The Troubles of the Young Wizard

In the smithy, Angel and Floret vigorously wielded the hammer in their hands. Unlike Little Weir, they are more accustomed to using their own posture to exercise, so Weir had to design a set for each of them. Movement, movement is more biased towards knight training, but it is more efficient for strength and power control.

Xiaoweier used the standard dwarf casting hammer method to quickly process the iron material. Not far away, the movements of Guai Liluo became more and more tangible, and he can already create thirty-strength embryos. Although the shape is still a little unsightly, it is barely usable. The key is that she has a lot of power, and the speed of building is also very fast, which saves Little Will a lot of effort.

"Ding Lingling~" The sound of opening the door sounded, and Ville knew who was here only by hearing, and yelled: "Wait a moment, it will be over soon. You can drink the wine on the counter first. A real thousand-year-old wine."

　　Who is coming from? Will be able to make Little Will willing to come up with a thousand-year-old wine to entertain.

"Zheng~" picked up a dagger, flicked his fingers and made a crisp sound, "This kid is progressing so fast, he has been able to create 100-refined steel, and it is not in vain that I will pass the complete dwarf primary casting method to he."

　　 The visitor fixedly looked at the dagger in his hand and seemed to hesitate. Finally, he took out an animal skin roll and put it on the counter casually, and then took the wine bottle next to it.

　　 The bottle is very ordinary, but the wine in it is not ordinary at all, authentic thousand-year-old wine.

　　 He can confirm this point, and he also knows the source of these wines, but unfortunately this kid is too weak, otherwise it would be good to let him take himself in the past to looting. There are some similarities between his own personality and the dwarf, otherwise he would not be their friend. Casting and fine wine are his hobbies.

　　 "How much wine do you have?" The cloaked man's hoarse voice sounded. The bottle that Ville gave him can only hold a pound of wine. This obviously can't make him enjoy it, but isn't the wine just for tasting? Savoring fine wine is like savoring life.

　　 "Are you leaving?" Ville reacted for the first time. The man in the cloak nodded lightly but did not speak, which was regarded as acquiescence.

　　 "Does Grandpa know that you are leaving?" Ville's question let the cloaked man know that his general identity has been known to him.

The man in the cloak shook his head lightly and said, "I haven't had time to say it yet, but he should have felt it. This is not suitable for me to stay for a long time. The Cthulhu conspiracy is broken, and I have no need to stay. This volume is a dwarf casting technique. The essence of the magic rune is a parting gift."

　　 Little Weier hesitated slightly. After a while, he sacrificed the contents of the roll of animal skins, and then read it carefully. It was indeed what he needed most at the moment, and was the thing that helped him the most.

"The seven-story tower has the function of accumulating energy independently. After half a year of accumulation, it can be used again. I can open a passage to a different space once. There is only one chance. If you want, you can follow me and grandpa to find wine. But if you want to. Say it in advance, there are still some dangers inside, there are not a few second-order monsters, and they are very sensitive to space doors."

　　 "You can actually use the seven-story tower. Didn't you say it was used to suppress the devil?" The man in the cloak cast a slanted look at Ville, who shrugged and said, "There are restrictions, but they are not completely useless."

Little Weir is telling the truth. It costs 3,000 contribution points to open a channel every time. I can’t bear it. If it weren’t for the cloak man who provided him with tens of thousands of contribution points, he wouldn’t go to different spaces to fetch wine for him. .

　　 Well, wine is actually just by the way. The little dark night civet who has been pigeoned by him for more than half a year is the key point. Leah’s words reveal that the earlier the better, the possibility of purification and salvation will become much smaller over time.

Dark night civet is not suitable to appear in front of outsiders, but Dark Night civet does not have this restriction. I already have a black night civet cub in my family. It will be safer to have one more advanced minor black night civet. If my grandfather is willing, he can take it by himself. An adult dark night civet.

　　 "When?" The man in the cloak did not pretend to refuse, but directly asked the time.

　　 "At this time tomorrow, we don't have much time. We will go in during the day and come back at night."

Little Ville explained to him: "There are most of the dark creatures in different spaces. At night, they are more dangerous and stronger. This time we didn't go to destroy the monsters. We couldn't do this with two second-level wizards alone. It's your wine, and my little friend of the dark night civet."

　　 Xiaowei did not hide it, and told the story of the little dark night civet he had become acquainted with. "The wizard tower outside the city has a little foundation for it to survive. If you are lucky, it will be more ideal to restore the dark night civet state."

　　 "Your luck is indeed very good. Are you planning to take someone there?" The man in the cloak asked casually.

　　 Little Will shook his head lightly: "There are only three of us, but there is an acquaintance of mine there. He may need to bring some more living supplies. He is no longer suitable for living in the outside world."

　　 "That teacher of your devil believer?" The man in the cloak knows a lot, and he really deserves to be grandpa's best friend.

"If it's really dangerous inside, then come back immediately. It doesn't matter whether you drink or not. As for your pet, since it can live there, it has its own way of survival." The man in the cloak thought about it, and finally persuaded him. Leaving with the bottle.

　　 Some preparations have to be made. Little civet should have missed herself very much~www.readwn.com~ agent wizard, help me locate the position of Teacher Greenson and Little civet in the different space. "Little Will sat on the recliner behind the counter, closed his eyes and quietly contacted the agent wizard in the apostle space.

　　 "Successful positioning, deduct 10 contribution points, please watch by yourself." The agent wizard is more fierce than the previous contribution points. It is not that she does not want to give herself a discount, but that someone is staring at her now, and her consumption directly doubles without explaining.

The habitat of the little dark night civet is not far from the clock tower, but I don’t know that it’s not an illusion. Ville feels that the little dark night civet seems to be injured, and looks a little thinner than when he saw it before. Greenson lives in the city, a distance from the clock tower Long distance, located in a deep well in a house near the periphery of the city wall.

　　 Yes, the Greensons did not live in the house. Instead, they chose a deep well with water and expanded it into an underground cave, where they can escape the danger from the outside and catch fish and shrimp in the underground river for a living.

Greenson would take his wife up to relax every day, take a look at the sights outside, and occasionally go hunting outside the city to improve his life. He looks older, but his spirit is much better. There is no gloom in the past, although slightly The vicissitudes of life are a bit plain and happy.

　　His time, or maybe their time is running out. Teacher Greenson is not a believer of the devil in the strict sense. The devil's power in him is almost exhausted, right? It is already very difficult to keep the couple alive, and they have to deal with possible dangers. This environment is not friendly to Greenson, but the outside world is even more dangerous for him.

　　He, after all, was once a believer of the devil, and possessed the power of the devil.