, roast the pheasant. Well, don't make a pie. Use the method I taught you to chop the pheasant into pieces and fry it with wild vegetables."
Ellie obviously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but hesitated: "Okay. But that would be too wasteful. Uncle Zorro, you must be so wasteful that you can't save enough money to marry a wife."
Aaron rolled his eyes and entered the cabin.
In the room, there was only an old man with white hair, smoking a pipe. When he saw Aaron, he didn't even raise his eyelids: "You're here again."
"Yes, Mr. Iris, I'm here again." Aaron raised the wine bag in his hand: "I'll treat you to a drink!"
When he said this, Iris's throat visibly rolled.
Although he was very impatient with this dog-skin plaster, he was really impressed by the other party's wine-making skills.
Aaron took out the cup very familiarly, sat across from Iris, and poured himself a cup.
In the kitchen, the sound of Ellie's singing soon came, as well as the mixed aroma of fat and chicken while cooking.
Iris looked at the kitchen, smiled, and then looked at Aaron: "Zorro, you have been waiting for me for twenty years, haven't you given up yet?"
He knew that Zorro was a demon hunter.
But he does not regard warlocks as his mortal enemy. Instead, he wants to become a warlock, which is really a rare species. "Of course. Becoming a warlock is my dream all along!"
Aaron answered firmly.
After he settled down with Quasimodo, he traveled across the continent again, looking for information about the warlock. After meeting Iris and confirming that he was a warlock apprentice, he immediately locked onto the target.
Compared with those high-ranking royal families and nobles, Iris, who is dressed in Ziran, is obviously easier to deal with. "You can't give me what I want."
Iris also poured himself a glass of wine: "Remember what I told you? As long as I am willing, I can even build a principality or even a kingdom so that my descendants can always enjoy wealth and glory, but I don't want to.
"The hidden senior apprentice of the Misri family, the old monster, also came to me and wanted to exchange knowledge with me, but I refused."
He is a relatively unique warlock apprentice.
At the beginning, it was not the blood of those royal families and nobles, it was just a coincidence, a genius who stood out from the common people and was lucky enough to pass the examination.
When there was no hope of advancement, after returning to his hometown, he did not establish a family.
It has to be said that in any group, there are always a few special species.
Of course, Aaron would not let go of this rare opportunity, and shamelessly entangled the other party. Then, this entanglement lasted for twenty years!
"The food is here, remember not to drink too much."
At this moment, Ellie brought a plate of fried chicken on a wooden plate, placed it on the table, and warned again, "Okay, okay!"
Aaron smiled and agreed.
Of course, he is fully aware of the reason why he is short of capital, and the "Wraith Flower" in the plan that may impress the warlock has not been cultivated at all.
Therefore, all he can do is to move people with his affection. No, he should establish a good relationship with Iris first, and then wait until he dies of old age before he can take advantage of Ellie.
Anyway, he's very good at this.
Iris looked at Aaron, a little helpless.
This demon hunter is indeed interesting, and he can spend more than twenty years with him. In fact, both parties have long
They are already tacit friends.
What a pity.
"How many times do I have to say this? You don't have the talent to be a warlock at all. Just give up on this idea."
Iris sighed: "There are ten talent levels in the warlock bloodline. The first level is the highest and the tenth level is the lowest. But in fact, there is basically no hope of being promoted to a formal warlock for those below the fifth level. I was qualified for the sixth level at the beginning. I waited until I got there.
I only found out about this in Warlock Continent. This is the shackles of blood and it is extremely difficult to break! I don’t want to be a slave to my mentor for the rest of my life, so I spent all my savings and chose to return to my hometown with the airship of Warlock Maska."
"So, can you test your qualifications?" Aaron looked confused.
"Remember the pattern I taught you three years ago when I couldn't stand it anymore? It was a tool for detecting talent. Although it was slower and more vague, it was far less simple and accurate than the methods of formal warlocks. But those with talent, even the most powerful
Even the poor tenth class can gradually feel the power of chaos in the void by imagining this picture."
Iris shook his head: "What a pity. You haven't felt it for three whole years, which means your talent belongs to the eleventh level! In other words, you have no talent!"
Aaron looked really shocked.
He looked at Ellie who was still busy in the kitchen: "Okay. What about her talent?"
"Ellie's talent is not bad, she's at the seventh level. It's a pity that in a place like this where resources are scarce, it would be great to be promoted to a junior apprentice."
Iris shook her head and glared at Aaron warily: "I'm warning you, don't try to take advantage of Ellie, she is only sixteen years old."
"Ahem."
Aaron pointed to his nose: "Although I know that the descendants of warlocks are very likely to have warlock talents, but I am a demon hunter!"
"Oh, you're a sterile witcher, so that'll be fine."
Iris patted her forehead and said with a smile: "You know, if the Misri family knew about Ellie's talent, they would definitely marry her and even make her their queen!"
It has only been more than twenty years since the last talent test. It will be nearly eighty years until the next one.
The average sorcerer apprentice wouldn't live that long.
Therefore, many nobles on the mainland place their hopes on their fourth and fifth generation descendants.
Moreover, although the warlock family here cannot come up with a way to quickly test talent, they can still come up with a time-consuming and rough judgment method of talent through methods such as meditation.
Aaron:.”
"Who do you think I am? By the way, why did you suddenly talk so much today?" He looked at Iris and was keenly aware of the other person's aging.
Although his face is still full of red light, there is a sense of returning to the past. This mid-level sorcerer apprentice has probably reached the end of his life.
"I am only over seventy years old this year. The lifespan of a warlock apprentice is usually around a hundred years old, but living in the laboratory for a long time has destroyed my body."
Iris took a sip of wine: "Zorro, my friend, if one day comes, I hope you can take good care of Ellie."
"Don't worry, my friend!"
Aaron beat his chest: "This is an agreement between men!" -
night.
He returned to his hunter's cabin and opened the attribute bar: [Name: Aaron (Zorro)]
[Gene Ability: Surge of Blood, Manipulation of Blood (Single Player)]
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In the skill column, the image given by Iris is still unformed. "As expected. Do I have no talent?"
"Or did Iris give the wrong one on purpose?" Aaron touched his chin.
In fact, he has been trying to meditate every day for the past three years and has never slacked off for a day.
Even at this time, he took out a thick book directly from under the bed and took out the pages sandwiched in it.
It was a piece of yellowed parchment, with some stars in the dark night sky depicted on it. The paper also exuded an inexplicable fragrance.
"This is not a warlock's meditation method. Even if it is at the apprentice level, it is extremely precious and cannot be given away casually."
Aaron knows this very well.
"General meditation methods should include three major stages: induction, absorption, and application. This meditation diagram only involves the induction stage. It should be used for talented people to familiarize themselves with the power of chaos. Even if they feel it, they cannot absorb it!"
"Even so, it is relatively precious. The Lancaster family has never even heard of it." "Iris is a good person. I am determined to be this friend."
Aaron sighed and continued to visualize the star map on the yellow pages.
This is not an all-out sprint, but a daily diversion and adjustment, equivalent to a routine check-in. After all, he has limited time, and even if he takes the wrong path, he is qualified to come back and do it again.
Tonight.
The situation seems to have changed slightly.
Aaron's mind visualized the stars. In his mind, one light spot after another was lit up instantly. Then, his consciousness seemed to touch a large area of darkness.
The endless black mist surged, and there seemed to be something inexplicable swimming in it. The scales scraped together and made a hissing sound, "Is that Chaos?"
Aaron opened his eyes and glanced at the attribute bar:
"Sure enough, that moment was not an illusion. I really felt the power of chaos. But I couldn't activate it, let alone absorb it into my body and transform it. In the end, it formed an apprentice-level warlock trick."
Aaron touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
"According to Iris, if you successfully meditate and sense the power of chaos for the first time after viewing this kind of visualization chart, it is considered a first-class talent. Even in the Warlock Continent, you will be a top talent that will be snapped up by various forces!"
"Those who can get started within one to three days are probably second- and third-level talents, which are quite good. There is great hope of becoming a formal warlock."
"Those who get started within one month have fourth- and fifth-level talents and have the possibility to become official warlocks." "Those who have started beyond one month have talents below fifth level.
"It took Ellie about six months to sense chaos, and she has been classified as a seventh-level talent." "If she hasn't sensed it for a year, she is an ordinary person without talent, and she is in the eleventh level!"
"I have barely succeeded in the past three years, so what does it count? Is it the twelfth grade?"
Aaron thought for a while: "Perhaps. Talent is something that everyone probably has, but talents below the tenth level are too weak, and there is no difference between them and none? So they are all classified as untalented?" I thought.
Just think about his experience. It takes three years for a warlock to get started with the visualization method. How long does it take for a formal meditation method?
Not to mention, after becoming a formal warlock, there are more advanced meditation methods. With this efficiency, it may take thousands of years of practice before you can try to break through! In this time, the bones of a formal warlock will turn to ashes!
But Aaron's eyes lit up: "Okay...as long as the talent is not 0, even if it is 0.0001...there is still the possibility of improvement!
As for taking the time?
What he is least afraid of is spending time.
"Now. I need a real warlock meditation method, even if it's just an apprentice level!"
"Then, you can introduce the power of chaos, stimulate your bloodline, and become a junior warlock apprentice. After the first level, you will get to the intermediate level, then to the high level. Finally, you will become a formal warlock!"
Every step of this is difficult, you can tell just by looking at Iris.
He went to the Warlock Continent for further training, and when he came back, he was just a mid-level warlock apprentice! It was very difficult to become a formal warlock.
But Aaron wasn't worried at all.
He believes that no matter what kind of hurdles he has, he can always pass it slowly with time! "Is it the power of chaos?"
"This low-dimensional world with completely different powers from spirituality is quite interesting." Thinking of this, Aaron closed his eyes.
The moon outside the house rises and sets. The next day.
early morning.
The sound of hurried footsteps came: "Uncle Zorro! Uncle Zorro!" "What happened?"
Aaron walked out of the cabin and saw Ellie who looked anxious.
"Grandpa Iris, Grandpa Iris." Ellie said with a cry in her voice. Aaron was heartbroken and came to the wooden house on the hill.
Iris was lying on the bed and walking peacefully. On the table next to him, there was a letter. The cover said - My friend Zorro!
Aaron was silent for a moment and opened the letter.
"Zorro, the witcher, haha. I don't know if this is your real name. After all, after the bloody gathering of witchers, there are very few witchers on Adson Island."
"Sorry. I am such a suspicious person. If I didn't have this suspicion, maybe I would have died many times. I have secretly monitored you for ten years, and now, my friend, I want to apologize for my behavior.
!Although you covet the power of the warlock, you can stick to your heart and keep the bottom line. I admire you."
"Finally, please burn my body to ashes, and then find a deserted place to bury it properly. As a sorcerer apprentice, I am not sure whether my body will become a corpse after my death, or whether my body will become a source of pollution, or become an evil spirit. Haha,
This is no joke."
"Finally, I left my inheritance to Ellie. Please take good care of her. You can also ask her about warlocks. Although these are of no use. Even I have reached the end of my bloodline.
Alas, he is a formal sorcerer."
Looking at Iris' name at the end, Aaron said to Ellie: "Your teacher left everything he had to you and he passed away peacefully."
"teacher!"
Ellie knelt in front of the bed and cried bitterly.
