Super Dimensional Wizard

Chapter 257 Balance

There seemed to be a lot of things happening this night. Angel had always been asleep, only to feel that somebody was talking and calling from time to time, and there was something that was smashed.

The next morning, Angel’s sleepy eyes all got out of bed. He had wanted to continue to sleep for a while, but he was screamed and screamed. The sound is from the next door, but it is not the voice of David, but the servant.

Anger got up when he yawned and saw Toby standing on the bedside. For others, it seemed to be noise. But only Angel knows that Toby is actually singing "The City of the Sky", but the five-tone is not complete, resulting in no beauty.

Toby changed to a fisherman's costume, and Angel passed down his feathers: "This is a witch market, there are many formal wizards, so you better not run around, the best range of activities is in this yard."

Toby nodded. Anger just licked his eyelids and got up and washed.

Ten minutes later, Anger stood in front of the next door, and he felt that the illusion he had arranged last night was still running, and the node was not destroyed. The scream of the servant is coming from inside.

"Angel, good morning." At this time, David came out from the door and yawned.

"Good morning." After Angel washed, the spirit was a little better, but I can still see some tiredness on my face.

When David heard the scream of the servant, he couldn't help but sigh: "I spent half an hour yesterday before coming out of the illusion. Your basic illusion is simply, if you didn't tell me to cover the space consciousness in the morning, I couldn't figure out the position. Finally, I closed my eyes and recalculated the room in the thinking space before I figured out that the door of the exit was actually at the top of the world."

"In fact, you can directly blast a hole in the wall and you can come out. The illusion of my layout is not big. After waiting for it, I can't make up the wall." Angel is not okay.

David stunned: "Yeah! I didn't think of this point yesterday, and I was too stupid to calculate it for a long time."

Angel pointed to the screaming servant in the room, and said to David, "Do you have to ask him?"

Referring to this embarrassment, David said with a sigh: "I should have killed him yesterday, he cheated on me."

"Deceive you?"

"Well, he is not a child at all. You listen to his voice, there is no sound of a child at all." David angrily said: "He woke up in the middle of the night, woke up and began to cry, I didn't go in, outside the door. He interrogated some basic information, and the guy didn't say anything about his life. Later, he might have been tortured by your illusion for a long time before he cried and said something."

The two chatted and went downstairs: "Don't look at him as a child of 7 or 8 years old, but he is already 18 years old. Since he was 7 years old, he has not grown up since he awakened his natural ability. He Did not mention his name, did not say why he ran to steal, just said to find someone."

When David said this, he was even more angry: "I knew that he was 18 years old, I should be..."

The two came to the kitchen, and David was still cursing the feeling of being cheated in his mouth, and Angel began preparing breakfast.

While cutting the dry cakes and pouring the milk, Angel's thoughts were running.

David said that the servant is too... No, it should be a young servant. Since he was 7 years old and awakened to his natural ability, he has not grown up.

This reminds Angel of what Saunders once said: people with innate talents are sometimes not cared for.

The drowsiness of the slumber, the stagnation of the young servants, seems to confirm the words of Sanders. Just like the default unspoken rule of the wizarding world - the principle of equivalence exchange, one drink and one drink must be balanced. A law in the midst of a loyal implementation of the "balance of the road", it gives you something, will inevitably recover something. And its style is like the abyss of the great demon god, there is a strong feeling of buying and selling. It is no wonder that Sanders will feel that people with innate talents are not necessarily truly cared for.

Change to yourself, if you give birth to a "virtual body", then you need to deprive you of all the physiological growth in the future, are you willing?

Anger is absolutely unwilling, although your knowledge is increasing over time, but physiological growth is still a necessary process. When you grow up, your body will secrete hormones and let you begin to evolve from the inside. The band released by the brain, as well as the frequency of acceptance, will vary with physiological growth.

This is an evolutionary process.

In fact, in the eyes of Anger, the actual age of the servant is already 18 years old, but because of the stagnant growth, many internal things can't keep up. In fact, the psychological age may still be around 10 years old, crying and crying in a word, obviously It is the heart of a child.

For a lifetime, Peter Pan, who grew up, has a natural talent. At least in the eyes of Anger, it is a stable and unprofitable business. If you live in a peaceful world, Peter Pan’s innocence can be a reason for public love, but in the world of cannibalism, even if you have talent, you can still resist the dark arrows of human nature, not to mention living in the night of sin. Magic City.

After the two had finished breakfast, no one would mention the young servant, they still had a lot of things, and there was time to keep an eye on other people.

Anger intends to go out and buy materials, and David goes to the underground cargo hold to sort out some of the materials to get back to the barbarian cave.

The two separated, and before Anger took Toby, he still let it nest in a warm lined chest pocket, only revealing a small head and observing it in secret. Toby has no objection to this arrangement. If he wants to fly, he can fly at any time, but there are few opportunities for being close to the intimate little master. Tobe in the warm embrace of the little master, Toby himself is quite enjoyable.

Anger had just walked to the door of the building where the tree-shaped sign was painted, and he saw Promi's face falling from a distant street.

Last night, Promi did not return overnight, looking at his expression, it seems that there is no income.

After Asker asked him, as he expected, Promi shook his head in the face of loss: "I ran all the alchemy shops in the whole deep twilight, even the private exchanges participated in several games, but still nothing." There are some weapons that are close to attacking the undead, but there is no one in the remote. Even if it is a close attack, the effect is not very good. It is not in line with the old people."

Promi lamented: "It seems that only at night to see the big twilight, there is nothing I need. However, I have no hope."

"Don't worry, there must be." Angel said, even if the twilight shot is not, he will also portray the "prelude to death."

"Thank you for your good words." Promi said with a wry smile: "Do you want to go out and buy materials? Need me to accompany you, there are some alchemy shops that are hidden, and someone must lead the way, you will find them." Moreover, you can find a lot of cheap and rare materials."

Anger’s heart moved, but looking at Promione’s tired tiredness, he waved his hand again: “I’m going to buy low-order materials like echo flowers today, don’t buy too rare materials. Otherwise, I’ve spent it today. Too much money, I might not be able to take what I wanted in the evening auction."

"Yes, the magic crystal is still reserved. After the end of the twilight night, I will take you to recognize the road tomorrow." Promi smiled. "Yes, if you need a lot of materials, you can go to the night magic." The city rents mortal labor and lets them help you move."

"Twilight deep well open mortals come in?"

"As long as there are guides, mortals can come in. When they go out, they will forget all the things happening here, at most, there is a little vague impression." Prometheus.

"The magic of the wizard is really everywhere." Anger slightly felt, and said goodbye to Prometheus, and he walked into the deep streets.

Promi looked at Angel's back from afar and turned away until he disappeared.

......

In the urban area where the central city of the night magic is concentrated, a noble mansion near the palace.

The proud young man with his head walked in, and the elderly long-armed steward led the way for him and took him to the study.

"How come you? Did you find Whitby?" There is a middle-aged man sitting in a servant in the study. If you look closely, you will find that he looks very similar to the youth of Angtou.

"Father, I smelled the taste of Whitby in an alley, but he seems to have been taken away by a wizard." When talking to his father, the young man bowed his head.

"Sorcerer? You talk about it carefully."

The young man said what he saw, and the middle-aged servant thought for a moment: "The frost ground you see should be frost. You don't know the world of the wizard. That person should not be a formal wizard, just an apprentice. The official wizard is not too much..."

"But even if it is an apprentice, we can't afford it." Youth Road.

The middle-aged servant sighed: "The sorcerer apprentice we can't afford, but the official sorcerer we are even more uncomfortable. Huibington was taken by the Red Lotus, we must bring him to the Red Lotus, otherwise the official sorcerer I am angry enough to burn the city."

The two evils are taken lightly. The middle-aged servant can only make this choice. This is the sorrow of mortals and the sorrow of their servants.

"You will continue to check the clues of Ebington. The red lotus will come over half a month. I will talk to the Honglian adults." The middle-aged servant looked bitter. "I hope that Honglian adults look at it." In the past, we can spare us if we offer the people of the tribe."

......

On the way of yesterday's arrival, Angel returned to the night magic city.

According to Prometheus, basically, as long as the money is paid, the people of the night magic city will be willing to sell labor regardless of men, women and children. But Angel looked around and there was no one around. Only on the other side of the wall, there was a vocal voice.

Angel remembers that there seems to be the Grand Theatre.

(End of this chapter)