Chapter 151 Bold Adventures and Careful Preparations 3/4
Chapter 151 Take bold risks, prepare carefully (34)
The entrance to the Mages Guild.
Just like last time, when Rosen jumped out of the carriage in the Pure World Holy Church, he immediately received a strange look of attention.
The eyes are very complicated.
Surprised, wary, disgusted, but different from last time, there is also a lot more respect.
When Rosen approached the hall, and the six-star badge of the Intermediate Divine Seal on his chest shone brightly in the sun, the eyes that followed him were even more shocked.
The apprentices in the hall were whispering.
"Such a young mid-level mage, who is that?"
"Are you so uneasy with your eyes? That's Master Liushu, the great master who pioneered gravity magic, Sir Philander, who won the Flower Society's highest magic achievement award. You don't know him?"
"It's actually him?!"
"Okay, go ahead, I'm waiting for your good news."
After sitting down, he added: "Next, I have to concentrate on mastering the new spell. If there is nothing important, don't talk to me."
Rosen clicked the voucher on the table again.
Rosen nodded to him: "Is Master Fuller here?"
Xia Lina already had a good understanding of Rosen's habits, so she wasn't the least bit surprised at this time.
Philama turned around and left, but after taking a few steps, she stopped again and turned to look at Rosen.
It was an intermediate 9-star mage in his forties. He took the spell book back and complained cautiously: "Old sir, what are you doing?"
Rosen opened his eyes and looked around, and found that there were many familiar faces around him. The exorcist warriors who participated in the King of Neverwinter operation last time were all here, and there were two more teams, so there were 18 exorcist warriors in total.
Fuller was immediately speechless and had nothing to say. After holding it in for a long time, he spread his hands.
"Halo of flames, burning wall, searing praise."
Fuller suddenly became angry, grabbed the spell book and threw it at the source of the sound, causing the latter to scream in surprise.
Wei Na smiled softly: "Xia Lina, no introduction is needed. There should be no one in Silver Moon Castle who is not familiar with Jazz's deeds. Besides, I met him on the Moonlight Battlefield."
Fuller sneered and said: "How dare you, a coward, to make fun of people behind their backs. Look, in two years at most, you will have to bend down and salute him!"
For example, the young mage in front of me.
"If you don't have enough magic power, if you are tired, thirsty or uncomfortable, just shout out and let others accommodate you instead of you accommodating others."
But he actually said a long paragraph, so he just gave a tentative answer.
Every decision he makes is the result of comprehensive considerations, but he will never say everything out loud.
"They are not very powerful, but fortunately they are all six-star fire polarity logic spells, which are suitable for your current spell-casting ability and are also suitable for dealing with the Necromancer and his undead army."
Rosen pursed his lips and smiled, feeling that this guy was talking too much.
"Then you should become a warrior instead of a mage."
"This young man is really stupid. He doesn't have a good life, but he has to go and work for the temple."
"Well, a good memory means being willful."
He quickly walked out of the mage's guild and boarded Sharina's carriage.
"Hmm~~ What a pity~ Such a magic genius is actually a thug of the temple."
"Old sir, are you free?"
After walking a few steps, Master Philama, an old acquaintance, came up to him. He bowed to the Master from afar and looked at him with complicated and cold eyes.
Arriving on the second floor, I walked to the entrance of the spell review department by familiar means, knocked gently on the door, and smiled softly at Master Fuller, who was sitting behind the large circular desk.
"Sir, do you still remember me?" She smiled and winked at Rosen.
"Everyone is here, and everything is ready. Everyone knows the mage who is accompanying the team this time, so I won't introduce them further."
"Old sir, bold adventures require a cautious attitude. After talking for a long time, are you going to share with me some valuable experience in fighting the Necromancer?"
"Young man, have you drank the growth potion as water recently? I haven't seen you for half a month, and you have grown taller again."
Really powerful people all know this truth, but they don’t say it, they only deceive, and it just so happens that a large number of people have been deceived and become lame.
It would be a huge waste for a talented mage like Rosen to fight tooth and nail. This is like a flawless jade that should be stored in a treasure pavilion for appreciation rather than being used as a whetstone in a blacksmith shop.
"Vina, this is the famous Sir Philander."
Rosen ignored these words.
Rosen smiled faintly, but his eyes were slightly cold.
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Rosen smiled slightly: "I asked for it."
After arriving at the temple and all preparations were completed, she woke up Rosen.
"Remember?"
"Uh~~~"
"Why is he hanging out with the Pure World Holy Church?"
On the other side, Rosen naturally didn't know what happened in the judging department.
In less than five minutes, he came back and placed three intermediate spell books in front of Rosen.
Upon hearing this, Fuller immediately stopped smiling and frowned: "What's wrong with Xia Lina? You are called on for such a trivial matter as hunting a necromancer?"
Except for his wife Thrandis, for everyone, he prepared a set of words that fit the other person's character.
"Remember, leave all the daily rough work to the samurai. During the battle, let the samurai fight in the front while you hide behind and release your spells."
Fuller banged his pipe on the table with a solemn expression.
Master Fuller glared at Rosen: "You little guy, there's really nothing I can do to you. Just wait, I'll get you the spell first."
"I'm a little unsure, so I came to you to ask about your experience."
"exist."
Fuller glared at him fiercely: "I'm going to hit you with a book. What, you don't accept it?"
Wei Na was very happy to be remembered by a genius mage like Rosen, and smiled sweetly at Rosen.
"Remember."
Behind him, Master Fuller watched his figure disappear from the entrance of the thesis review department. He wanted to continue taking a nap, but lost his mood. While he was irritated, he suddenly heard the low laughter of his colleagues.
"Let's go, it's done."
Rosen also smiled in response.
The mage looked disapproving, but he didn't dare to contradict Fuller and went back silently.
Rosen snorted coldly and ignored him.
"Oh, no, I don't know Wei Na yet."
The truly powerful ones are scholars who know how to fight.
Fuller was lying on a chair and taking a nap. When he heard the sound, he opened his eyes and saw that it was Rosen, and he immediately laughed.
"If you eat well and drink well, you will naturally grow faster. But today I am not here to reminisce about old times. I have something urgent to do."
Rosen walked over casually, walked to the leather chair in front of the desk and sat down.
"He is a mage from the temple sect. If he doesn't hang out with the temple, why should he hang out with your mother-in-law?"
Rosen spread his hands and said, "Okay~ Actually, I just like to use magic to fight."
"Of course I remember. I was still a spell apprentice at that time and had just escaped from the lycanthrope. When I was in utter embarrassment and depression, Miss Vina gave me a bottle of blue potion."
Rosen nodded: "Thank you very much, old man. Your experience is very useful to me. It may save my life at a critical moment."
What is a gun in this other world?
It’s a powerful spell!
Rosen once again saluted Fuller as a mage, then turned and left.
As he said that, he handed over three intermediate-level spell collection vouchers and said softly: "The temple has an urgent mission to hunt down an intermediate-level necromancer named Damssis. I will fight with Sharina as a team mage."
A scholar who uses a pen to do great things will never be able to do it in ten lifetimes. No matter how beautifully he talks or writes, he will have to kneel down and chew mud if someone slaps him in the face.
He got up and went to the magic library next door.
He pointed to his forehead: "The progress of spellcasting ability is stuck at six and a half stars. No matter how I practice, the progress is very slow, but six stars is too low."
"That bottle of potion greatly relieved my pain, and I'm very grateful for that."
The carriage restarted and drove quickly to the temple.
"We are also masters of magic, but there are also differences between high and low, strong and weak. The delicate and light quill in the study is far inferior to the sharp sword forged on the battlefield."
Fuller understood immediately, but still didn't quite understand: "What are you in a hurry for? Improving your spellcasting ability is something you have to work on bit by bit."
"What, are you planning to arrange my path?!"
After speaking for half an hour, he asked: "Do you remember it well?"
Philama was startled, and immediately lowered her head and bowed to the lower mage: "I said the wrong thing, and I apologize to you."
"Okay, okay, young people are always full of enthusiasm. Since it is your own choice, I have nothing to say but wish you smooth action."
He spoke very quickly and completely ignored Rosen reading, because he knew that the other person could remember it completely.
He whispered: "Master Rosen, with your achievements in magic, it is only a matter of time before you become a magic master. Why should you give up your pride as a mage and serve those men in black?"
Fuller went on to share his experience hunting necromancers with exorcist warriors when he was young.
Rosen handed the spell book back to Fuller: "I've remembered it all, take it back and save the guild some paper money."
"If those clumsy warriors are in danger, save them if you can, and give up if you can't. Your survival is the most important thing. If the warriors die, younger ones will be able to replace them immediately."
He witnessed the other party's growth with his own eyes, from an unknown apprentice to a slightly famous low-level mage, to a mid-level mage with a reputation as dazzling as the sun. The other party's growth rate was simply inhuman, which made him feel very disappointed.
"Aha~ Everyone says Jazz has an extraordinary memory, and it's true."
"Greetings, Master Rosen."
Rosen flipped through the pages quickly and quickly entered all the contents of the three spell books into the adventure log.
Sharina stood in front of the team and gave her final departure speech.
"Understood."
Who is the most powerful person in this world?
Scholar or warrior?
None.
Finally, there is one more healing priest than last time, and he is also a familiar face. He is a gentle, mature, and good-looking big sister. She is none other than the previous military priest, Vina.
If a scholar uses a "gun" to do great things, it will be earth-shaking!
"That's good. Go and do your work. I know the way."
Xialina waved her hand and asked, "Does anyone else have any questions about Rosen?"
"No!"
The 17 exorcist warriors, including Vice Captain Felin, shook their heads together.
Everyone has heard of Rosen's deeds. The evil god can kill him, so why are you afraid that he can't kill a mid-level necromancer?
"Very good. It seems that everyone's fighting spirit is quite high. It's getting late, so let's set off!"