quicksilver blood

Chapter 117 Courage From Ignorance

What is your favorite witchcraft?

Maybe it's detecting monsters, or levitation—or maybe there's no magic at all.

Rather, I'm just an ordinary formal-level wizard anyway, and it's normal that I don't have any proud witchcraft.

...that's right.I am neither a genius who knows everything like Mr. Roland, nor is I as wealthy as the young lady of the Crawley family.I have never met any good teachers, nor have I had any good friends.

Just as the son of a businessman, he usually goes out to play when he has nothing to do, and when he is in the mood, he learns to read and calculate accounts casually at home, waiting to inherit the family business in the future.

An Ruosi had maintained such an ordinary fate for 12 years.

This bland, ordinary, and even without any disturbances, is the time that An Ruosi misses the most.

However, on the day of An Ruosi's 12th birthday, he was found to have outstanding wizard talent.

There was no way he could survive in Caral like this.In this land that fears and hates witchcraft for no reason, anyone other than a druid with the ability to cast spells will be beaten and slaughtered by the Karal for no reason.

So, when he was 12 years old, he had to leave his hometown, leaving behind his old father who had grown silver threads on his head and his mother who couldn't get rid of the tangled look on his face, and entered the White Tower alone to learn witchcraft.

Up to now, he has joined a certain line of White Tower nobles and got a good job in it.

——An Ruosi has been waiting for the day when he can change his destiny.

At the moment, the wizard boy was being randomly tied to a pillar with a thick hemp rope, and his hands were tied behind his back.

Yes, his identity was discovered.

Captain Macon inexplicably disappeared before breakfast.Without the threat of the ferocious man with a scar running through his face, those wanderers who had nothing to do in the hotel every day quickly turned their menacing gazes on An Ruosi.

Those civilians were just looking at his fair fingers and cowardly tone, and wanted to kidnap him and knock some money out.But under the reminder of a person with a little common sense among them, they soon discovered that they seemed to have kidnapped a wizard.

Naturally, these civilians were quite frightened at first.But after they politely asked that An Ruosi was just an apprentice wizard, the courage of the mob immediately strengthened, and at the same time, they were deeply ashamed of their previous cowardice.

This group of ignorant civilians could not understand the unity of the wizards of the White Tower, nor could they understand the meaning of a wizard apprentice who graduated with all honors.

But they understand that at least now the wizard won't summon terrible lightning or flames to kill himself——

So An Ruosi's mouth was stuffed with dirty and smelly rags by the mob, and he was tied to a pillar and beat him up casually.

His right wrist was broken with a thick wooden stick, and his knee was covered in blood and mud.Although not handsome, his handsome face was no longer as clean as before, full of bruises, and large areas of scratched blood were as if scratched by animal claws.

Anyway, wizards and priests don't enjoy legal protection in Caral, they just hit An Ruosi's vitals, and don't care what to do if someone is killed.

There is a punch that An Ruosi still remembers vividly - that punch came from the right cheek, and after being hit, An Ruosi's mind went blank.

Two of his teeth were knocked out.Blood gushes from the mouth and nose.

An Ruosi didn't cry out for pain at that time.He didn't even care about his injury, just focused on looking at his single-rimmed glasses that were knocked to the ground.

"Please……"

He only had time to utter a word vaguely, and a new round of beatings had already arrived.

There was a crisp breaking sound, and in the crowd of excited people, An Ruosi's glasses were unconsciously crushed by someone.

They didn't pay any attention to the broken sound under their feet, nor did they pay attention to the vague whispers that flashed from An Ruosi's mouth.Or for them, shouting pain after being hit is a normal reaction.

This group of civilians, who totally thought they were killing a demon, summoned up their courage to beat An Ruosi.They even went home and brought their own children, and every child who dared to attack An Ruosi would be praised loudly by these wanderers.

As a result, the world in front of An Ruosi was once again shrouded in fists and swear words.

The unjustified beating continued again for about four and ten minutes.

The reason for the final stop was not that people showed intolerance and compassion, but that they were tired.

These mobs take it for granted that mercy is for human beings and the same kind. How can a person talk about mercy for demons?

—even though they don't know what the word "demon" means.At best, it can be interpreted as "very bad witch".

When they were young, their father and grandfather told them scary stories about wizards and witches who cut children's hearts open before going to bed, and told them how happy people were when witches were burned to death and wizards were hanged.As for the questions raised by them when they were still young, these adults said in such a natural tone, "Pity for demons is the greatest weakness and stupidity."

No need to understand, no need to question.They were told by their adults that these things just need to be remembered.

And they naturally passed on the bedtime stories of the previous generation from generation to generation.Even though they don't know the origin of these stories, and don't know how true these stories are, they firmly let their children "believe and understand" these stories full of blood and hatred, and proudly call them " The Cultural Heritage of the Caral People".

In An Ruosi's view, these are just a group of dull beasts.

He couldn't understand the behavior of these people at all.

They don't do it for glory, they don't do it for faith, their hatred is empty, their seemingly lofty thoughts are nothing more than the vomit of the half-knowledgeable who have stolen the minds of the truly lofty.

It was precisely because of this that An Ruosi could not understand the meaning of their actions.Therefore, he didn't feel the shame of being abused or the damage to his self-esteem at all.

In An Ruosi's view, being beaten by this group of people was like being accidentally caught and bitten by a group of hyenas.The pain that can only be caused by being hurt by the same kind did not appear in An Ruosi at all.

The group of people seemed to be tired and walked out of the warehouse one by one.But he didn't let An Ruosi go.

It seems that either they plan to take a second "punishment" on An Ruosi after a period of rest...

Either that, they were going to have a holy trial and put An Ruosi to death.

"You're waiting to die, villain!"

An elderly wanderer with dark skin and a hardcover body without a shirt spit viciously at An Ruosi before going out, but the thick phlegm could not resist the gravity of the earth and did not fall on An Ruosi. It just landed on the shards of glasses that were not much more complete than the shards.

"Heh... who the hell is the villain?"

An Ruosi muttered indistinctly, looked up at the sky outside through the warehouse ceiling with a hole in it.

...I can't see clearly.

He lost his glasses, and blood soaked his eyes again.An Ruosi's vision became blurred because of this.

Speaking of it, it seems that I have seen such a blurred scene at the beginning?
Thinking of this, An Ruosi suddenly froze in place.

When is it?

"It was when I was a child."

He read softly, his tone affirmative.

It was when he was 11 years old that An Ruosi met a well-dressed man when he was going out to play.

The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, black hair and black eyes, and was very tall, about 1.9 meters.It gives the impression of being as gentle as a scholar.

Although it seemed that this person gave people a very comfortable feeling, An Ruosi immediately had a feeling——

This man is a liar.

But after An Ruosi directly told him about this incident, the liar who seemed to be very fond of him smiled instead of anger. Not only did he not hurt An Ruosi in anger, he even gave away one of his glasses He gave it to him, and kindly taught An Ruosi an interesting little trick.

And it was because of that trick that An Ruosi realized that he had a talent for casting spells——

An Ruosi's heart moved, and he instantly untied the rope that was tightly tied to him.

There is no physical bondage that can trap him.

Whether it is a rope, shackles or mud blockage, he can open them as easily as opening a lock.

"It's better to say that I'm lucky to be a wizard." An Ruosi moved his wrist, and a dark golden metallic light flashed in his eyes, "It's better to be a half-witted wizard than an outstanding gangster."

Goodness see you.An Ruosi wanted to be a thief at the beginning.

　Recently we have to do an internship, so the update has been moved to the evening. 233
　　
　
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