What is your best witchcraft?
Maybe it's detecting monsters, or levitation - or maybe he's not good at any witchcraft at all.
It would be better to say that I am just an ordinary official level wizard anyway, and it is normal that I don't have any proud witchcraft.
...That's right. I am neither a genius who knows everything like Mr. Roland, nor am I as rich and famous as the eldest daughter of the Crawley family. I have never met any good teachers or friends.
As the son of a businessman, I usually go out to play when I have nothing to do. When I am in the mood, I just learn to read and do accounting at home, waiting to inherit the family business in the future.
An Ruosi had maintained such an ordinary fate and spent twelve years very normally.
This dull, ordinary and even uneventful day is the time that An Ruosi misses the most.
However, on An Ruosi's twelfth birthday, he was discovered to have outstanding wizard talent.
There is no way he can survive in Kalar. In this land where witchcraft is feared and hated for no reason, anyone other than a druid with the ability to cast spells will be attacked and killed by the Kalar people for no reason.
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So, when he was twelve years old, he had to leave his hometown, leaving his old father with silver threads on his head and his mother with a tangled look of sadness on his face, and entered the White Tower alone to learn witchcraft.
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So far, he has joined a certain line of White Tower nobles and got a good job among them.
——An Ruosi has been waiting for the day when she can change her destiny.
At this moment, the wizard boy was tied randomly to a pillar with a thick hemp rope, and his hands were tied behind his back.
Yes. His identity was discovered.
Captain Macon disappeared inexplicably before breakfast. Without the threat of the vicious man with a scar running through his face, those idle wanderers in the hotel soon set their sinister eyes on Anruo.
think.
The civilians originally just saw his white fingers and cowardly tone, and wanted to kidnap him and get some money out of him. However, after being reminded by one of them who had some common sense, they soon discovered that they seemed to have kidnapped a wizard.
The civilians were naturally frightened at first. But after they politely asked that An Ruosi was just a wizard apprentice, the mob immediately became more courageous. At the same time, they felt deeply ashamed of their previous cowardice.
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This group of ignorant civilians cannot understand the unity of the wizards of the White Tower, nor can they understand the meaning of a wizard apprentice who graduated with all A's.
But they understand that at least now the wizard will not attract terrible lightning or fire to kill himself——
So An Ruosi's mouth was stuffed with dirty, smelly rags by the mob, tied to a pillar, and beaten randomly.
His right wrist was broken with a thick wooden stick, and his knees were covered with bloodstains and dirt. His face, although not handsome but good-looking, was no longer as clean as before. It was full of bruises and bruises, and the large bruises and bloodstains looked like claws from beasts.
Scratched in general.
Anyway, wizards and priests do not enjoy legal protection in Kalar, so they just hit An Ruosi's vital parts without caring about what would happen if someone was killed.
There was a swing punch that An Ruosi still remembered vividly - the punch came from the right side of the face. After being hit, An Ruosi's mind went blank.
Two of his teeth were knocked out. Blood poured from his mouth and nose.
An Ruosi didn't cry out in pain at that time. He didn't even care about his injuries, he just focused on looking at his single-frame glasses that had been knocked to the ground.
"please……"
He only had time to utter a vague word before a new round of beatings came.
There was a crisp breaking sound, and in the excitement of the crowd, An Ruosi's glasses were unconsciously stepped on by someone.
They didn't care at all about the shattering sound under their feet, nor the vague whisper that flashed across An Ruosi's mouth. Or for them, crying out in pain after being beaten was a normal reaction.
This group of civilians who completely thought they were killing a demon mustered up the courage to beat An Ruosi. They even went home and brought their children. Every child who dared to attack An Ruosi would be shouted at by these swingers.
Praise.
As a result, the world in front of An Ruosi was once again shrouded in fists and vicious words.
The unjustified beating continued for about forty minutes again.
The reason why it finally stopped was not because people were intolerant or compassionate, but because they were tired.
These mobs take it for granted that mercy is meant for humans and their own kind. How can a person talk about mercy for demons?
——Even if they don't know what the word "devil" means, at most they can interpret it as "a very bad, very bad witch".
From the time they were young, their father and grandfather told them horrific stories about wizards and witches who cut open the hearts of children before going to bed, and how people felt happy when they burned witches and hung them. And for those who were still young,
The young children raised questions about this. These adults said in such a matter-of-fact tone, "Having mercy on the devil is the greatest weakness and stupidity."
There is no need to understand or question. They were told by their adults that they just need to remember these things.
And they naturally passed on the bedtime stories of the previous generation from generation to generation. Even though they did not know the origin of these stories or how true they were, they firmly let their children "
"Believe and understand" these stories full of blood and hatred, and proudly call them "the cultural heritage of the Karar people".
In An Ruosi's view, these are just a bunch of stupid beasts.
He couldn't understand the behavior of these people at all.
They are not for glory or faith, their hatred is empty, and their seemingly noble thoughts are just the vomit of those who have little knowledge and have stolen the thoughts of the truly noble.
It was precisely because of this that An Ruosi could not understand the meaning of their actions. Therefore, he did not feel the shame of being abused or the damage to his self-esteem at all.
In An Ruosi's view, being beaten by this group of people was like being accidentally caught and bitten by a group of hyenas. The pain that would only be caused by being hurt by the same kind did not appear to An Ruosi at all.
The group of people seemed to be tired and walked out of the warehouse one by one. But they had no intention of letting An Ruosi go.
It seems that either they are planning to "punish" An Ruosi a second time after taking a break...
Or, they planned to conduct a divine trial and then execute An Ruosi.
"Just wait for death, villain!"
An elderly vagabond with dark skin and no clothes on his body spat maliciously at An Ruosi before going out. The thick phlegm did not resist gravity and did not fall on An Ruosi.
It just landed on the group of fragments of glasses that were not much more complete than fragments.
"Heh...who is the villain?"
An Ruosi murmured vaguely, looking up at the sky outside through the hole in the warehouse ceiling.
…I can’t see clearly.
He lost his glasses, and blood soaked into his eyes. As a result, An Ruosi's vision became blurry.
Speaking of which, it seems that I have seen such a blurry scene at the beginning?
Thinking of this, An Ruosi suddenly froze on the spot.
When was it?
"It must have been when I was a kid."
He whispered softly, with a firm tone.
It was when he was eleven years old that An Ruosi saw an elegantly dressed man when he was going out to play.
The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, had black hair and black eyes, and was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall. He gave the impression that he was as elegant as a scholar.
Although this person seemed to give people a very comfortable feeling, An Ruosi immediately had a feeling——
This person is a liar.
But after An Ruosi told him the matter directly and unceremoniously, the liar who seemed very fond of him smiled instead of getting angry. Not only did he not get angry and hurt An Ruosi, he also gave one of his glasses as a gift.
I gave it to him and kindly taught An Ruosi an interesting little trick.
And it was because of that trick that An Ruosi realized that she had a talent for casting spells——
An Ruosi's heart moved, and the rope that tied him tightly untied itself in an instant.
There are no physical restraints that can trap him.
Whether it's ropes, shackles or mud blockades, he can open them as easily as a lock.
"It's better to say that I became a wizard." An Ruosi moved her wrist, and a dark golden metallic light flashed in her eyes. "A half-baked wizard is worse than an outstanding gangster."
It's so pitiful. An Ruosi originally wanted to be a thief. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!