The wizard is chasing the truth

The visitor's collar was stained with oil and his hair was messy, as if he had just woken up from sleep.

The slightly dark skin, the cheek scratched by the unknown creature, and the stinging pain when chewing made him frown.

Seeing Wang Ya's cold face, his brows widened again, he wiped his oily hands on his clothes, and said a little fearfully: "Don't be like this, we are brothers and sisters, we are all excluded."

"I just woke up late and couldn't catch a hot mouthful of the same extraordinary cultivation. Can't you give me a kind smile?"

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

"No, no, no, you don't understand. This is the taste of a mature man, a medal worthy of praise."

The young man named Gray said, "I have always felt that extraordinary cultivation is not inferior to humans. So what about the elemental energy? I estimate that in the Dark Land, these guys will not be able to emit a small flame in six months."

"The 'ancient physique' cultivating witchcraft has been applied to my 'Kepik', and the effect is outstanding. His claws have begun to change, and his personality has also become irritable."

The young man with his scorched teeth said confidently, "I will definitely be able to complete this witchcraft within five months."

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

The ‘ancient constitution’ is indeed suitable for cultivating witchcraft.

He also understood that he had a bad temper and scratched his master because of his mental perception, and the seeds of consciousness he left behind did not take root deep enough.

Once the cultivation of witchcraft is completed, the seeds of consciousness can be turned into imprints of consciousness, allowing perfect control over extraordinary cultivated creatures.

Although this sloppy guy worked hard enough, he obviously didn't find the right way to take root in the seeds of consciousness.

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

Wang Ya didn't say anything, let alone comment. He just nodded slightly, "Compared to elemental energy, transcendent cultivation is indeed simpler from a basic point of view. Corresponding to the wizard system, they are two different wizard paths."

The relationship between the two parties is at its most basic level, that of acquaintances.

They were the only two who chose extraordinary cultivation.

Freshmen generally believe that being strong is the right thing to do.

There is nothing wrong with this.

But basic witchcraft is not enough to determine the path of a wizard.

It is necessary to learn a lot of wizard knowledge. After clarifying the goal, it is time for the wizard's path to be gradually finalized.

"Everyone is smiling so happily. When we get to the Dark Land and can't complete the witchcraft course in six months, some of us will cry."

Gray pointed his middle finger at the heated atmosphere.

The two left from the shadow corner.

Arthur noticed something, glanced disdainfully and withdrew his gaze. A mediocre person with low qualifications, who chooses the extraordinary cultivation series, can see his ambition, and his gaze is not worthy of him.

The salty sea breeze blew against his cheeks and messed up his hair. On the deck, Gray yawned, "I'll see you tomorrow, Wang Ya."

"See you tomorrow."

The night on the sea is so deep that it is as dark as ink.

Pulling up his collar, the lights in the corridor stretched his back into a long and narrow space, and the vibrations coming from his feet were the steam power pushing the gears.

The earthquake in the bow area had 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. Under the hood, skin as dry as bark clung to the bones. A pair of sunken eyes stared at Wang Ya.

"See the respected wizard Tuta."

This is the second time Wang Ya has entered the captain's room. There are only a few candles lit in the wide area. The thick darkness suppresses the dim light, and there seems to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

Bow slightly to show your respect.

Wizard Tuta was sitting on the sofa, shrouded in shadows, with no real expression. Under his long robe, he stretched out his old man's right hand with drooping wrinkles and grasped a wooden box.

Wang Ya could no longer take his eyes away, that was the most important thing to him.

"Young souls are full of vitality, which is really desirable."

Wizard Tuta said with emotion, "The little guy's blood was almost drained at that time, but he still insisted on crawling in front of me."

"Wang Yahalak, you are lucky. Fortunately, you have wizard qualifications and good enough luck."

The box was opened, containing a strange finger bone.

Wang Ya's mood was heavier than his eyes.

The memory of the Halak kingdom buried in the ruins, buried deep in his heart, was recalled again.

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

Palace maids, maids, and prostitutes all gave birth to children for him.

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

In the cold palace, the two depended on each other.

Ten years later, there were complaints and chaos everywhere.

Life in the palace is still the same. Lusen, who has been following him around, has long hair that is greener than nature. He will also be forced to drink various nutritional supplements, acting like a housekeeper.

Only four years after the war started, the city was covered with heads of officials, and the young king committed suicide on the throne.

Everything has changed, even if he suddenly awakens to Su Hui, remembers his past life memories, and has the Eye of Truth... everything is too late, and he has no ability to change.

He would be beheaded and hung on the top of the city wall, and his head would end with the cheers and applause of the civilians.

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

The ending was different. It was his sister, Lusenhalak, who rode a horse and broke into the inner city unrivaled. She ignored the enemy troops and lifted him on the horse like a chicken.

Then she left the city shrouded in war.

He was stunned.

And abnormal power has a price. The long hair like a forest disappeared with the wind, and the flesh and blood disappeared.

He hugged the eerie skeleton, fell off the horse, and used his back to withstand the impact of gravel.

When I opened my eyes again, a black-robed figure stood in front of me, took off his hood, and smiled grimly, "Wang Yaharak, you really have the qualifications of a wizard, although it is ordinary, just as the little guy said, so do you want to come with me?"

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

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

This is the principle of 'equivalent exchange', one of the essential theories of the wizard world.

"Of course, I can allow you to owe these prices for the time being."