Wizards chase the truth

Chapter 2 [2] Green Forest Equivalent Exchange
The visitor's collar was stained with oil, and his hair was disheveled as if he had just woken up from a sleep.

Slightly dark skin, cheeks scratched by unknown creatures, and the sting of chewing made it frown.

Seeing Wang Ya's indifferent face, his brows relaxed again, wiped his oily hands on his clothes, and said a little frightenedly: "Don't do this, we are brothers and sisters, we are all excluded."

"It's just that I got up late, and I couldn't catch up with a warm mouthful. I also chose the extraordinary cultivation. Can't you just smile at me kindly?"

"Maybe you can wash your hands first to get rid of the moldy clam smell." Wang Ya moved his upper and lower lips.

"No, no, you don't understand, this is the taste of a mature man, a commendable medal."

The boy named Gray said, "I always feel that extraordinary cultivation is not weaker than human beings, so what about elemental energy, it is estimated that in the dark place, these guys will not be able to ignite a small flame in six months."

"'Ancient Physique' cultivates witchcraft, and it is applied to my 'Kopic', and the effect is excellent. His claws have begun to change, and his personality has also become irritable."

The boy with scorched teeth showed confidence and said, "In less than five months, I will definitely be able to complete this witchcraft."

A cold-blooded lizard with brown dry skin suddenly appeared in Wang Ya's mind.

'Ancient Constitution' is indeed a good fit for nurturing witchcraft.

He also understands that his violent personality and scratching his master are due to the perception of mental power, and the seeds of consciousness left behind are not deep enough.

When the cultivation of witchcraft is completed, the seeds of consciousness can be turned into brand marks of consciousness, so as to perfectly control the extraordinary cultivation creatures.

This sloppy guy, although he worked hard enough, obviously didn't find the right way to root the seeds of consciousness.

Subtle mental influence, anxiety can only produce the opposite effect.

Wang Ya didn't say anything, let alone commented, just nodded slightly, "Compared with elemental energy, transcendental cultivation is indeed simpler on the basis. Corresponding to the wizard system, there are two different wizard paths."

The relationship between the two parties is at the most basic acquaintance and friend.

They are the only two who choose to cultivate extraordinary.

The freshmen generally think that they are strong, which is correct.

There's nothing wrong with that.

But basic wizardry doesn't quite count as choosing a wizarding path.

It is necessary to learn a lot of wizard knowledge, and after the goal is clarified, it is time for the wizard's path to gradually take shape.

"Everyone was smiling so happily, and when they arrived in the dark land, they couldn't finish the witchcraft course in six months, and some of them cried."

Facing the fiery atmosphere in the field, Gray gave a middle finger.

The two left from the shadowy corner.

Arthur noticed something, cast a disdainful glance and then withdrew his gaze. A mediocre person with low qualifications, who chooses the extraordinary cultivation series, can see his ambition, and even his gaze is not worth his down.

The salty sea breeze was blowing against his cheeks, and his hair was messy. On the deck, Gray yawned, "Then see you tomorrow, Wang Ya."

"See you tomorrow."

The night of the sea is deep, like ink, you can't see your fingers.

Pull up the collar, the lights in the corridor make the back narrow and long, and the vibration from the feet is the steam power driving the gears.

The vibration in the bow area has become extremely small. Stepping on the red carpet, Wang Ya looked at the red wooden door in front of him. Before he could knock on the door, a hoarse voice came out.

"come in."

The thin body was wrapped in a black robe, and under the hood, the dry skin like bark was clinging to the bones, and a pair of sunken eyes were fixed on Wang Ya.

"See respectable Wizard Tuta."

This is the second time for Wang Ya to enter the captain's cabin. Only a few candles are lit in the wide area. The thick darkness oppresses the gloomy light, and there seems to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

He bowed slightly to express his respect.

Sitting on the sofa, Wizard Tuta was shrouded in shadows, his expression couldn't be seen clearly. Under the long robe, there was a wrinkled old man's skin right hand, holding a wooden box.

Wang Ya couldn't take his eyes off it anymore, it was his most important thing.

"Young souls carry vigorous vitality, which is really desirable."

Wizard Tuta said with emotion, "At that time, the little guy was bleeding almost dry, but he still insisted on crawling in front of me."

"You are lucky, Wang Yahalak. Fortunately, you have the aptitude of a wizard, and you are lucky enough."

The box was opened, and a sharp finger bone was stored.

Wang Ya's heart was heavier than his gaze.

The Halak Kingdom buried in the ruins, the memory buried in his heart, recalled again.

The king has many children, and the brilliance and prowess of his youth are no match for the stupidity of the twilight.

Court maids, maids, and prostitutes all gave birth to him.

Lusen and Wang Ya were born together, as one of hundreds of princes and princesses.

In the icy palace, the two depend on each other.

Ten years later, there were complaints and chaos everywhere.

Life in the palace is still the same. Lu Sen, who has been wandering around behind his buttocks, grows greener than natural long hair, and will force him to drink various nutritional supplements, with the attitude of a housekeeper.

It has only been four years since the war came, and the city is covered with heads of officials, and the young king slays himself on the throne.

Everything has changed, even if he suddenly awakens Su Hui, remembers the memory of his previous life, and has the eye of truth...it is too late, and he has no ability to change.

He will be beheaded, hang on the top of the city, and end with the applause and cheers of the common people.

The fear of death made him experience it again, which was very similar to the feeling of sudden death from shock after staying up late to play liver games in his previous life.

The ending was different. It was his younger sister, Lusen Harak, who rode a horse and broke into the inner city unrivaled, ignoring all the enemy troops, and carried him on the horse like a chicken.

Then he left the city shrouded in war.

He was dumbfounded.

There is a price for abnormal power, the forest-like long hair is gone with the wind, and the flesh and blood are gone.

He hugged Senran's skeleton, fell off the horse, and used his back to bear the impact of the gravel.

When he opened his eyes again, the black-robed figure stood in front of him, took off his hood, and showed a serious smile, "Wang Yahalak, you really have the qualifications of a wizard as the little guy said, although it is very ordinary, then come with me." what?"

"Although I have maintained her soul on the phalanx, it won't last long. There are some solutions, but you need to pay a price." Wizard Tuta added, "There is also the price of me stabilizing her soul."

The price can be magic stones, extraordinary items, or resources, as long as they are equal.

This is one of the essential theories of the wizarding world, the 'Equivalent Exchange' principle.

"Of course, I can allow you to temporarily owe these prices."

(End of this chapter)