It All Starts with the Wizard

"Everything starts with the wizard ( to find the latest chapter!

In the dark cell, Roman sat at the table, his eyes closed slightly, his right fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, the crisp sound was like a stone thrown into the water, splashing circles of ripples in the darkness.

As a heavy prisoner, Roman has spent almost a month in the third largest prison called Myempes. During this period, except for the dark shadows that appear every day, he will put a nutrient into the cell on time. Apart from great, there is nothing else worth noting.

Even Master Pace, who was chattering endlessly before, has never appeared since the last time he came here. This cell seems to be an isolated island, even if you know that there must be other prisoners around you. Gives a sense of isolation that is difficult to resist.

However, Roman was not affected by this lonely atmosphere. On the contrary, after the initial period of anxiety and anxiety, Roman's mentality has gradually calmed down, and he has begun to adapt to life in this prison at an extremely fast speed.

I don't know why, after knowing that his long sentence was almost equal to life imprisonment, Roman didn't have the slightest tension in his heart, but began to enjoy this long-lost peaceful life.

There is no pressure and no danger. In addition to the limited space for activities, the only thing that makes Roman unhappy is the so-called "nutritious meal carefully prepared by Aunt Peggy."

Thinking of this, Roman's finger tapping on the tabletop suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes, and there was a dignified and determined expression in his eyes, staring at the yellow-green nutrition bar in front of him.

After another while, Roman stroked his stomach with his left hand, slowly picked up the nutrition bar on the table, and then pulled the tab at one end of the nutrition bar upwards. Immediately, the tab fell off, and the packaging film on the outside seemed to be in full bloom. The chrysanthemum slowly spread to the surroundings, exposing the yellow-green substance inside.

Roman's nose quivered, and then the corners of his eyes twitched. Fortunately, he thought he was very nervous, but after tasting this thing once, he even had the terrible thought of "I would rather eat shit!"

But apart from this thing, there was nothing to replenish energy at all. In the end, Roman was heartbroken, his eyes closed, and he opened his mouth to take a small bite.

"Crunch"

A clear fingerprint appeared on the metal armrest of the seat, and then as Roman's hand released, it slowly returned to its original shape.

A minute later, Roman expressionlessly threw the empty film on the ground. Then, the film slowly sank and was quickly swallowed by the ground.

Roman was not surprised by the scene before him. He had figured out some of the special features of this cell during this period of time. In fact, it was nothing. To put it simply, the whole cell was like a living thing, except for the original furniture. Apart from Roman himself, everything that touches the surrounding black wooden walls and ground will be slowly swallowed.

And Roman even discovered that sometimes these walls would move slightly, just like a stomach pouch, digesting the debris that they were trying to swallow.

At this moment, with a click, the original closed metal door of the cell slowly opened a gap, and at the same time, a faint yellow light shone in through the gap of the door.

Roman immediately put the unpleasant experience behind him. He didn't get up immediately, but continued to keep his original posture and watched the opening of the door.

He doesn't know what the situation is now. In order to avoid accidents, he tries not to make misunderstanding actions as much as possible. What if it is regarded as a jailbreak?

Although his sentence has reached the point where he can break the jar, Roman doesn't want to make his situation worse for the time being.

After a while, the surrounding quiet environment gradually became noisy, and it seemed that many people gathered in the corridor were whispering.

At this moment, a black and cyan palm slapped heavily on the glass of Roman's door, and then, Uncle Pace glared at his extremely unkind eyes, and said cursingly:

"What are you doing in a daze, is your brain watt, scum, waiting for Master Pace to invite you out in person? Allen (an allusion to a certain biological organ)."

After speaking, Uncle Pace once again compared his **** and jumped out of the window. Then, his cursing voice slowly walked away.

Roman frowned, got up and walked slowly to the door, looking out through the crack in the door.

He first saw a row of muddy eyeballs growing on the opposite wall, which were emitting a dim light and scanning randomly. Then, Roman saw a few figures, to be precise, some prisoners wearing the same prison uniforms as him. Is standing in the corridor.

These people did not gather together, but stood by the doors of their respective cells, looking at the end of the corridor, and chatting with people nearby from time to time, seeming to be waiting for something.

Seeing that there was no problem, Roman no longer hesitated, opened the door and walked out, standing outside his cell like those people, and then looking at the end of the corridor.

However, the entrance is still a deep corridor, extending into the darkness, unable to see the depth of the darkness, and as far as Roman can see, there are only five or six prisoners who are also standing outside the cell and waiting.

And Uncle Pace, at this moment, is jumping up and down in the corridor, and when he encounters a cell where the prisoner has not appeared, he will jump up and shoot himself on the door of the room, and then there will be a series of personal greetings with no lower limit.

"Hehe, new here?"

At this moment, a light laugh suddenly sounded behind Roman, and a very hearty voice sounded.

Roman looked back. Five meters away behind him, a man with brown hair tails was leaning against the door. The man was tall, handsome, and had a mole at the corner of his eyes, like a black tear. Looking at him with a smile on his face.

Roman did not reply, but silently stared at the cellmate next door.

The man didn't receive a reply, and it didn't seem surprising. He rubbed his chin with his hands, smiled undiminished, and said to himself:

"Tsk tusk, is it another brain other than the problem? But it's normal. How many normal people can be locked here? Hey! New here, I'm Solomon, what's your name?"

The man named Solomon continued to look at Roman, and introduced himself first.

Roman's eyes flashed, and then slowly revealed a gentle smile, and said softly:

"You can call me Merlin, my friend, and I am very happy to know you."

"Uh?"

Solomon was stunned when he saw Roman's reaction, but then put on a sunny smile again:

"Haha, good luck, finally someone who can speak human words comes."

Roman showed a puzzled expression, then watched Solomon step away to open a gap, pointed behind him and said:

"Did you see that one?"

Roman looked through the gap that Solomon had left, and saw a person who seemed to be stripped standing behind him. Half of his hair had fallen off completely, exposing his pitted scalp. He was now lowering his head and gnawing on something.

It seemed that he was aware of Roman's gaze. The figure suddenly stopped moving, and then slowly raised his head. A face that was also skinless appeared in the dim light. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his eyeballs protruded. A hungry gaze stared at Roman.

At the same time, his mouth slowly opened, pulling out the missing one-third of the fingers from his mouth, a trace of blood slid down the corner of his mouth, but he was immediately licked back by his tongue.

Roman frowned, and he keenly noticed that the tongue of this man didn't seem to be a human tongue.

"No, have you seen it? This guy has been in prison for more than ten years. He bit his finger every day and drank his own blood. He was full of blood sucking. Let alone communicate. He didn't even eat nutrition bars. It's a pity that you can give it to me if you don't eat it. What a pity that such a delicious thing was wasted.

Alas, I was about to meet that Aunt Peggy, who can make such a delicious meal must be a rare beauty. "

After speaking, Solomon took out his other hand from behind, holding two yellow-green nutrition bars between his fingertips, and then looked at Roman with a smile on his face:

"How about, as a meeting ceremony, I can share one with you."

As he said, he quickly bit off the tab of a nutrition bar, then stretched out his tongue and slowly licked it, still showing an expression of extraordinary enjoyment.

When Roman saw this, he turned around silently, leaving the back of rejection to Solomon.

The sound of licking and licking from behind made Roman a little nauseous, but soon, his attention was attracted by the shouts coming from ahead:

"Scumbags, let me behave better, I know you idiots have problems with their brains, but if anyone dares to make trouble, I will tell Aunt Peggy when I come back to add more food to your lunch. Believe me, those wonderful things, vomit! Even the toad in the deepest part of the rancid swamp can't stand it! Vomit!"

Listening to the tone of the words, Roman knew that it must have been Uncle Pace who hadn't run away, but Roman was still at a loss as to what happened next.

"Haha, Merlin, don't you know what's going on?"

At this time, the licking behind him stopped, and then Solomon's ridiculous voice came over.

Roman tilted his head and glanced behind him, frowned slightly, then flipped his hand, and a nutrition bar slipped from the cuff and threw it directly behind him.

"Yo?"

Solomon's eyes lit up and he quickly grabbed the nutrient bar that was half eaten in his mouth, and then steadily caught the nutrient bar that was thrown forward with his hands. He looked at it carefully, then nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile:

"Merlin, just rush to this nutrition bar, you friend, I'll make it, don't worry, just ask me if you don't understand."

As he said, he put away the newly acquired nutrition bar, and then continued to lick the remaining half, while looking at Roman with satisfied eyes, as if waiting for his question.

Roman also had no ink marks, and asked directly:

"What are we going to do?"

"Oh, it's a good thing for a while. We are going to the upper level of the prison, and then, babbling, there will be some tasks waiting for us."

"Task? What task?"

"There are all tasks, such as cleaning, fertilizing the magic plant, of course, these lowest-level, only those bloodline wizards with muscles in their brains or unconscious guys will go. Then, for example, the poor guy behind me will be pulled directly to bleed, and then used to water some blood-eating magic plants."

As he said, Solomon tilted his head and gestured to the person behind him with his eyes, while the man still lowered his head and sucked the blood spilling from his fingertips, as if he hadn't noticed that he was being teased by Solomon.

Roman glanced at the poor cellmate, and said perfunctorily:

"Oh, what an unfortunate guy."

"Unfortunate? Hehe, Merlin, do you know why this guy came in?"

Solomon stopped sucking, and then continued without waiting for Roman to ask:

"It is said that he used to be a biology instructor at a certain college in the suspended space on the second floor. He didn't know what he was going crazy and began to secretly use his students to do human experiments.

Of course, in the beginning, they were all worthless apprentices, and no one paid attention. After all, dead people are too common in the wizarding world, but later this guy actually stared at the academy’s tutors. I don’t know the specifics. They listened to Pace. Uncle said casually.

In short, when this guy was discovered, he was actually doing experiments on himself, but in the end, because of the intervention of the witch hunter, the experiment naturally failed. Although this guy did not die by chance, his brain went wrong.

According to statistics, there are at least 43 people who died on this guy’s test bench, including three official wizards. Tsk tsk, how terrible, but this guy has also been sentenced to 217 years, it can be regarded as retribution. Yoyo. "

As he said, Luomen was sucking the nutrition bar in his hand while patting his chest with his hand, revealing a lingering fear.

"Is it illegal physical experiment? 43 people, 217 years."

Roman's expression remained unchanged, but he quickly thought about the information he had just received, and finally thought of the crime and sentence he was carrying on his back, and he couldn't help being speechless again.

At this time, seemingly attracted by the dialogue between the two, the person in front of Roman turned around, looked at Solomon and said:

"Come on~www.wuxiaspot.com~Solomon, no matter how good the madman is, can he compare with you?"

Solomon smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the man.

"Why, do you seem to have a bad prejudice against me? Have time to talk?"

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, then the man laughed twice, and immediately turned his head altogether, not daring to answer the conversation.

Roman looked at Solomon deeply and smiled:

"Hehe, then, what about you, Solomon, why are you locked in?"

Hearing what Roman said, Solomon smiled kindly again, and then turned into regret, and said with regret:

"Oh, I'm unlucky. I accidentally killed a few of my companions when I was studying witchcraft. It was nothing at all, but I can't afford to provoke one of the hapless fathers to the great wizard.

Then I calculated that staying outside sooner or later would be a death, so I simply came to Maiempes Grand Prison to surrender, but because I was warm and sincere, had a good confession attitude, and was a manslaughter, the sentence was not serious. Haha, babble, how about you, Merlin, what's your situation? "

After speaking, Solomon looked at the nutrition bar in his hand again, and looked at Roman with a serious expression.

Roman knew it with his knees. Solomon was absolutely nonsense. The matter was definitely not as simple as what he said. However, seeing that he didn't want to disclose, Roman did not intend to continue to ask questions. Instead, he showed an equally sincere smile and said:

"Hehe, it's a coincidence. Our situation is very similar, but I have died because of the experiment, except for some changes. Fortunately, the sentence is not too heavy."

"Really? Then we are really destined."

"Hehe, who says no?"

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, and the level of tacit understanding was like an old friend for many years.