Age of Adepts

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A bed, a simple yellow writing desk, with a few cluttered stacks of books, one already spread out, with strange and mysterious lines. An old backrest chair whose lacquer is almost exhausted reveals the dark color of the wood.

A slip of glassware was placed on the wooden shelf on one side of the room, where you can see some of the xenobotropic and monster specific organs that grow to half.

A wooden case of iron leather was placed against the corner of the wall, alongside a trash can for discarding waste.

Other than that, there is virtually nothing else to furnish.

Alan and Fenrir had a despicable look in their eyes.

Even though they are apprentices of witchcraft, the two of them are hundreds of times stronger than the Grimm in front of them. Not only are the bedrooms furnished with comfortable, soft queen beds, but the entire room is decorated in no way less luxurious than those of human aristocracy. This “kennel” in front of you is comparable!

Perhaps to show his authority, the two Wizard Apprentices quickly walked into the room and searched.

The mattress on the wooden bed was lifted to the ground, and the books on the table were turned upside down, and the ink bottles dumped splashed the beach over the splashed books. The iron wooden box was also opened and some of the clothes were thrown out.

Watching as the two dogs cut off their homes, Apprentice Anxo still stood face-to-face in the doorway, with no intention of drinking at all.

Grimm stood by the door, her hands tight and loose in her sleeve, loose and tight, and her eyes were already filled with cold and hatred.

Finally, the search for the room is over!

Grimm coldly closed the wooden door in the provocative gaze of two proud men.

Graeme finally couldn't bear to whisper a moment in the messy clothes room before walking to the overturned crate.

Python Vine Grass, Mouse Grass, Black Lotus Flower, Wild Steel Flower, Cemetery Moss...

I risked my life on so many patrols that all the sorcery materials I had searched so hard in the magic marshes had disappeared. You don't have to think about it, and you know it must have been the two of them who took the sheep while searching.

Though there were hearts rushing out and each other's theories, Grim's heart was cold when he thought of Anxona's shady face, without half a filament of temperature.

The other party used the pretext of investigating the cause of Millet's death to come out and scratch the resources of ordinary apprentices. No one dares to confront the apprentice, Anxor, depending on his status. And, of course, these assholes would never be stupid enough to mess with those powerful people, and they would only dare to target a small, lonely figure like Grimm.

Soon, the wooden door next door was knocked out by them.

Mary's "encounter”, several of them, of course, are well aware of it. She never showed up, and on this occasion, Padawan Anxo also wanted to explore her death.

However, just as Alan impatiently slapped on the wooden door and tried to break it in, he squeaked and the wooden door actually opened inward.

A young girl wearing a red veil skirt appeared in front of the crowd.

“So it's Senior Anxor! The last time you helped someone arrange a task, they haven't thanked you yet!” The young girl's soft voice mesmerizes the bones, but it still doesn't match her appearance.

This is a young girl with long limbs and irregular beauty, with flawless skin like white jade, a delicate and perfect face, and always a smile on her tiny red lips. And most notably, her sparkling red eyes, set like two of the clearest, purest rubies on a delicate face, are extraordinarily glamorous.

As for her, she was dressed in a bright red veil dress that revealed her perfect figure, and a large, whitened, dizzy patch of skin appeared outside.

In this shady, dusty swamp tower, most wizard apprentices are uniformly dressed in grey apprenticeship robes and black robes, so the dark tone becomes the main melody here. Today I saw such a beautiful and brilliant young girl, several people had to stare, period Ai did not know what to say.

And since the appearance of this beautiful young lady, an unspeakable fire has been pouring from the bottom of their hearts, burning them thirsty and impatient.

Anxo is a master apprentice specially chosen by the Master of Wizards, far stronger than the other two in terms of mental self-restraint. When Alan and Fenrir couldn't help but reveal the face of the pig, a look of spirituality, Anxo broke out of a pink illusion.

“Who are you? Hurry up and fill in your name, otherwise..." Anxo's face changed sharply and took two steps backwards, pressing his hands against his waistbag.

Big a wizard tower, seriously, every wizard apprentice in there is already familiar with each other. After all, this group adds up to only 40 or 50 people, and living together over the years is difficult to get acquainted with.

Even a guy as isolated and cold as Grimm has one or two "friends” who can speak up, not to mention apprentices like Anxor who deal with different apprentices on a daily basis and complete their assignments.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the wizard apprentices on floors 1—3 of this wizard tower, Anxor's eyes closed, can carry out their basic situation like a few Janes. But... no matter how he searches his memories, he can't find a wizard apprentice inside that can match the girl in red in front of him.

Wait... she came out of Mary's room.

And for Mary from a remote town county, the biggest impression on Anxo was stubbornness and perseverance. But in monotheistic terms, Mary, from an aristocratic family, is a rare beauty among witch apprentices.

It's only a pity that she was too unconscious to ignore Anchor's invitations to his room several times at night. So at a time when the Anderson Wizard was in desperate need of an apprenticeship, Anxo recommended her enthusiastically.

Is it...

Anxo's thoughts suddenly turned, the cowardly weakness in his mind, the slightly freckled little beauty on both sides of his nose and the tense red girl gradually coincided, finally opening his mouth, almost shouting out.

“You... you are Mary! ”

Perhaps it was Mary who accidentally stabbed the girl in red before her delicate, beautiful face suddenly twisted and a cherry mouth suddenly split from her lips to a horrible bloody mouth. The girl in red slammed on the neck and bit her hard on the neck exposed by Anxo.

Just one bite and half of Anxo's neck disappeared, revealing the scarlet flesh and broken trachea inside. Splashing blood springs like water stained the ground, walls and the body of the girl in red. The bloody smell of sniffles instantly permeated the entire corridor.

Anxo's entire body crashed against a cold, hard wall, shivering with a twitch that he couldn't help but sit on the floor. His hands, on the other hand, pulled a scorpion-shaped witch out of his lumbar sac, shooting a sharp, flaming ray of heat from it that ran straight through the heart of the girl in red.

This scorching ray is a powerful fire witchcraft in which extremely hot temperatures and heat instantly burn an egg-sized through wound on the delicate body of a young girl. Burning rays penetrate through, even through a hole in the corridor wall behind the girl.

After completing this witchcraft attack, Anxo threw the witchcraft away at will, shaking his hands and pulling a fist-sized green liquid vial out of his waistbag again, breaking the bottle cap, and shivering to pour it on the huge wound on the neck.

Anxo's vitality was quite tenacious, and even in such horrific circumstances he did not die instantly. Instead, it bites half of the neck and suddenly shows signs of decay. The exposed skin flesh is dehydrated more rapidly, and the blood springs that were spraying rapidly just now are starting to subside.

Partial corpse.

That's probably the card he's hiding!

After studying some biotectonics, anatomy, and necromancy, a wizard apprentice can use witchcraft to transplant something called a zombie bag into his body. Once you have suffered an excessive amount of injuries, you can urge the rotting bag to zoom your body to avoid the traumatization that leads to death.

However, using this method to save lives can only provide temporary relief. Once lives are saved, how to remove the intense negative energy that erupts in the body becomes a new problem.

However, in the face of life and death choices, most apprentices are willing to save their lives first. As for negative energy, headaches can be removed after being rescued.

The next second, however, a huge shadow cast on him.

Anxo held the broken neck in his hand, held the vial in his hand and suddenly raised his head, just as he saw the girl in red with her big fangs again. And on her body, that through-blood hole was leaching out with sticky purple blood.

Purple Blood?

Is she still human?

This quickly became the last thought in the mind of Anxo.

Once again, the girl in red jumped rapidly, lying on top of Anxo's body, madly sucking the blood water from her neck. The mumbling swallowing sounds are clear and smelly.

The two wizard apprentices, who had been abandoned without time to deal with them, had already stored in their hands the rudimentary witchcraft stored in them, but in the face of such a bloody horrible scene, they had long shaken into a bunch, dying and afraid to activate the witchcraft in their hands.

Even a wizard as powerful as Apprentice Anxor can't really hurt this red monster, and the witchcraft in their hands is even more unlikely to kill each other. If you don't know how to provoke each other, maybe the monster in red will fall on them at the next moment, eat their flesh, drink their blood, chew their bones...

The girl in red had stopped sucking just as they were shaking against the wall. She sat half up and turned her back to the two apprentices, pulling out a white handkerchief and a round mirror from her arms and gently wiping her lips, looking satisfied.

And that horrible blood hole in her chest healed rapidly under the influence of a magical force. In the blink of an eye, it's as clean as it was in the beginning, and once again it turns into a soft, white skin like snow, and even a small scar is hard to find.

What a terrible ability to suck and regenerate blood! Is... is she the rumored horrible dark nobleman - the vampire?

Through the tiny doorstep, Grimm sees everything that just happened. He had no idea how the neighbor next door, contaminated by witchcraft, had changed from a young girl to a vampire.

However, he was heartily pleased with the unexpected death of Apprentice Ankso.

At this point in the struggle, there was even the death of the apprentice. Even if the Tall Tower Wizard is more dull, it should feel something!

Grimm, who watched the wall through a wooden door, couldn't help but wonder what the end of the day would be!