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"The previous defensive spell, please trouble you."

Chi Diao saluted the magister in front of him.

"there is nothing."

Cathorn's voice was soft.

He was wearing a dark blue robe today, with patterns of thorns and roses climbing up from the bottom of the robe, and his light hair color was highlighted more and more brightly.

The slender index finger slid across the lips, leaving a shallow mark.

"After all, if you die, it will be a very troublesome thing."

He laughed, his sea-blue eyes flickering.

"I'm staying, but I have a mission."

The final coda was contained and floated lightly in the air.

Chi Diao stood upright.

"I just came to thank you for this fact, it has nothing to do with your identity or your mission."

The handsome magister on the opposite side laughed again, and the staff in his hand shone with twinkling light.

Chi Diao noticed a thin white ring around his neck, with golden runes flashing faintly on it.

"Okay."

Cathorn spit out the second half of the sentence slowly.

"Then can you be my disciple? I don't seem to have been someone else's teacher yet."

There was still a smile on his face.

The water-blue staff was released, and a pale white halo rose from the palm of his hand.

A third-order light spell.

Holy White Grip.

"Using this as a reward for saving your life is not a loss, is it?"

A blue eye blinked at Chi Diao.

----

Eleanor never appeared again.

The gray-eyed boy looked like a cloud blown away by the wind, or a tiny splash stirred up by a pebble accidentally dropped on the water.

Fleeting, no more audio.

Ever since the accident in the Misty Corridor, Chi Diao's side has been very quiet, and nothing happened.

The murderer who wanted to kill him never shot again.

The search for pond fishing was in vain.

He found nothing, neither Eleanor's trace nor the murderer's clue.

Until one night, a dark-haired woman found him.

"I have what you want in my hand," said the woman.

She has dark yellow skin, is wrapped in an old robe, and her black hair is scattered behind her.

They are standing in a small courtyard.

The Zizi tree behind him swayed its leaves in the evening wind and made a rustling sound.

"How do you make me trust you?"

Chi Diao pursed his lips.

There was no expression on the woman's face.

"I don't need your trust."

"After all, this is just a notification, and you have the right to choose whether to believe it or not."

The woman slowly raised her hand.

Her fingers are long and beautiful.

But the index finger is empty.

In the legend of St. Michael, the God of Light once cut off the index finger of the God of Death to express punishment.

From that fallen knuckle was born Thorhasmaar, the god of lies.

Therefore, a cut off index finger often means a betrayer who is full of lies.

A string of silver keys wrapped around her slender wrist.

She took one of them and handed it to the boy opposite.

"The only constants in the world are death and truth."

----

A huge flame rose up, and the whole world was burning.

Trees fell to the ground, blocking the road.

His vision is reversed and he is forced to see everything in front of him from a strange angle.

A blinding white light rose, and spells of spells flickered across the sky.

Without sunlight, a black ball of light appeared in the sky, swallowing all the light.

There is a clear boundary between black and white.

A huge abyss cut through the ground, and someone's voice came from inside.

"I'm in so much pain, it really hurts."

"Someone, can you help me?"

Hot magma rolled and gushed out, submerging everything.

----

"What the hell is this?" asked the pale boy with blond hair.

He was helped to a chair, dizzy before his eyes.

"The key to the memory of death."

"The last scene in front of a person's eyes is captured by magic and turned into a key, which is left to the person he most wants to see."

the woman whispered.

Chi Diao clenched his lips.

Countless doubts and great sadness hit his heart.

"Thank you," was all he said at last.

The woman left.

----

Cathorne is a good teacher.

But Chi Diao thought he was not a good student.

"Do you know the difference between a low-level magister and a mid-level magister?"

The blue-robed mage leaned against the table, fiddling with a magic ball in his hand.

"Because the magic power in the middle-level magister's body is stronger, and the magic power is stored larger." Chi Diao recalled the contents of the "Introduction Guide to Magister Elementary Magic Power".

"no."

Cathorn smiled and shook his head.

"Because they know how to release more powerful spells with less magic power."

"For example, a first-level magister casts a 'silence' spell on an ordinary person. It needs to consume one-third of the magic power in the body."

He raised the magic ball in his hand, and the thick blue inside almost overflowed.

"But a second-level or third-level magister can do this with half the magic power."

A blue bird landed on his shoulder and pecked his cheek.

"So what you need to do now is not only to increase the magic power storage in your body, but also to know how to use them reasonably."

"A person's magister talent determines the maximum magic power reserve in his body, but a magister's magic power usage skills and combat talent come from long-term combat training."

His light gray hair always reminded Chi Diao of Eleanor.

But his hair was lighter and brighter.

Glitter in the sun.

"You need a bigger stage, more fights."

"And these are things that Wind Whisper City cannot give you."

----

Chi Diao left this place and was with his teacher.

He didn't have any nostalgia here.

When he looked down on the small city from the gray and white city wall for the last time, he saw colorful flags flying on the low houses.Mercenaries were bustling around the gates of the city with news of wealth or death.The steeple of the church towers high, and the sculpture of the God of Light is still smiling coldly.

A pack of jackals roamed the edge of the forest, waiting for some hunter who had fallen off his horse to be their supper tonight.

Farmers here are forced to cut off its roots every time they get a weed from their fields, and dedicate two-thirds of it to the gods who protect them.

Soldiers who tasted the blood then paralyzed their dead nerves with wine and tobacco.The people in the tavern were boisterous, celebrating everything day and night, both the dead game and death itself.

They took a boat down a branch of the Blue Olive River, leaving behind the black mist of the Misty Corridor and the Wind Whispering City, and traveled a distance of about 300 feet in one day.

The Blue Olive River is a river that runs through the entire west of Basso. The blue river runs through the uninhabited wilderness.After bypassing several small towns that were also on the border of the White Empire, they disembarked at the Black Mine City.

This is the end of this route. In fact, for several centuries, no one has been able to bypass the Castro Mountains and pass through the turbulent waters upstream of the Black Mine City, even though the six eastern cities that are extremely rich are behind it.

That is also where the Holy Dragon City is located.

But they changed direction here and headed south all the way.

"I thought we would go to Holy Dragon City." Chi Diao said:

"No, I know there's a better place."

The blue-robed sorcerer gently closed his eyes with a soft voice.

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