Blood of Mercury

"Natalia..."

An Ruosi's mood is very complicated now, and the pace under her feet is a little slower.

She was the first female wizard An Ruosi knew after entering the White Tower. She is one year higher than An Ruosi, and can be regarded as his senior sister.

Natalia is different from the average female wizard. She didn't choose to be a mind-witching witch, but became an enchantment wizard whose work was boring and uninteresting, repetitive and heavy.

Enchantment wizards who specialize in the maintenance and reinforcement of items and enchantments are fine. But more enchantment wizards work in mining areas, underground, or in dangerous laboratories.

They are responsible for preventing rock formations from collapsing and preventing explosions. They work more than fourteen hours a day, and the work of the enchantment wizards at the bottom basically has no creativity at all.

This is a department that very few female wizards choose to specialize in.

However, Natalia chose this category.

Perhaps because of her background in Su Ze's military, Natalia doesn't like the way of provoking conflicts and taking advantage of people's hearts like the Witch Confused. She told An Ruosi that she prefers those who are pure, kind and without any scheming.

Therefore, she was very tired of staying with those bewitching witches who were always hiding their words.

It is precisely for this reason that among a large number of suitors, Natalia finally chooses An Ruosi, who has no scheming.

In the end, An Ruosi chose to specialize in the enchantment system because of her influence.

Under the influence of habit, even if An Ruosi later found out that his astrological ability was much higher than that of the enchantment system, he was habitually using the enchantment system on weekdays.

Thinking of this, An Ruosi couldn't help sighing.

After he left the small village of Caral at the age of twelve, An Ruosi went directly to the White Pagoda, studying hard like a sponge, absorbing all the knowledge that he could come into contact with.

It wasn't until more than a month ago that he left the White Tower to find a mercenary group for a graduation internship.

From an early morning, An Ruosi set off from the White Tower and spent six days crossing the mountains of Fararu. It took another eight days to cross the plains of Caral and head west into Bantha.

This is his first contact with the outside world.

For more than 20 days before the holiday, he had been trekking westward. There are more than twelve hours a day on the road without stopping.

at the very beginning. An Ruosi also had some complaints, such as "Why can't I use the teleportation technique to travel?", "What is the meaning of this internship", and "My feet are blistered and won't get infected?"

However, An Ruosi quickly grew up.

Across three countries, An Ruosi has seen all kinds of customs. The scholar's peculiar bookish air in him gradually faded under the sunlight, turning into a kind of gentle and peaceful self-confidence.

In the past two months, he witnessed the process of deer hunting by mountain people. Taste the taste of roasted deer and roasted rabbits without added spices, see the crystal lake of Mount Fararu in the distance, visit the tomb of the Duke of the White Wolf of Caral, get involved in the struggle between the nobles in Banza, join a group with only two Personal strange mercenary group, escorted the daughter of the viscount from the forbidden land, picked up Roland, fought several battles with the cultists, returned to the White Tower and was beaten by the Lord of Violence...

Although there seems to be something strange mixed into it, there is no doubt about it. An Ruosi's two months were much more fulfilling than his previous eighteen years combined.

An Ruosi could feel that the current self was different from the self who only knew how to study witchcraft two months ago.

It's like smashing a crack in a room full of water - after stepping into the formal stage, the knowledge that An Ruosi has learned over the years exploded, making his strength enter an unprecedented blowout period, every day You can feel progress.

On the day An Ruosi set off, he had just put on a formal wizard robe.

Yesterday, he was beaten by the Lord of Violence, and when An Ruosi woke up, he felt that he had entered the black iron rank.

The advancement of wizards is similar to priests in a sense. Every time you enter the advanced level, there will be subtle changes in your character, and when you enter the silver level, after the soul changes, you can almost become two completely different people.

An Ruosi can now clearly feel that he is no longer as gentle as when he left the White Tower.

With that, An Ruosi's thoughts about Natalia also faded a bit.

An Ruosi couldn't help feeling complicated.

A faint panic gradually emerged from my heart—

He couldn't help but wonder. When I enter the bronze rank or even the silver rank and my soul is alienated, can I still maintain my relationship with Natalia?

And Natalia is also a wizard, can she be the same to herself?

Inexplicable. The faces of Roland and Claudia flashed past An Ruosi's eyes.

An Ruosi stopped.

"Robert..."

He hesitated and said, "Are we going to find Natalia now? We have just come back, should we go to the tutor to report the itinerary first? And Hurland is still sleeping there, in case she wakes up I couldn't find it when I came..."

"—Are you afraid?"

Robert interrupted An Ruosi softly, An Ruosi turned his head blankly, only to find that Robert was just looking at himself calmly.

An Ruosi felt that her head exploded with a buzzing sound, and her eyes were blank.

Robert sighed.

"Relax. An Ruosi," Robert rarely took off the smile that he always wore on his face, stopped, and turned to look at An Ruosi behind him, "I felt the same way at the time."

"Does this feel like...?"

An Ruosi murmured and repeated.

"The feeling of being so awake in the brain, the dullness of the mood, and the fact that everything seems to be irrelevant - do you mean this feeling?"

Hearing Robert's words, An Russ suddenly turned his head.

Robert nodded with satisfaction: "It seems so."

"Wait Robert...is there anything wrong with that feeling?"

An Ruosi moved in her heart and asked suspiciously.

Robert was relieved.

He put on that smile again and shook his head: "No, this situation is normal. This shows that you are the most orthodox kind of sorcerer, you are not greedy for temporary strength and advanced with special rituals... Only Only in this way can you show that you have enough talent to enter the Golden Rank."

...and I have lost that possibility.

Robert added with a wry smile in his heart.

There was no reason why he had to become a great wizard anyway. To advance at the fastest speed and get a higher authority to memorize some more precious information is the kingly way.

"Robert! Is this feeling permanent? Or will it fade later?"

An Ruosi asked urgently.

"Of course it's permanent. It's the only way for wizards to evolve into perfect creatures... If wizards advance or not only use different levels of sorcery, those wizards who focus on research will not advance at all. Bar?"

Robert almost laughed.

The smile on his face was as bright as the sun, with some malice that An Ruosi could not understand: "Why do you think your mentor doesn't want you to fall in love too soon? Do you really think that he is worried about your falling in love? Will it delay learning?"

"……Is not it?"

"of course not."

Robert sighed deeply: "It's too easy for a wizard to break the racial limit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Especially you geniuses who are taught by the tower master himself, basically can eventually become the golden rank."

"Just think about it a little bit, why do the great wizards often think about the issue of children after their own advancement has become slow."

"Marriage, having children—this emotion comes from Ya'an's instinctive fear of death. It is precisely because of thinking about what will happen after death that people are ready to create a continuation of their own lives."

In An Ruosi's eyes, Robert still had a smile on his face, but the smile gradually faded, as if he had thought of something.

"However, the more people know, the more they learn, and the more they see, the less they are afraid of death."

Robert was decisive, the smile on his face contorted and melted into an almost sarcastic look.

As if he hated something for granted.

A tragic aura of being the enemy of the world poured out from his distorted smile. (To be continued.)