Blood of Mercury

What is your favorite witchcraft?

Maybe it's detecting monsters, or levitation -- or, in other words, there is no magic that is good at all.

It is better to say that he is just an ordinary formal-level wizard anyway, and it is normal that there is no proud witchcraft.

...that's right. He is neither a genius who knows everything like Mr. Roland, nor a wealthy life like the eldest lady of the Crowley family. I have never met a good teacher, nor a good friend.

Just as the son of a businessman, he usually goes out to play when he has nothing to do. When he is in the mood, he learns to read and settle accounts at home, waiting to inherit the family business in the future.

An Ruosi had maintained such an ordinary fate for twelve years.

This bland, ordinary and even undisturbed day was the time An Ruosi missed the most.

However, on the twelfth birthday of An Russi, he was discovered to have a remarkable talent for wizards.

He couldn't survive in Caral like this. In a land that fears and hates witchcraft for no reason, anyone other than a druid with the ability to cast spells will be attacked and slaughtered by the Kalar for no reason.

So, when he was twelve years old, he had to leave his hometown, leaving behind his old father with silver threads on his head and his mother whose sadness was tangled in his face, and entered the White Pagoda alone to study sorcery. .

Until now, he has joined a certain department of the White Tower nobles and got a good job in it.

——An Ruosi has been waiting for the day when he can change his fate.

At the moment, the wizard boy was being tied to a post by a thick hemp rope, and his hands were tied behind his back.

Yes, his identity has been discovered.

Captain Macon disappeared for no apparent reason before breakfast. Without the threat of the vicious man with a knife scar running through his face, those wanderers who were doing nothing in the hotel every day quickly turned their sinister gazes on An Ruosi.

Those civilians only saw him with white fingers and a cowardly tone, and wanted to knock out some money after kidnapping him. But reminded by one of them with a little more common sense, they soon discover that they appear to have kidnapped a wizard.

At first, these civilians were naturally frightened. But after they politely asked that An Ruosi was just a wizard apprentice, the courage of the mob immediately grew stronger, and at the same time, they were deeply ashamed of their previous cowardice.

This group of ignorant commoners could not understand the unity of the White Tower wizards, nor the meaning of a wizard apprentice who graduated with honors.

But they understand. At least now that wizard won't provoke terrible lightning or flames to kill himself--

So An Ruosi's mouth was stuffed with dirty and smelly rags by the mob, tied to a pillar and beaten at will.

His right wrist was broken with a thick wooden stick, and his knee was covered in blood and dirt. Although not handsome, but also attractive face is no longer as clean as before, full of traces of blue and purple. The large bloodstains were scratched as if scratched by animal claws.

Anyway, wizards and priests don't enjoy legal protection in Caral, they are directly targeting An Ruosi's vital points, and they don't care what will happen if people are killed.

An Ruosi still remembers a swinging punch that came from the right side of the face. After being hit, An Ruosi's mind went blank.

Two of his teeth were knocked out. Blood poured out of his mouth and nose.

At that time, An Ruosi did not cry out in pain. He didn't even care about his injury. Just focused on looking at the single-rimmed glasses that he was knocked to the ground.

"Please……"

He only had time to say a word vaguely, and a new round of beatings had arrived.

A crisp shattering sound came, and in the crowd of excited crowd, An Ruosi's glasses were unconsciously smashed by someone.

They didn't pay any attention to the shattering sound under their feet, nor the vague whispers that flashed through An Ruosi's mouth. Or for them, screaming in pain after being beaten is a normal response.

This group of commoners, who completely thought they were killing a demon, took courage to beat An Ruosi. They even went home and brought their own children, and every child who dared to take action against An Ruosi would be praised loudly by these rapists.

As a result, the world in front of An Ruosi was once again shrouded in fists and vicious words.

The unjustifiable beating continued for about forty minutes again.

The reason for the final stop is not that people are intolerable and compassionate, but that they are tired.

These mobs take it for granted that mercy is for human beings, for their own kind. How can one talk about pity for the devil?

- even if they don't know what the word "devil" means. At best, it can be interpreted as "a very bad, very bad witch".

Ever since they were little, their fathers and grandfathers would tell them before bedtime terrible stories of witches and wizards digging their hearts out to little children, and of the comforts of people when witches were burned to death and witches were hanged. As for the questions they raised when they were still young, these adults said in such a natural tone, "Pity for the devil is the greatest weakness and stupidity."

No need to understand, no need to doubt. They are told by their own adults that these things just need to be remembered.

And they naturally passed down the bedtime stories of the previous generation from generation to generation. Even though they don't know the origin of these stories or how real they are, they firmly let their children "believe and understand" these stories full of blood and hate, calling them proud "" The Cultural Heritage of the Caral People".

In An Ruosi's view. It's just a bunch of stupid beasts.

He couldn't understand the behavior of these people at all.

They are not for glory, nor for faith, their hatred is empty, their seemingly noble thoughts are nothing but the vomit of half-informed people who have stolen the thoughts of the truly noble.

That's why. An Russ could not understand the meaning of their actions. Therefore, he did not feel the humiliation of being abused and the damage to his self-esteem.

In An Ruosi's view, being beaten by this group of people is like being accidentally caught and bitten by a group of hyenas. Those pains that can only be caused by similar injuries did not appear in An Ruosi at all.

The group of people seemed to be tired and walked out of the warehouse one by one. But he didn't want to let go of An Ruosi.

It seems that either they plan to give An Ruosi a second "punishment" after a period of rest...

Or, they were going to have a holy trial. And then put An Ruosi to death.

"You just die, rascal!"

A dark-skinned elderly man with a hard-covered body and no shirt spit out a malicious mouthful of phlegm at An Ruosi before going out, but the thick phlegm did not resist gravity and did not fall on An Ruosi. , just landed on the shards of glasses that were not much more complete than the shards.

"Heh... Who the **** is the villain?"

An Ruosi murmured vaguely, looking up at the sky outside through the broken warehouse ceiling.

...I can't see clearly.

He lost his glasses and blood soaked his eyes again. An Ruosi's vision became blurred because of this.

Speaking of which, it seems that you have seen such a blurry scene at first?

Thinking of this, An Ruosi suddenly froze in place.

When is it?

"It's childhood."

He said softly, his tone affirmed.

It was in the year when he was eleven years old that An Ruosi saw an elegantly dressed man when he was going out to play.

The man wore golden glasses, black hair and black eyes, and was very tall, about 1.9 meters. It gives the impression of being a scholar-like gentleman.

Although it seemed that this person gave people a very comfortable feeling, An Ruosi immediately had a feeling at that time——

This person is a liar.

But after An Ruosi directly told him about this matter unceremoniously~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This liar who seemed very favorable did not get angry but laughed instead, not only did not hurt An Ruosi with anger, but also He gave him one of his glasses, and kindly taught An Ruosi an interesting little trick.

And it was because of that trick that An Ruosi realized that he had a spellcasting talent—

An Ruosi's heart moved, and the rope that tied him tightly untied instantly.

No physical restraint could hold him.

Whether it was a cord, shackles, or a mud block, he could open them as easily as a lock.

"Let's say, I've become a wizard," An Ruosi moved her wrist, and a dark golden metallic light flashed in her eyes. "A half-baked wizard is worse than an outstanding Jiangyang thief."

Poor god. In the beginning, An Ruosi wanted to be a thief. (To be continued.)

PS: We have an internship recently, so the update has been moved to the evening 233