Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

A young man with a pale complexion that lacks sunlight, deep facial features that are biased towards northerners, and a messy short red hair, stares at Yang Qiu in horror as if seeing a ghost.

No... If he saw a ghost, he would definitely not react like this. After all, he is a high-level black magician who is close to 400 years old. To him, evil spirits are just the carrier of materials, so there is no need to make a fuss.

"You—you!" The young man pointed at Yang Qiu and nodded several times, after all, he didn't call out Yang Qiu's identity openly, and just grinned, "You... brat!"

Yang Qiu smiled, put on his top hat, glanced at the odds and ends on the stalls, and laughed at the other party again.

The appearance looks like a boy, but in fact he is an old monster, the corner of his mouth twitched in anger at his mocking face of "not saying anything"...

Half an hour later, in the hotel where Yang Qiu stayed.

After dismissing the temporary servants, Yang Qiu closed the door of the room, and while propping up the subspace barrier, he turned his head: "Old man, the graduation ceremony——"

"No!" The young man sat on the sofa with his arms crossed, and scolded with a dark face, "I don't even think about how much trouble you have caused me these years, and you have been chased and intercepted by people who want to find you everywhere, so that I can't concentrate on cultivating. Ta, I haven't troubled you yet!"

"That tower was so broken that it couldn't even function at its core. It couldn't even hold up the magic net. There was no floor in the tower's folding space. Furnace." Yang Qiu said indifferently, "Besides, the winter is so sad in that kind of bitter cold place, and you are already an old man, so why not come to the south to retire."

The young man stared at Yang Qiu blankly for a while, covered his face and got up: "Forget it, just pretend that I haven't seen you, and even if we completely break off the relationship in the future, don't come to me, lest one day be caught You bastard is pissed off."

Yang Qiu didn't get up to pull him, but just casually rolled up his sleeves when the young man passed by him, revealing the space bracelet on his wrist...

The young man stopped suddenly, lowered his head suddenly, and looked at Yang Qiu's wrist.

Although Prosperity Church is not a wealthy and large sect, its heritage is deep enough. The space props provided for its own black robe surveillance must be very particular. Not only is the internal space large enough and stable, but the surface of the bracelet is also engraved with permanent protective formations.

The young man saw clearly the space bracelet that was supervised by a certain black robe of the Prosperity Church, and took a slight breath...

Immediately afterwards, the young man who was clamoring to sever ties with Yang Qiu not long ago sat back as if nothing had happened, without blushing or panting, and skipping over the previous scene with a very natural attitude: "Hey, are you developed now? "

...Yang Qiu's virtue of asking for money and his brazen thick skin are not born with him.

"It doesn't count, it's just occupying a piece of territory." Yang Qiu pulled down his sleeves and raised his feet calmly, "Is the person who talked to you at the market earlier a member of the Rhine Court Mages?"

"That's Needham. He wants to invite me to play for the Rhine royal family. I'm not interested." The young man waved his hand.

"It's really not interesting. Your strength is enough to be the chief, but the person who invited you will not give up the chief position." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Even if you are willing to work through your qualifications slowly, your age will not allow it." Now, old man, are you near the end of your lifespan?"

The young man's complexion changed, and seeing that he was about to turn his face, Yang Qiu quickly raised his hand: "Don't worry about getting angry, I have a way to increase your success rate in advancing."

"Huh?" The young man's expression froze, and a strong spiritual power appeared around him like water, and rushed towards Yang Qiu like a wave.

Yang Qiu didn't do anything to stop him, and let the young man's mental field envelope him.

"You——you bastard!" Seeing Yang Qiu's bottomless mental strength and his stable soul thickness, the young man was shocked and said dumbfounded, "When did you get promoted? ?!"

Yang Qiu smirked.

Wealthy people don't see old people, like walking at night in brocade clothes, after being promoted, I have never had the chance to show off to old acquaintances, but Yang Qiu is suffocated!

Especially to show off to the old man—double, no, triple the joy!

Throughout Yang Qiu's youth and middle age, he lived under the shadow of this old monster with a juvenile appearance. There is no other reason. This red-haired man with all problems and bad personality is a well-deserved super genius.

The superhumans in this world can delay or even stop aging when their soul strength (mental power realm) is strong enough to feed back their bodies.

In other words, the older and younger the person, the more unfathomable their strength.

Brother Lowell, who became the inspector of the Prosperity Church before he turned thirty, was already considered a genius, but he was still inferior to the pervert who became a middle-level spellcaster before he was an adult.

Yang Qiu, who was picked up by this kind of genius, spent the years as a sorcerer's apprentice under this bastard's hands, the pressure can be imagined... It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like repeating the third year of high school dozens of times.

In his 40s, Yang Qiu finally succeeded in being promoted to a middle-level spellcaster, and his soul strength entered the supernatural category. If this speed is to be placed elsewhere, he must be surrounded by praise, but in the eyes of the old man, he is just a scumbag. Not going out to meet people...

With others, Yang Qiu should be polite and modest, and with this old guy who has brought him psychological shadow for many years, Yang Qiu is completely impolite, looking at people with his nostrils: "It was only half a year ago, go to Sauron Sen Shanshan took a trip, found a suitable place to try, and passed smoothly. Seeing the Eye of Truth for the third time, I feel quite kind."

Young man: "..."

Most spellcasters can only step into the gate of realm twice in their lifetime and see the Eye of Truth twice.

The first time, from a beginner spellcaster to an intermediate level, and the second time, from an intermediate spellcaster to an advanced level.

Most people only have two chances like this in their lifetime... The gate of the third realm is too dangerous. Many people even forcibly opened the gate, and before they had time to step in, they collapsed and lost control in front of the gate.

Professional-level powerhouses with a bit of common sense will never watch when they find someone nearby who opens the third door, but run as far as they can, because just opening the third door is close to disaster.

"Running to Sorensen to be promoted, it seems that you played a desperate gamble. At that time, you were cornered?" The young man said with difficulty.

"No, no, didn't I tell you, I'm not the kind of person who puts all his eggs in one basket. You know me. I never do things that I'm not sure about."

"Oh—that is, you have abandoned the dignity of the caster. I have heard that you cut off the sealed item of the Gold Coin Church, and you are also dependent on the sealed item like those courageous priests. This is indeed you who grew up Something that an unscrupulous guy can do."

"Your source of information is too bad. The sealed item is something after my promotion. Of course, I can understand that your brain is almost buried in the coffin. For outstanding disciples, you can easily exceed your limit and achieve what you can't achieve." It is too difficult to understand the purpose of this.”

"Do you think I'll believe such nonsense? Who has even studied elementary courses in magic for several years? I've never seen such a dull idiot like you in my life!"

"I've been learning the common language all those years! You're just taking advantage of your mother tongue. If you have the ability, come and learn Chinese from me!"

"Are you talking to the teacher?!"

"Where do you look like a good teacher and helpful friend? Which hair strands do you look like?!"

Next...the master and apprentice cared about each other's encounters in these years of separation, and they were still in high spirits after chatting almost dry.

The two squatted in the same mage tower for more than a hundred years, and they could even recite each other's swear words. This level of verbal disputes is similar to that of ordinary people exchanging pleasantries; As if he hadn't blushed and had a thick neck just now, he calmly continued the topic at the beginning.

"What's your condition for helping me?" the young man asked directly.

"You also help me." Yang Qiu said bluntly.

The old man's character is a little bad, but he is a ready-made high-level spellcaster. Yang Qiu even dragged the former thief to be a puppet lord, and even coaxed the ascetic monks from the Prosperity Church to be a tool man. He never bumped into anyone and let him go. reason.

The young man looked Yang Qiu up and down with scrutiny... He frowned and said, "What do you want me to do for you, it can't be to grab the territory for you?"

Yang Qiu smiled without saying a word.

Young man: "..."

"You know me, old man." Yang Qiu said happily, "Why do people like us pursue the way of the strong, just to increase the lifespan and live as long as possible? Why don't we all build a phylactery As a lich, you can live until the next battle of the gods."

"But even a lunatic like Enwei who does things regardless of the consequences is forced to become a lich after his body is destroyed. We black magicians are still willing to be human, aren't we?" Yang Qiu said with a smile, "use Doing more meaningful and valuable things with a longer life than ordinary people is what spellcasters like us should pursue. For example, bringing some fresh air to the dull Nabalon. "

The young man looked at the mad disciple with an indescribably complex expression, shook his head and said, "Don't call others crazy, Enwei needs to know that's how you see him, and maybe he will fight you for his life."

After Yang Qiu was able to speak the common language fluently, he described his origin and hometown many times with the teacher who got along day and night.

Yang Qiu, who was still a middle school boy at the time, naturally did not hide his "ambition" - in his own opinion, it was not ambition, but what he thought "the normal world should look like".

Although the old man's mage's tower is remote, there are towns nearby, and everything he saw when he went to the city to supply supplies made Yang Qiu, who grew up under the red flag, feel disgusted in his bones.

But in the eyes of the young aborigines, this disciple, who he thought was quite talented, was definitely sick in the brain, or the kind that was born with a sickness...

Yang Qiu understands how his teacher thinks of him. After all, before he finds his way home, he also maintains a pessimistic attitude towards his own ideals. Go back to Inadoli, Kingsley."

Kingsley Jean, one of the famous high-ranking spellcasters in the northern part of the Nabaron Continent, frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head regretfully: "Not for now, maybe in a few years."

Not to mention getting to know him better as a teacher, Yang Qiu said calmly, "I'm purchasing the core magic circle materials for the mage tower."

Kingsley Jean's eyes widened suddenly.

"There is no condition for the folding space in the tower, but there is a castle-sized city lord's mansion under the tower, and there is no need for folding space." Yang Qiu smiled slightly, and deliberately turned the space bracelet on his left wrist, "My mage tower is in the city. , the fortifications can also be omitted, as long as the core magic circle materials and the building materials required for the tower body are gathered together."

Folding the space in the tower does not cost much material, but it needs the help of a space-type spellcaster, which is more difficult for Yang Qiu.

After a pause, Yang Qiu casually dropped the bombshell: "It took me almost a year to collect the material money and building materials."

This year refers to the time of the alien plane.

Buying and selling across borders, using players to brush monsters and materials to fight pornography and illegal activities, robbing countless brothels and casinos, evacuating a viscount's mansion, and collecting the wool of many churches... It's just enough to make up, it can be said to be very hard.

But no matter how hard it is, under normal circumstances, it takes the spellcaster hundreds of years to collect enough wealth without getting involved in trouble.

Kingsley Jean jumped up from the sofa, flew in front of Yang Qiu, bent down, lowered his head, held Yang Qiu's left hand wearing a space bracelet, and said affectionately: "Yang, I always knew that you are a very An excellent disciple—"

Yang Qiu was completely unmoved, and just raised a finger calmly: "I'll give you a [-]% dividend. This is the most generous price, and there is no need to talk about an extra coin."