It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 This evening, Roman, as usual, dragged the carcass of a wild boar and walked back to the tree house.

Today Roman is in a very good mood. After meditating last night, his total mental power finally broke through the 30 mark, and Roman finally no longer particularly worried about falling into the empty blue situation accidentally. 30 mental power is enough for him. Performed four witchcraft three times.

　　 Moreover, he has made considerable progress in improving the release of witchcraft. Although he is not very skilled, Roman feels that he has found the right direction.

　　 The improvement mentioned here is not to improve the witchcraft itself, but simply to make the form of spelling more flexible.

　　I want to improve witchcraft, even the lowest level zero-order witchcraft, but it is not something roman like roman can do.

　　 What's more, what Roman didn't know was that these four witchcraft extracted from the soul of Baru Yuna were themselves improved by him. Not only were their powers greatly improved, but the mental energy they consumed was also greatly reduced.

　　 The huge wild boar was dragged on the ground by Roman holding his hind leg with one hand. Roman walking, a scuttle raven suddenly passed by Roman's shoulder.

　　唰!

　　 At the moment when Mu Ya passed by, a thumb-sized stone shot out from Roman’s feet, and then flew past Mu Ya’s wings.

"cut"

　　Romain took a sip secretly, but there was not much frustration. It was true that Romain had failed too many times. In fact, since the beginning, Romain had not succeeded at all.

　　 But compared to the inaccuracy at the beginning, Roman can now roughly control the flying direction of the stone, instead of crookedly wondering where it went after flying for a while.

　　Walking, suddenly, Roman's footsteps stopped and his expression became weird. After a little hesitation, Roman continued to drag the wild boar forward, even the pace did not change.

　　 However, above Roman's head, two crows quietly sank into the dense forest ahead.

　　 At this time, on the tree house, there was a dark crow. It was staring motionlessly at a figure below the tree house, and a faint black brilliance flashed past its eyes.

　　 I saw under the tree house, on a wooden pier that Roman often sits on. At this time, there is a burly man sitting. From the perspective of the crow, he can only see his broad back and short golden hair like steel pins.

　　 Even when sitting, the man's upper body is still straight, and the originally wide wooden pier seems a little petite under the man's burly body, almost completely covered.

　　 The man wore a black priest's uniform that looked a little tight. The neckline and cuffs were embroidered with a few light gold patterns as decoration, and the back of the uniform had a red sun pattern all over the back.

　　 At this time, the man was looking at a thick red book seriously, his thick fingers stroked lightly on the yellowed pages, but there was an indescribable gentleness.

As the man's fingers slide, his lips are shaking slightly, seeming to follow the content of the book. Although he can't see his face, Roman can still feel a sense of inability through the field of vision of the crow. The solemnity of neglect.

　　沙沙沙

　　 Just then, a sound of heavy objects mopping the floor came out from the forest, and the man’s finger stopped on a certain line of the page, and it said:

　　 "The gospel is inspired by God, and it is beneficial to teach, rebuke, correct, and teach people to learn righteousness, so that those who belong to God can be perfected, and those who have turned away can repent..."

　　 The man read it silently, then gently closed the Gospel of the Sun in his hand, and looked up in the direction of the sound.

I saw Roman’s laborious hands pulling the wild boar’s hind legs, squatting down, leaning backwards, using the gravity of his body to drag the wild boar’s corpse, still grinning, hey, yeah, it sounds a bit like In constipation.

　　 The man sat on the wooden pier and watched Roman's antics. He didn't mean to get up at all. His expression was still stern and solemn, and he couldn't see the joy or anger.

Finally, Roman laboriously dragged the wild boar to a short distance from the tree house, then turned around and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He pretended to have just seen the man, and took a step back in surprise, his mouth opened a few times, as if he didn’t know. What to say.

　　 The man stood up from the tree stump and walked not far from Roman. The man was probably more than two meters tall. Although Roman was also about 1.9 meters tall, he still felt an unreasonable sense of oppression.

　　 "Hello, this is Alexander Anderson, you can call me Anderson."

　　 Anderson's tone is mellow and hoarse, with the unique vicissitudes of middle-aged people, just like a bottle of cellared red wine that has just woken up, which makes people involuntarily attracted.

　　 But his stiff, angular and stereotyped face, coupled with a smile drawn from the corners of his mouth, instantly ruined this beauty.

　　 It may be that Roman did not respond. The man named Anderson paused and continued to ask, his tone was still steady, not rushing:

　　 "Are you a hunter in the forest?"

　　 "No, I am a wild man in the forest."

　　 "……"

　　 The reason why Roman said so was completely subconscious. The moment he saw the tall man with his own eyes, he had a warning sign in his heart, and his whole body seemed to have a layer of goose bumps and his hairs were standing upright.

　　 An inexplicable heat radiated from the man's back, like a blazing sun falling into the ground, and the dark magic in Roman's body was surging like boiling water.

　　 But this feeling only lasted for a short moment. After Roman subconsciously popped out this sentence, UU read www.uukanshu.com to look at the man again, but he no longer felt what he had just felt, as if everything was just an illusion.

　　 But Roman didn't think so, he had already been vigilant for twelve points, and his mental power began to accelerate in the sea of ​​consciousness.

　　 After listening to Roman’s answer, Anderson’s stereotyped face was still expressionless, it seemed that Roman’s answer couldn’t be more normal.

　　 He didn't speak any more, but stared at Roman for a while.

　　 At this time, the burning tingling sensation reappeared, and Roman was horrified, but he looked at Anderson calmly on the surface.

　　 I saw the red thick paper book that the man was holding in his hand and held it in front of his chest, and the pages of the book began to snap open.

　　 Roman can see that when the pages of the book are turning, Anderson's eyes reveal a trace of enthusiasm.

　　 Combined with the black priest's uniform on his body and the thick leather book full of religious flavor, Roman has already faintly guessed the identity of the man.

　　 When the page stopped, Anderson spoke again, his tone without a trace of emotion, without any circumstance, as if he was just reading the content of the book dryly:

　　 "Following the afterglow of the setting sun, darkness is hidden in life, and the neigh of crows heralds death."

　　 After reading dryly, Anderson closed the Gospel of the Sun in his hand and looked at Roman.

　　 The air seemed to freeze for an instant, and even the flying leaves seemed to start to leave this area intentionally.

Roman didn't speak either, but he also removed his disguise. The originally rickety waist was straight, and his black eyes stared at Anderson under the messy black hair. The whole person's momentum gradually sharpened, as if out of the blue. The sharp blade of the sheath.

　　 The other party's intention is clear, and there is no point in pretending to be stupid.