Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 10 Atavistic Meditation
Marmeladov always used this despicable method to beg in disguise.

Once or twice is fine.

After a long time, the neighbors in the neighborhood are also annoyed and cold-hearted.

Every household shut their doors and windows tightly, hardened their hearts, and ignored Sonia's cries.

If no well-meaning person came forward, that crazy alcoholic might beat his daughter to death.

Sonia seemed to know this too, and for the first time in her life she rebelled against bad luck.

She pushed her alcoholic father away with all her strength and ran barefoot on the snow before being beaten to death.

When passing by the tavern, he accidentally fell and fell covered in mud and snow, like a stray dog.

Alan's parents couldn't bear to see her so pitiful.

He opened the door and pulled Sonia in, taking in the little girl.

Sonia has a scary face, and she can't be a waitress in the hall, so she works in the back kitchen.

This girl is clever and hardworking.

Since then, her alcoholic father always went to the tavern to make trouble, and he had no money to buy alcohol, so he said that he would use his daughter's wages to pay off.

Sonia felt that this was not going to work, so she voluntarily resigned from her job as a kitchen assistant.

In the blink of an eye, this spring, Sonia's alcoholic father finally died.

The orphan girl who was left behind was driven out by the landlord.

After that, Ellen didn't see Sonia again for a long time.

I don't know how this poor little girl survives.

Until that day at the circus, he was a little surprised to see Sonia sitting in the conductor's seat.

Sonia was also very surprised to see him, and thoughtfully reminded him to go home early so that his parents and sister would not worry.

At that time, Allen only felt that Sonia was long-winded and didn't take her words seriously at all.

Looking back now, I suddenly realized that Sonia seemed to be implying something...

Three teenagers ate lollipops mixed with drugs.

Why was Alan the only one who insisted on running home after being poisoned?
He used to think that he was lucky or had a good physique.

However, recalling Sonia's subtle expression at that time...

Allen couldn't help but make a bold guess:

Sonia already knew that there was a problem with the circus.

She also knew that the lollipops given to Allen were laced with drugs.

With her humble status, she dared not and could not blatantly remind Allen that she was in danger.

After realizing that the hint was ineffective, the only way she could save the boy next door was to give him a lollipop with less drug content.

Only in this case, if Allen was not deeply poisoned, would it be possible to support him until he fell asleep at home.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like this is the case!

Allen couldn't help feeling complicated.

I am grateful for that skinny little girl.

It's a pity that I might not have the chance to meet again in the future, let alone repay her kindness.

"Alan! Kelly said that you have tested your blood, and you have a medium aptitude, which is not bad! You are indeed my good son!"

Mrs. Panthers's plump cheeks bloomed with joy.

After taking the empty plate from his son, he filled another plate full of delicious tomato and beef risotto, looking at his son with loving eyes.

"Eat more, Alan! You are growing up now, you can't go hungry!"

"Mom! Alan has eaten enough, and you are not afraid that he will grow into a big fat man!" Kelly said angrily.

"What's wrong with gaining weight?" My mother smiled nonchalantly, "Our family is full of fat people!"

"Your father, grandfather, and grandfather are all handsome fat men!"

Your grandma is also a tall, strong, fat woman. Like me, she works faster than men! "

"Hehe..." Kelly sneered disapprovingly.

"Mom is right. The women of the Panthers family all have fat genes inherited from their ancestors."

Allen deliberately stimulated his sister.

"Kelly, stop struggling!"

"Follow the arrangement of fate and become a fat girl!"

"This is the fate of the ogre bloodline!"

"Bah! What's so proud of the ogre bloodline?"

Kelly couldn't bear it any longer, she stretched out her hand and kneaded her younger brother's cheek vigorously.

"Smelly brat! Sooner or later you will become a gluttonous fat man! You may even become violent! Just wait and see!"

Seeing her daughter push away the dinner plate, Mrs. Panthers yelled, "Kelly! You haven't finished your dinner yet!"

"I'm already full, let Alan eat the rest!"

After watching his sister go upstairs without looking back, Allen touched his belly, brought over half of her sister's leftover risotto without guilt, and cleaned it up with a bang.

I have already eaten a meal for three people, although I still don't feel full, but it is not appropriate to eat again.

It will inevitably cause my mother to worry, worrying that he eats too much and has indigestion.

Pretending to be very supportive, Allen walked back to his bedroom with the help of the stairs.

Lock the door, sit at the desk, and open the potion presented by the principal's aunt.

The warlock's inheritance does not leave words, and completely relies on blood imprints.

Therefore, the meditation methods practiced by warlocks are not written in books, but exist in the form of potions.

Take it, or inject it directly, and there will be a certain probability of awakening the corresponding exercises and even magic.

Allen injected the injection, closed his eyes and meditated.

Not long after, many wonderful ideas emerged from my mind.

These thoughts are intermittent and somewhat messy.

Allen had to organize, classify, and sort out a logical and smooth practice method by himself.

how to say?

It feels like sorting out a large amount of relevant literature on a certain scientific research topic, and sorting out a review article from it.

It is not so easy to understand thoroughly even the "Atavistic Meditation Thought" at the apprentice level.

Therefore, the principal's aunt repeatedly told her not to practice blindly if she was not sure, and to ask her for advice at any time.

But it is not what it used to be.

Incorporating the soul of a traveler, benefiting from the experience accumulated from reading a large number of documents during his studies and scientific research in his previous life, plus 18 points of mental attribute assists, Alan spent an hour trying to figure it out, and he initially comprehended this secret method.

"It's time to start."

Allen closed his eyes.

Follow the instructions in the tutorial and stay calm.

Enter a meditative state of forgetting both things and me.

In the dark, he seemed to see a vast galaxy.

Countless stars are spinning in front of your eyes.

This galaxy formed by the gathering of spirits belongs to the world of the dead.

Sealed dead memories.

This long river of memory is divided into countless branches according to the blood lineage.

The key to unlock a certain branch is the corresponding bloodline.

This way of practice can't help but remind Alan of a classic game in his previous life, "Assassin's Creed"...

Countless bright or dim stars correspond to the memory fragments of all the dead who are close to Allen's blood.

That is the so-called "ancestral spirit".

Ancestral spirits may not all leave descendants, but they will definitely leave souls.

Even if one dies at birth, the soul will enter the bloodline galaxy and become a training resource for distant relatives in future generations.

Such short-lived ghosts correspond to dim stars and are usually weak in strength.

Those brighter stars, representing ancestral spirits, usually lived longer.

Accumulated more survival experience and stronger strength.

It's a pity that the apprentice-level meditation practiced by Allen cannot choose the ancestor spirit by himself.

When he had the idea of ​​merging the ancestral spirits.

In the blood galaxy, a star will randomly float out and be printed between the eyebrows.

boom! !

The moment the memory of the ancestral spirit was fused, it was as if a thunderbolt exploded in my mind!
Allen felt dizzy for a while.

When he regained consciousness, he realized that he had turned into a newborn cub.

To be precise, it is a little ogre who has not yet been weaned.

The yellow skin is wrinkled.

There is not a hair on the whole body.

Lying in a cave covered with dirty straw.

The cold wind blowing in from the hole made him shiver involuntarily.

There were snoring sounds all around.

Allen tried to open his eyes wide and looked around.

Ogres are born with darkvision.

In the dim cave, one can clearly see that there are six little guys on the haystack, all young ogres.

(End of this chapter)