When Reggie was drunk, he once told Batchelor a story.
He said that there is a terrible legend in the ancient East. People who die with resentment will turn into a terrible devil, which is called a stiff corpse.
The stiff corpse has lost its soul, but the remaining resentment will control the corpse to eat other people's flesh and blood.
Although he recognized the person outside the window as Doranor, Batchelor still believed that he had turned into a zombie.
The old Noel, who hadn't eaten much for more than a month, was horribly thin. He was almost exactly the same as the zombie in Batchelor's imagination. As for why his eyes were flashing green, even he couldn't explain it clearly.
Considering that they had known each other for many years, Batchelor invited Doranor into the study. Seeing that he could eat, drink, and talk and laugh as usual, Batchelor was somewhat relieved. At least this old wizard could prove that he was a wizard.
living person.
"Actually, I woke up three days ago," Doranor swallowed a piece of bacon and wiped the sauce from his mouth, "It's just that Bella is always there, and I don't want to talk to her yet."
"Bella?" Batchelor smiled slightly, "You mean your student? In fact, you should leave her to me. I like children who like to ask questions."
"Maybe it was possible before, but not now," Doranor shook his head and said, "You are about to leave. I can no longer hand over any property belonging to the master to you."
Batchelor looked surprised and said: "You even know about this?"
"Of course I know, but I can't believe it. Are you really going to leave the master?"
Batchelor sighed and said: "I was ordered by the lord to manage the new territory for him."
Dolanor showed a strange smile: "Old friend, can't we be more honest with each other? I know what you want to do. You want to find the Hades Wizard. He is on Camel Island."
Batchelor took a deep breath: "How do you know this?"
"I have served the Hades Wizard for four full years. As long as he is alive, I can feel his existence."
Batchelor didn't argue any more. No matter how profound his wisdom was, he seemed a little pale in front of Dolanor.
"What kind of person is he?" Bachelo couldn't help but ask a question, a question that had troubled him throughout his life.
"It's impossible to describe, but you will know it soon," Doranor took a sip of wine, stared at Bachelo, and said, "Some things may be different from what you imagined. I just want to advise you,
Don't regret your rash decision."
"Why should I regret it?" Batchelor didn't want to make any more excuses. "Being able to serve the Hades Wizard is every wizard's dream. Not every wizard can be as lucky as you."
Doranor nodded and said, "I know I'm lucky."
Batchelor smiled and said: "Are you willing to admit it?"
Doranor shook his head and said: "It's not the kind of luck you said. The luckiest thing in my life is meeting Lord Victor, my master. He made me forget what the Hades Wizard brought to me.
Nightmare, old friend, I just want to advise you, just one thing, you are in heaven now, don't push yourself to hell."
Batchelor sneered: "Don't pretend to know everything, okay? You have never seen heaven or hell."
"You are the one who knows everything, and you are also the truly lucky person. You can use your witchcraft unscrupulously without worrying about exposing your identity as a wizard." Doranor put down the tableware and prepared to leave, "I know that I
I can't convince you, just like no one could convince me when I was young, but I want to remind you one thing, if we meet on the battlefield in the future, I will not show mercy to you."
Doranor turned to leave, but Batchelor suddenly stood up and said: "Old friend, don't forget the rules among wizards. My identity is higher than yours. The way you talk to me seems inappropriate."
"Is it inappropriate?" Doranor asked in surprise, "I don't seem to have violated any etiquette."
While talking, Doranor took off his shirt, revealing the traces on his back.
Batchelor's body was trembling violently, and stars appeared on Doranor's back. He became a star-level wizard.
After being in a coma for more than a month, Doranor came back to life and upgraded three levels in a row, going directly from under the clouds to above the stars.
Doranor put his clothes back on and turned back to Batchelor: "Remember one thing, never mention the wizard's level in front of the Hades wizard, he will cut out your tongue and force you to eat it."
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Although he was mentally prepared, Reggie's nose still felt sore as he looked at the sailing ship going away.
After sending Bachelo away, Reggie sat alone in the castle for a long time. It was difficult to let go of the sadness of parting. Fortunately, he received two pieces of good news. One was that Doranor had woken up, and the other was that Sandre
His disciples became disciples.
Although he is much thinner than before, Doranor has fully recovered. In his words, he can go to the battlefield at any time as long as Reggie needs it.
But Sandre's condition was not very good. After meeting Reggie, he seemed extremely unnatural. He did not introduce his apprentice first, but said a lot of nonsense that seemed very philosophical but actually had no nutrition.
"Sir, you are the embodiment of wisdom, so you can naturally understand the true meaning of witchcraft. Witchcraft is a magical power that exists in the world. It changes everything in incredible ways. Some changes come from creation, and some changes come from
Destruction, creation and destruction explain all the truths in the world, so we cannot use a narrow, secular point of view to measure the value of witchcraft, because we firmly believe that witchcraft is a gift from the gods, a symbol of truth, and the eternal life of this world.
An immortal legend!"
Sandre was a little too excited, and during the climax of his speech, he spit on Reggie's face several times.
Reggie wiped his face, nodded and said, "That's very good. Tell me, what is your student's name?"
Sandre said solemnly: "His name is Gelka. Sir, I hope you will never judge him with the eyes of quick success. This child has extraordinary knowledge and understanding of witchcraft!"
Reggie was sprayed with saliva again, and this time he was a little unhappy.
"Okay, now tell me, what witchcraft is Gelka good at?"
"There are many kinds of witchcraft. My lord, some witchcraft may be different from what you imagine, but I promise..."
"That's enough!" Reggie finally lost patience, "I still have a lot of things to do, and I don't want to take a bath in your saliva here!"
Sandre didn't dare to say anything more. He asked someone to bring a piece of freshly baked bread, and the pleasant aroma could be smelled from a long distance away.
Reggie smiled: "Are your students gourmets?"
Dolanor shook his head and said: "I don't think this child has anything to do with food."
Sandre handed the bread into the child's hand. Sweat kept falling from his cheeks. It could be seen that he was very nervous. He was not worried that Gelka would miss. What he was worried about was Reggie's reaction.
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The bread immediately lost its flavor when it reached Gelka's hands.
Not only the aroma, but also the color and even the texture of the flour are changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bread became soft, swollen, and slowly emitted a disgusting smell. In less than a minute, the child had turned the newly baked bread into a ball of stinky paste.
Reggie held his breath and asked with difficulty: "What kind of witchcraft is this?"
Sandre wiped the sweat from his face and prepared to make the final fight for the child: "Sir, we can't just see the use of witchcraft, we should also see the power behind witchcraft. He is so young and can make people
Isn't it something you should be proud of when a piece of food undergoes such drastic changes..."
"Wizard of the Rot," Doranor said with a smile, "The last wizard has been dead for more than forty years, and it is indeed time for a successor to appear."