Age of Adepts

The journey back to the Wizard Tower was smooth.

When Grimm dispersed the enormous wind element body of the lightning giant in a cryptic word, and just now it was a magical puppet of heaven and earth, it turned into seven crystal clear, radiant magic nuclei.

Without waiting for Grimm to put it away, Mary jumped up and grabbed them in her hand and flipped them over, looking like she loved her hand. After a while, I didn't think it was enough to express my love. Mary picked up the core of the main crystal and put it gently on her face, quietly feeling the slight paralysis of the slight lightning on her face.

Uh... seeing this scene, Grim had to fill his head with black lines.

Come on, these things look beautiful, they look pure, they look beautiful, but they're actually killer fighter puppets, okay? Mary has just seen its fierce and ferocious side and still falls in love with it, which... makes Grimm sad to walk on the Wizard's Road. Few guys are normal!

After enduring an infinite amount of vomiting in his heart, Grimm finally retrieved his number one demon puppet from Mary and threw a clump of blood crystals into the ball at her as well. It is certainly not a problem to remove the dirt from the bloodstream by manipulating it with the earth elements of the python. I just hope that Torrell's strength doesn't fall too hard after he's lost a lot of blood, otherwise he'll have one more dead enemy for nothing in the future.

After a great war, the lightning giant's crystal nuclei were fine, but the summoning crystal approval of the rock python puppet was severely damaged. The most immediate consequence of the death of a powerful blood quasi-woman with a high-powered python puppet is that when Grimm dispersed the body of the puppet, he discovered that the elements on the summoning nucleus were disordered, the magic atmosphere was volatile, and the appearance was already unusable.

Grimm spent half a day in detail, and when the chip was sure that there was no hope of repairing the nucleus, it had to be put away.

After finishing everything on the edge of the mountains, the two returned silently to the Wizard Tower. However, just as the two men were about to walk into the gates of the Wizard Tower, a pair of statues of ghosts squatting on either side of the gate suddenly moved their bodies.

As the squeaky limb friction echoed, the statue ghost on the left leaned down from the squatting stone platform and the hard spinning stone eyeballs stared at Grimm.

“Hey, little fella, Lord Angus the Enforcer asked you to come to his residence right away! ”

In short, it retracted its body and once again turned into a previous blast posture, motionless and silent.

Grim was suddenly stunned.

He was able to get in and out of here quite a few times during this time, each time seeing this pair of statues guarding the doorway. But he never thought they were puppet creatures, and... witchcraft.

Looks like this seemingly unprotected public witch tower isn't as fragile as you think it is!

So the journey ahead became a creepy and frightening journey. Wherever Grimm and Mary went, whether they were statues of dead things or shepherds hanging from oil paintings on both sides of the corridor, they were resurrected, repeating that sentence constantly.

“Find the Angus Wizard! ”

And in the face of these hints, it would be foolish if they didn't know they were being targeted by Angus Wizards. But that's what scares the two of them the most, because they have no idea what they're watching them for.

Thus, in a dull and repressive atmosphere, the two entered Angus' residence on the fifth floor of the Wizard's Tower.

The Angus Wizard picked them up in the lab.

There is no imaginary shadow, no imaginary blood flow, this official wizard's private lab is clean, bright, and a bit of a high-end lab charm and style. But in many bottle jars, Grimm senses a stark red light, and there's an intense smell of energy, whether it's a live, jumping little animal or a single magical organ.

And the Angus Wizard was obviously formulating a special kind of magic potion, filled with sulfide vials and reagents of various sizes on the table in front of him. As the two men arrived at the lab, Angus was gently shaking one of the sulphide tubes in his hand and from time to time lifting it up in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

The tube carries some azure mysterious potions, and each time Angus sways, the blue one fills with countless bubbles, which then illuminates into a wide variety of marine life forms. Sometimes it's a mermaid riding a hippocampus, sometimes it's a spiny whale with a tail spray, and sometimes it's a bunch of silver swordfish jumping after... Anyway, every time they shake, they change shape and look strange and mysterious.

For such a magical thing, Mary has traditionally lacked resistance, but could not be rude in the lab of an official wizard and could only question Grimm in the form of a mouth. Perhaps Mary is far beyond Grimm in rank, but she needs to talk about the reserve and living use of witchcraft. Grimm dumps her more than three blocks.

Deep Sea Mermaid Blood!

Grimm also replied in the same tone. Only those deep-sea mermaid's blood, located at the deepest depths of the endless sea, can have this particular hallucinogenic effect. Yes, the fantasies they just saw in their eyes were not real, they were just the illusion forces triggered by the slight oscillation of blue blood.

It took a long time for the Angus wizard to drop the tube in his hand and look back at the two.

“I have just been protested by the Walton clan chiefs to the effect that your indiscriminate actions have undermined the dignity of their family and have asked me to turn you over to them. Do you think I should take his advice? ”

Marie frowned and didn't know how to answer, staring at Grimm and showing him how to answer.

Grimm smiled slightly and bowed in courtesy: "Dear Lord Angus, as far as I know, the Walton clan chief is an ordinary man! As an ordinary person in a district, what is your capacity to issue commands? If they really needed me and Mary's life to make amends, the wizard behind them would surely speak for himself. ”

The Angus Wizard also narrowed his eyes and looked at the pair in amazement.

Vampire Puppet Master!

And a senior vampire intermediate puppet master!

But what surprises him is that in this combination, this low strength intermediate apprentice is still at the core!

Is it because of the superior puppeteer potential this kid has shown, or is there some other factor? How else would that senior vampire girl be willing to give up her voice?

You know, the apprentices who are able to embark on the path of wizards have never been virtuous, but are also arrogant and self-centered ambitious people in their hearts. It would be ridiculous to want them to be humble and kind to the weak.

So when any wizard needs to form a team with someone else, it's often with respect to the most powerful one, and all of Vichy's heads are watchful. This is more evident in apprenticeships, so Angus has shown great interest in the combination at hand.

“Kid, it doesn't work with just one mouth. You're messing with the Warden family's most promising advanced wizard, Torrell. I hear that because of your wild behavior, the guy will have to advance at least 3 years later! Pfft... Now the Whartons are going mad and are searching everywhere for you. I'm afraid when you get out of here, there will be plenty of people out there waiting to catch you and claim your reward!” Angus' witch's face had a grin of ill intentions.

Grim is tight, but more is helpless.

If the Wharton family is as powerful as Angus said, I'm afraid they'll be caught without a chance to enter the Wizard's Tower. Now that Angus has said that, the threat in the words is so strong, I'm afraid he's forcing them into the urn. Faced with the threat of an official wizard, what choice can their two little wizard apprentices make?

“Dear Lord Angus, Mary and I are just little sorcerer apprentices, and of course everything is at your disposal. I wonder what we can do for you? ”

Seeing Grimm so intelligent, the Angus Wizard smiled satisfactorily.

“Show me your puppet! ”

Grim's hands bowed without saying anything.

Angus' smile grew stronger when he squeezed several cores in turn with his fingers and weighed them.

“Looks like you built it yourself! ”

“Yes!”

“Give you three years. Can you advance to being a wizard?” The words of the Angus Wizard suddenly changed.

“Ah…” Grimm was surprised to be unable to speak, and even Mary next to him couldn't help but open her eyes.

“There's nothing to be surprised about! Because I can only hold your sanctuary for a maximum of three years, and once that Torrell grabs the advanced wizard, I have no reason to block his quest for revenge against you. As for the arrogance of their family, it doesn't affect me. After all, you beat him through a fair duel. If this is about the family, then they lose the face of the Wharton family. However..."

“Mary and I are willing to pay any price in exchange for your blessings, don't know what you have to say? ”

“Shh shh shh... talking to a smart little guy like you is a hassle saver. Noh, it's a witchcraft contract, you guys sign it! Don't worry, I don't see your strength. Once this pact is signed, you have also signed a pact with our Byron family, which I can use to protect you from revenge and harassment by the Whartons for three years. ”

“So what do I have to pay for it? ”

“You must be promoted to full wizard within 3 years, then take our place in the Byron family to compete in a competition that only puppeteers, puppeteers, and assemblers can compete in. ”