Abe the Wizard

“Every time you say fat sheep, the last time you said fat sheep, you had 20,000 gold coins on you, and you didn't even spend enough money on my battle materials!” There was a heavy voice across the street from the comms board.

“Teacher, this promise is really fat sheep, I clearly saw the balance of 310,000 gold coins on his magic card.” The middle-aged apprentice wizard said excitedly.

“Know what it is?” The wizard across the street doesn't seem too excited about the 310,000 gold coins, just asking for details.

“There is a maximum of one or two levels of apprenticeship for witches in the senses and no witch badge is worn, presumably not yet certified by the Wizards Guild.” The middle-aged apprentice witch introduced.

“Okay, well, you go lure him to me, and this time I'll give you some more gold coins.” There is some joy in the wizard's voice across the street.

Abel watched unconsciously across the pavement and grew his shallow witch knowledge.

“Little brother!” A familiar and loyal voice came from behind, and Abel looked back, turning to the middle-aged wizard who had just sold the crystal cord to him, and wondered, “What is it? ”

The middle-aged apprentice wizard said: "When you just traded, you didn't cover the amount of the magic gold card, which is a very dangerous practice, and you should be very careful in the future. ”

“Oh, thank you so much!” At this time, Abel remembered that the amount on the magic gold card was really a bit large. It was easy to get bad thoughts in his hands. This middle-aged apprentice witch specifically reminded himself that it was also a good idea.

The middle-aged apprentice witch was somewhat embarrassed to say, "I just saw the balance of your magic gold card, and I think there's something special on my friend's side that wants to do it, the electric core. Do you want it? My friend has some electric cores, and if you're interested, I can take you there, and he's got a nonattributed core. ”

Abel didn't hear much reaction from the electric core, because he can't even make script cards now, he just bought the materials for later practice, but then he heard whether there was an attribute core that had to move, no attribute core was usually traded between official wizards, that was only available on the second floor of this exchange, and official wizards traded every 100 days, so it was really a little difficult to get an attribute free core, but now he has the opportunity to get an attribute free core, maybe go check it out.

Abel is not worried about his safety, because this is the city of Karal, and any slightly larger magic fluctuations will draw the attention of the wizards who are guarding here, and if there is a battle and even the official wizards who are guarding cannot deal with it, then at least four intermediate wizards will be sent here at the same time to solve the problem.

“Well, I'm interested in the no-attribute nucleus, so let's go check it out.” Abel smiled.

“Little brother, you come with me.” The middle-aged apprentice witch saw Abel agreeing to lead the way to the edge of the exchange.

Abel found that the further they went, though still on the exchange, there was no one left to doubt and slowed down their steps.

“Little brother, you see that pavement up ahead? Right there, we're here.” The middle-aged apprentice witch saw Abel slowing down and pointing at the pavement not far ahead.

At first glance, Aberdeen did put some merchandise on the pavement in front of him, but nobody was walking around here, and somehow it was here.

“Little brother, please.” The middle-aged apprentice witch gradually slowly lowered his footsteps and moved Abel forward, finding that Abel had arrived at his destination without much concern, going up close to the pavement where the goods were placed.

There are plenty of crystal cores on the paved shelves, and Abel has found plenty of fire, poison and ice cores just as soon as his eyes swept away, and several cores of electric cores have been seen.

Walking, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and Abel found himself in an open space, surrounded by huge trees, and the middle-aged apprentice witch behind him was gone.

“It's broken, it's a hoax.” Abel's heart startled, some self-denounced, and said implicitly.

Belloc is a junior wizard, usually the owner of a seven-story magic tower in the Principality of Keene, and sometimes he does unsightly dirty things, yes, he is a black wizard.

The offerings of the Principality of Keene, though numerous, are far from sufficient to cover Belloc's expenses. Without a special inheritance, he will not make scripts, nor formulate drugs. Only from time to time will he go to hunt the spiritual beast to earn some income. But the hunting of the spiritual beast cannot go from time to time. Each time he must accompany several wizards in order to hunt, the magic tower consumed during the week, his own training consumed, and the consumption of his disciples always makes him sad for gold coins.

In vain circumstances, he found another way to become a black wizard by assassinating a small, homeless apprentice wizard.

For official wizards, Belloc did not dare to attack. It was not easy to kill an official wizard. Every official wizard had his own means of defense. Attacking an official wizard was too dangerous, and attacking a trainee wizard was a catch for him.

After spending a lot of money on an isolation method, Belloc started attacking the way trainee wizards earned money. He calculated the trading time of all the nearby exchanges for tens of thousands of miles, using his disciples as bait to attract the good trainee wizards into the isolation method, so that they could effectively escape the attention of the watchman.

Belloc has the least to do in the city of Karal, because of its uniqueness, in case it is found difficult to escape, this is the heart of the Four Kingdoms, all the transmission arrays around for thousands of miles are controlled by the Four Kingdoms Wizards, and as soon as he shows a glimmer of horse and foot, there will be several intermediate wizards, and if he has enough bad luck, maybe more.

This time he came to the Karal City Exchange all morning without harvest. He heard the disciple report the apprentice witch with more than 300,000 gold coins. Although there are not many gold coins, he is definitely a small apprentice witch. After seeing that the second apprentice witch, only 13 years old, was tricked into the formation method, Belloc had to let go. The official witch would never mistake the age and rank of a apprentice witch lower than his rank.

After confirming that this young second-degree apprentice wizard was not a trap and bait, Belloc stepped out of hiding and stood before Abel.

“Young Trainee Wizard, I am a Level 7 Black Wizard, please transfer all gold coins from your Magic Gold Card to my Magic Gold Card.” Belloc doesn't care about a trainee wizard, and a trainee wizard just in the second level can't hurt him even if he learns magic.

“You, you, you're not gonna get my magic gold card.” Abel is nervous, but he is young, but he already has a lot of combat experience. Knowing that he must first paralyze each other, he must not let the junior wizard up to the seventh level across the street have any chance to make a move.

Abel looked at the other wizard and seemed completely indifferent to himself. Imagine, who would have thought of a second-degree apprenticeship wizard just thirteen years old who would also be an intermediate knight with more strength than a senior knight?

“I don't want to say it again!” Belloc's voice revealed a sense of oppression.

“Me, I'll spell it.” Abel pretended to be scared and used his fingers to paint a 'flare' pattern in the air. Unfortunately, it seems that due to tension, the 'flare’ pattern went wrong at the beginning, and several successive attempts quickly failed.

Belloc looked with interest at the young apprentice wizard in front of him and taught him a lesson: "How did your teacher teach you? Even the most basic spell like 'firebomb’ can go wrong. ”

“My teacher is amazing. He's an intermediate magician.” Abel said, reversing the identity card between his waists, revealing the giant tree in front of him.

Belloc's eyes were tight, and he recognized that it was the identity card of a malton wizard, and that he couldn't handle it, but only this young trainee wizard, if he kept things to himself, wouldn't know.

“Little thing, don't scare me with your teacher, turn the gold coin of the magic card over quickly, or I'll make you worse off than dead.” In an instant, the Belloc Wizard had lost the steadiness he had just enjoyed, and the Morton Wizard's name still put a lot of pressure on him.