It All Starts with the Wizard

　　 Baru Yuna closed his eyes and felt his soul.

　　En, very comfortable, nourished by the tranquilizer, no other abnormalities.

　　 After repeated confirmations, he finally confirmed that it was not because of the medicine that the sharp pain had indeed disappeared.

　　 "This is gone?"

　　 Baru Yuna was a little dazed for a while, and then completely reacted.

"Gulaxi (swearing words), it has been painful for so long, and it doesn't hurt as soon as I drank the soul-suppressing potion? Don't play it like this! Keep on, keep on hurting, don't waste my potion! "

Baru Yuna muttered to himself madly, and then squeezed his neatly groomed hair. At this moment, he no longer cared about his manners and manners as a potion master. He was bearing a huge price and The risk of reputation damage, privately took the potion refined for the customer, who knows that the aftertaste of the potion in the mouth has not disappeared, and the **** pain has disappeared.

　　 If I knew it earlier, I knew he would hold on for a few more seconds!

　　 The regret in his heart at this moment is simply beyond addictive.

"what...."

　　 There is nowhere to vent the depression in his chest, he raised his head to the sky and roared.

　　 Then his roar suddenly got stuck in his throat, like a duck with his neck pinched all the time.

　　 "Wait, where am I? Where is my book collection? Where are my notes and my hard work?"

Baru Yuna waited for his eyes, the faint green flames almost came out. On the rows of bookshelves carefully arranged in front of him, a thick layer of ashes was piled up at this moment. Looking around, only a handful of bookshelves were still available. The few books that were slanted upside down looked lonely and very shabby. Compared with the original dazzling array, it was a world of difference.

"what!"

　　 Baru Yuna could no longer control the anger in his heart, as if the substantive spiritual power surged out, and the black magic power swept across and raged like a tide.

　　嘭!

　　 There was a muffled noise from the top of the black tower, and then a transparent light curtain appeared on the surface of the black tower, and the light curtain flashed for a while, and calm again soon afterwards.

　　 At the bottom of the black tower, a few apprentice wizards gathered together and whispered:

"Here again, after a month, I thought Elder Evans had returned to normal. I didn’t expect... Alas, I don’t know which laboratory suffered this time. I heard that the wizards of the Potions Department have already started. I ran outside to rent a laboratory. Several high-level laboratories in the tower are all being renovated, and the rest are basically the private laboratories of other instructors."

　　 "Isn't it, Elder Evans is not allowed to use the laboratory?"

"Don't you know, I just came out of my mentor, and the place where the accident seemed to be Elder Evans's own library. Tsk tsk, it seems that even the guardian circle of the black tower was shocked. The power is really not small! "

　　...

　　 The night wind blows, and the moon is as cool as water.

"Forehead..."

Roman rubbed his head, which still had a little pain, and woke up. He was lying on the soft sofa in a big character at the moment. On the desk in front of him, the inspirational recording was lying quietly on the table, and there was one on the ground that had burned out. For the cigar, the aroma of tobacco can still be faintly smelled in the air.

He rubbed his temples vigorously, and then rubbed his cheeks again. Roman sat like this. He was used to the inspirational routine. At this moment, he was in a moody mood. Then he got up and staggered to the bathroom and scooped it out of the bucket. A basin of cold water, soaking his face in the basin, the cold stimulation made Roman's brain sober a lot, and it seemed that even the little residual pain was eliminated.

Traveling into this world, the most uncomfortable thing for him is the hygiene and cleanliness issues here. Although Roman himself has no hygienic addiction, the habits he developed in the previous life still make him pay attention to personal hygiene. But here, bathing is simply a matter for him. A big problem.

This world is similar to the European Middle Ages in the previous life. There is no need to think about pipe boilers or anything else. There are no signs of this. People here will simply wipe their bodies with towels, and then rely on the strong energy to smoke people. The fainted perfume stayed hard.

This reminds Romans of the previous French Bourbon monarch, Louis XV. It is said that this king only took three baths in his life, once at birth, once on the wedding night, and once when he was buried... .

You know, this can be said to be the monarch with the most mistresses in French history. Roman can't imagine how these mistresses endure being tired of being with a guy who doesn't bathe all his life, but after thinking about it, Roman is relieved. Yes, indeed, because those mistresses don’t bathe either.

Shaking his head, shaking off the water droplets on the tips of his hair and the disgusting thoughts in his mind, Roman remembered the blue light that hit his eyebrows before, and he became excited, and wiped his face with a towel, and then quickly walked. Back to the table.

　　 The Apocalypse on the table had turned to a new page at some point, and new content appeared. Roman sat down and picked up the Apocalypse and began to look at it seriously.

I saw a pattern still painted with black lines on the pages of the book, which looked like a diamond-shaped slender crystal~www.wuxiahere.com~ There were mysterious characters flashing on the crystal, surrounded by a large number of filaments of light beams. The crystal rotates irregularly, even without any color, you can feel a kind of exquisite gorgeousness.

Below the 　　 pattern, there are still a few lines of small characters:

　　 "Hilmos Forging God Method"

　　 "Only by doing your best to be self-sufficient can you not be mad."

　　Roman looked at the last sentence, as if he felt something, he couldn't help muttering it out:

　　 "Only by doing my best to be self-sufficient, will I not be crazy... I always feel that the meaning is meaningful."

　　 Then, Roman's thoughts sank into the sea of ​​consciousness. In the center of the sea of ​​consciousness was floating a blue diamond spar exactly like the pattern, but it was smooth and without the mysterious symbols drawn on the pages of the book.

Roman’s mental power slowly enveloped this blue spar, and then a strange message flooded into his mind. A faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and there seemed to be many symbols inside. It flashed, and it looked exactly like the symbol carved on the diamond-shaped crystal.

　　 After a long time, Roman let out a long breath, and he finally fully understood the meaning of the message.

　　 "Oh, it's auxiliary again..."

　　 Roman sighed, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes. Indeed, although this is not the offensive witchcraft that Roman has always longed for, its effect should not be underestimated.

The Silmos forging method, in simple terms, its core is the Silmos spar floating in the sea of ​​Roman consciousness. This spar is not a kind of real ignorance, but of the soul and spirit. A special product of manifestation, different from the mental power vortex, its function is more intuitive, that is, it can indirectly affect Roman's soul and spirit by influencing the Shirmos spar.