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Chapter 489: Improved spell experiment (5).
Gray Rain Country, in the branch of the Truth Thinking of Gray Swamp.
There are many potholes in the muddy swamp all year round. A light gray mist lingers a few centimeters on the ground. There are no small animals or insects in the entire area where the wizard lives. There is only one in the distance. The towering tower plunged into the gray sky.
This is a quiet and mysterious residence of the mage. Under normal circumstances, including the official-level mage, no creature will choose to approach this area, because the entire area around the mage tower can be said to be the private domain of the master-level powerhouse. And in the small branch of Thinking of Truth, no master-level powerhouse has the guts to offend.
But on this day, a "team" ushered in this deadly swamp, of course, these people came only after getting permission to pass.
Most of the team consisted of a group of young orcs wearing rags. These listless, green-skinned orcs, male and female, were all tied up with heavy chains. The sound of clawing iron chains kept reminding them that they could not Erase identity-slave!
At the forefront of the team are two apprentice-level mage apprentices wearing gray robes. Because according to regulations, the "goods" of slaves must be "escorted" by the mage apprentices, so this time they are responsible for sending the "goods" to the mage. The transporter of the tower is two apprentice apprentices.
Seeing getting closer and closer to the mysterious tower, one of the apprentices who couldn't bear the loneliness began to whisper while wiping the dew from the robe.
"I said... this is already the first few batches of slaves this week. How do you feel that Master Sai'an has consumed more and more slaves? So many slaves have enough meat for ten and a half months. Come on..."
Looking at the group of slaves following him, the apprentice of the mage couldn't help but smashed his mouth.
Although these powerful young orc slaves are not professionals, their price is still much higher than that of ordinary humans, especially in this "peace" period when there is no war between large orcs and human cities. This kind of high-quality orc slaves The price has soared all the way. For most apprentices, the price of such an orc slave is enough to complete a mission by himself.
But look at the senior tutor of the tower, the junior apprentice who has just been promoted to the trainee level sincerely sighs for the richness of the strong-people buy dozens of orc slaves every week, and exchange points without even blinking their eyes.
The cruel young mage who didn’t know about the world dare to make fun of the senior tutor, but the companion next to him obviously didn’t have the courage. He saw his "friend" dare to speak without a word under the mage tower of a master-level master. This apprehensive apprentice immediately slapped the young mage on the back of the head!
"Hush! Shut up, the senior tutor is something you and I can talk about? Lord Sai'an is not a good-tempered spellcaster. If the last "deliveryman" suddenly died in a mission, I would never allow you. This rookie "ran the express" with me!
The young mage understands the truth of misfortune coming from the mouth very well. In thinking of the truth for so many years, it has seen too many unexplained "talking" because of the momentary reluctance to speak, although he has not heard of this A senior mentor named Punk-Sean has had examples of embarrassing apprenticeships in the past six hundred years, but the fact that too many memorable purposes still made him almost jumped when he heard his companions talk. stand up.
"Remember, don't talk too much when you see Lord Sai'an. Just put these slaves in the basement below the hall of the mage tower. The senior tutor will not embarrass us ants, as long as you don't cause troubles. There will be no problems"!
While speaking to his companion in a whispering tone, the young mage apprentice took out a clean rag from his storage pocket.
At least when sending these slaves to the mage tower, the young mage usually wipes the bodies of the slaves clean. This is not due to the rigid rules of the "transporting slaves" task of the thinking of truth, but the young mage's veteran personal behavior. .
For a mage like him who has no potential and is not good at business, every opportunity he strives to create for himself is worth taking seriously. It is very dangerous to be able to contact the "express" work of official-level mage and even master-level powerhouses. If you do it well, you can definitely get a lot of rewards.
After all...a bit of rubbish in the fingers of a master-level expert is enough for an apprentice-level apprentice to make a fortune!
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Putting a group of slaves into the underground cell of the Mage Tower, the two apprentices of the Mage took out a receipt and bowed respectfully to the punk:
"A total of fifty healthy young orc slaves have all been sent, Master Sai'an, please sign for it."
"Very well, now you can leave."
The punk standing in the shadows casually imprinted his soul mark on the parchment handed by the mage apprentice, and then he turned straight and left the hall.
The hope of the two little students who want to get something good is destined to be impossible here in punk, even if punk is in a very good mood today. Because punk never likes wasting time, and at the same time he is a very annoying noisy person, if you throw a jewel to these two apprentices...then they will definitely thank you very loudly. Thank you very much. It is very annoying!
The pace of time is always surprisingly fast. In the process of punk’s experiment that didn’t take long, a full six hundred years of time have passed cleanly. You know, even for the master-level powerhouse, six hundred years have passed. Years can be called quite a long time, and the apprentices of Truth Thinking have changed dozens of batches.
However, such a long time course does not matter to punk. After the confrontation between the Master’s Union and the Santarin Society quietly subsided more than four hundred years ago, the entire Gray Rain Country was once again restored without any waves. In the tranquility of the truth, there is only the news that "Master Kirkweilun has transplanted himself a magical creature bloodline and successfully extended his life for four hundred years" in the Division of Truth is worthy of punk's attention.
But it’s just a little bit of attention. The mage’s experimental research must be mindless. Once he enters the state of research, the trivial matters of the outside world are not necessary for punk to care about. During these six hundred years, he has completely put all of his He devoted himself to the improvement of spells, and now, his years of hard work finally saw hope of harvest.
That’s right, punk’s improved spells are about to be completed. Although it took a full six hundred years and consumed most of the wealth that punk had seized from Southend, punk was only one step away from success. , He is about to complete a perfect improved spell, an excellent spell that Ovak can't match because of that inferior work!
End of this Chapter
Time skips are a breath of fresh air with the overexplaining that is 90% of these chapters
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