The Wizard World

He stole another glance at the two women walking in the middle of the road.

The one on the left has long black shawl hair that is glossy and smooth, fair complexion, and a delicate and cold face. The most important thing is that this woman has no eyebrows. A pair of long and narrow black eyes revealed a cold chill.

The woman on the right has a very good figure, and her short red hair is like a burning flame, so red that it dazzles the eye. But there are no ears, and there are two dark red scars on the two ears. And no nose either. There are two round holes directly at the nose, which looks a bit scary.

Angelet took a sneak peek and was about to look away.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired woman with no eyebrows moved her eyes, and her eyes just met Angelet's.

Angelet only felt a sudden pain in his eyes, as if a lot of ice water had been poured in, and his eyeballs were almost numb from the ice.

He didn't dare to look any more, and stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, barely opening them again.

"Hey, you actually dare to look at Master Flan head-on." Vincent laughed on the sidelines. "Lord Fran was a powerful wizard who had the frost of winter three hundred years ago, and was a ruthless character who had been to the Northern Alliance and the underground race for more than 20 years in bloody battles.

"It was my fault."

Angelet frowned tightly, and began to let the chip slowly release plant-based energy particles to restore his eyes.

Wen Sen and the two didn't say anything anymore. Just shook his head and smiled. It was not the first time they had seen such a disadvantaged person.

The three walked forward quickly for a distance.

Angelet's eyes slowly returned to normal. He knew that this was pure mental power fluctuations transmitted through the line of sight, resulting in nerve damage. There is no way to defend against the talent force field.

That woman's body was like a block of ice with no temperature from the inside to the outside, including her mental power.

"Who the hell is Master Flan?" He slowed down at this moment and asked.

"Fran and the lady Kelina beside her are both the second of the seven double-ring wizards in our six-ring tower. They are second-level wizards." Alice beside Vincent explained actively.

"Master Fran is the current patriarch of the Jones family, and Lord Kelina is the envoy sent from the headquarters far away from the Gemstone Sea. After all, our six-ring tower here is just a branch."

Angelet nodded slightly, but he vaguely understood why the six-ring tower had the power to become the center of the west coast. Perhaps there is also the support of the headquarters behind it.

This was also the first time he had seen a second-level wizard.

He couldn't feel the aura of the two of them at all, but once he looked with his eyes, he could see the existence of the two of them. no sense of crisis

There is no sense of threat, as if they are two ordinary people.

All the people who passed by the two double-ring wizards saluted them in unison. The two ignored the people around them at all, and chatted with each other on their own, but no sound came out

Angelet didn't dare to look back, this time the eye nerve was injured *Qihang text*, it was totally inexplicable. There was no indication from the chip, and I didn't feel any signs of witchcraft at all. He couldn't understand the opponent's methods at all.

Concentrating his mind, he and Vincent Alice walked into the white palace-style building gate together with the sparse crowd.

There are no pattern carvings on the walls and floors of the palace. They are just white. They are all made of stone bricks and slabs like white jade. A huge oval sapphire is inlaid above the gate. Bow down and salute.

Inside is a large hall with a circular three-story pool fountain in the middle, and a white jade-colored mermaid statue stands on the fountain. The mermaid is lying half-lying with its upper body naked, holding a water bottle in its hand and tilting, clear spring water is continuously flowing out of the water bottle

There are also large rectangular tables in the hall, on which are placed various dishes and drinks. In the corner on the right, a band wearing a black aristocratic dress is playing soft music slowly.

Strangely, the entire hall does not have any lighting facilities, but the ceiling naturally emits a white halo. Gives people a feeling like daytime.

As soon as Angelet entered, Wen Sen and the two left voluntarily.

Talking with two familiar wizards about the recent situation,

He walked around the hall several times by himself before he saw Lispell standing in a corner not far from him. She was talking softly with two witches, with a polite smile on her face.

Lispell also saw Angelet, whispered a few words to the two wizards beside Qing Yi Erya, and walked over slowly.

"Welcome, Green." Lispel put on a plain look. "Hope you had a good time today."

"Thank you for your invitation." Angelet responded with a smile.

Lispell didn't say much, turned around and walked directly towards the gate.

But a voice came faintly from the secret imprint on Angelet's hand.

"Go to the back garden, someone will come to meet you, and the prescription is over there. You need to quickly record it, and then leave here in half an hour. Remember, it's only half an hour. Otherwise, the record will be automatically deleted." Lispel's voice Into Angelet's ears.

"Okay." Angelet responded, also through the secret seal.

For him now, the materials for hunting the giant tree potion have been found, all he needs to do is configure the potion and wait for his mental power to reach the level of improvement. In other words, there is now a lack of prescriptions that can improve mental power. As long as the mental strength meets the requirements, there is a high chance of promotion.

Angelet walked out from the side door of the hall calmly, then walked slowly to the back. Soon came to the garden behind the building.

Some white-robed wizards stood chatting in the back garden in twos and threes.

Angelet felt that apart from Lispel, this place and him seemed to be completely different worlds. Without Lispell's invitation, he would never have had any interaction with the wizards here. There is a sense of being out of place.

Just as he walked in, a man with a silver ring on his forehead slowly walked over.

"Lord Green?" he asked in a low voice.

"En." Angelet nodded.

The man quickly took out a small black box from his sleeve.

"This is the scroll we transcribed. Time is running out, do you know what to do?"

"Of course." Angelet took the black box without opening it, just hid it in his sleeve and held it with his hand.

"The white-necked eagle has already arranged for you, you can go directly to the place where you landed earlier." The man said through voice transmission.

Angelet nodded, turned and walked towards the side path of the palace.

In the process of walking back, he saw leisurely white wizards communicating with each other along the way. Among the mental power fluctuations in these people, the most liquefied and a lot of crystallized.

It's just that in Angelet's eyes, most of these white wizards don't smell bloody. They have been at peace for too long, all day long except for research and communication or other things, and fighting and killing are extremely distant things for them.

Angelet felt like a wolf walking among sheep. The white wizards passing by didn't have any sense of defense at all. They just relied on the automatic protection of the natural force field. It seemed that they felt very safe this way. But they don't know that for the black wizards, this kind of automatic defense is just like paper. They only need fast enough and concentrated burst damage to quickly kill the defensive force field they trust. These apprentice wizards have strong spiritual power, but they don't have enough corresponding combat power.

And Angelet himself, since the formation of metal talent, he has been covering the surface of his body with metal, and only occasionally takes a breath. Although it feels stuffy in this way, it can improve one's defense anytime and anywhere.

Just like when he was on that ship, he was attacked by two white-robed wizards. If he didn't have this layer of metal on his body, if he was replaced by a white wizard, he would probably be turned into a puddle of acid water on the spot.

This is the difference in consciousness. Of course, except for the two second-level double-ring wizards I met just now.

When walking out of the hall, Lispel's amplified voice came from behind her.

"It's a great honor for me, Qiong Liu, to invite you to my birthday party today.

Angelet didn't listen, and walked back the same way.

People from the entire area seem to have gathered in the hall over there, and there are hardly any people outside.

Every few steps, on the walls of the houses on both sides, there are two white stone slabs glowing with white light, which are equivalent to lighting street lamps.

Angelet soon returned to the small open space where the giant eagle landed just now.

In the open space, a girl in gray was already waiting there with a white-necked eagle.

"Everything is ready, my lord," she whispered.

Angelet nodded, walked over *sailing text*, jumped up, and sat on the back of the eagle.

The white-necked eagle fluttered its wings, took two steps forward, and flew up into the black night sky.

Angelet could feel that the box in his hand seemed to have an inexplicable connection with the sky. But as the giant eagle flew away, this connection was quickly weakened.

He has always been a little worried that the prescription secretly copied from the Jones family this time seemed a little too smooth.

The value of this prescription, even for an heir like Lispel, cannot be given to outsiders for no reason.

In a high room in the white building complex.

Two figures in white robes stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the giant eagle that was gradually sinking into the night sky in the distance.

"Is that the little lover that Pell raised outside?"

"It is said that they are friends, not lovers, but a gasified little wizard. Pell copied out the treasured prescription. You won't get it back?"

"Really? Among the several heirs, only Pell is the most worry-free. Magny has a lot of women, and even has ambiguities with a few witches. Christine wastes materials badly, and every year the accidents caused by experiments The loss will occupy a small half of the family's expenses.

For Pell, a small prescription, that's no big deal. "

"Then it doesn't matter. By the way, it's better to bring Praal back after some activities in the clan. Estin and the others have gone too far recently. It can just suppress them."

"It doesn't matter, the once-in-20-year job change is about to start again. The resource point guards have recently been transferred to assist the hunting troops. We have to seize the opportunity."