The Wizard World

Angelet closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a while. ／oo

In the cabin, the breathing of the two people was mixed with the sound of the waves outside the cabin, making the environment even more silent.

Violet looked at Angelet nervously and apprehensively, with her hands hanging by her sides, not knowing how to put them down.

"How is Yuri now? When you disembarked with him, did he go to White Fang Castle?" Angelet asked suddenly.

"Yes, I have no contact with him." Violet quickly replied, "But later I heard that he joined a group of apprentices who were stationed in the border. I don't know what's going on now."

Angelet nodded and opened his eyes, which were extremely peaceful.

"I'm sorry for your request, but I can't accept it." He replied lightly.

A trace of despair flashed across Violet's eyes suddenly, and her originally rosy face suddenly turned pale.

Don't think about it again? "Her voice trembled, and even her body trembled slightly.

"I'm sorry." Angelet looked calm. "Realistically speaking, your aptitude is too poor. If I were to be my attendant, I would need to train you with all my strength according to the obligation of exchange. But with a first-level aptitude, if I want to train you to advance, I need to pay too much." Too much, enough to delay my own progress. So sorry."

Following Angelet's explanation, Violet's face became paler and paler.

"Aren't you interested in me? I can cooperate with you! Anything is fine! Really!!" There were tears in her eyes, and her tone became pleading. "This is the last hope, my family and my father" she began to speak incoherently.

Angelet looked at her quietly, waiting for her to calm down.

After a while, her mood gradually stabilized.

"I remember that your father used to be an official wizard? Based on this calculation, you should also be of the second generation of wizard blood. How can you only have a first-level aptitude?" Angelet frowned slightly and asked again.

"I don't know either." Violet shook her head.

Angelet suddenly thought of something.

"What's the relationship between your mother and your father?" he continued.

"It's my father's older sister." Violet replied in a low voice.

Sure enough, close relatives married and had children. Angelet understood.

This is a common phenomenon in wizarding families. In order to pursue the purity of the bloodline, and to increase the probability of the next generation's wizard qualifications.

Most wizarding families will choose to marry and have children with their blood relatives in order to purify their wizarding qualifications. Such consequences are. A small number of descendants are indeed well-qualified and become a source of newcomers to the wizarding world. As for the other part, it can be said that the vast majority have only very poor qualifications, and some are even deformed at all, and even normal people can't do it.

But in order to continue the family for the next generation, this tradition has not been changed. Many wizarding families are either married to each other or combined within the family.

look. Violet is a product of this system. And her father. It is probably very unfortunate that there is no luck. Among the children born, she is the only one with qualifications. This made her shoulder such a heavy burden at such a young age.

"What about your father?" Angelet asked.

A look of numbness suddenly appeared on Violet's face.

"died"

Angelet stopped asking. It is conceivable that there must be another family's sad history of blood and tears. He didn't want to get too involved in such complicated affairs.

"Well, even though it's impossible for me to accept you. After all, we used to be companions. I also have a bottle of calming potion here, which can improve mental strength." Angelet took out a small glass tube as thick as an index finger from his waist pocket, Inside is a pale yellow cloudy potion like broth.

This is a tube of calming potion that he tried to concoct recently. It is a regular prescription, not a substitute that he found, and the medicine is 100% complete. Although it cost a bit more, but now he has enough magic stones, so he doesn't worry too much, and he will make a genuine product first. In order to compare with your future alternatives.

The potion was placed on the mahogany tabletop. Under the light of the oil lamp, it reflects a very ordinary luster.

But Violet stared at the tube of potion closely, with intense eagerness burning in her eyes again. As if looking at the most beautiful thing in the world.

Suddenly, she gently grasped the edge of the short skirt with both hands, and slowly lifted it up. The action is shy and seductive.

"Take it, you can go out." Angelet frowned and said lightly. "I don't need yours as payment."

Violet froze for a moment, then lowered her head. After standing there for a while in silence, she came over to pick up the potion on the table.

"Thank you for your generosity, then I will take my leave," she whispered.

Greg nodded and picked up the quill again.

Violet turned around and picked up the cloak on the ground. Open the door and walk out quietly.

As the door slowly closed, uncontrollable crying came from outside the door. With the rapid footsteps. The crying gradually moved away and gradually disappeared.

Angelet shook his head.

"There is too much helplessness in this world." He sighed and refocused on the parchment in front of him.

On the vast blue sea. A large ship with white stripes on a blue background was sailing alone on the ocean, its three white sails were bulging by the wind and trembling slightly.

On the sea, the ship is like a speck of white sesame on a pure blue curtain, swaying in the wind and waves, appearing extremely bumpy and conspicuous.

On the side of the ship, seven or eight figures were holding onto the edge of the ship, standing on the deck and looking out.

The sailors walked around them, constantly busy, responsible for stabilizing the hull, adjusting the sails and course.

Angelet was dressed in a black robe and stood quietly on the side of the ship. The white-robed wizard Temora was also standing beside him, and the two had just finished a debate about the interference reactions produced by the interaction of force fields.

"By the way, I might need your help with a little matter." Angelet said.

"What trivial matter? Is it the girl who sneaked into your cabin a few nights ago? Oh no, it should be a woman now." Temora winked at him and smiled ambiguously.

"I didn't touch her, but she used to be a companion I knew, so if there is any problem with her family in the Andean League, I would like to ask you to help me solve it." Angelet looked calm.

"Okay, you are really boring." Temora shrugged, "For the strong, we can dominate the height of mortals, so you don't need to restrain yourself. If it were me, that girl would come to your door Come on, can't you play casually during this voyage? There are many tricks I haven't played before, hehe."

"It's just that I don't want to get too addicted." Angelet replied lightly.

"What's the matter? We are wizards, and we are in the high-end class of the world. For example, I have an aunt who is only thirty-nine now and has already accepted the fifteenth male favorite. As long as it does not destroy the wizarding world According to the big rules, mortals are just weak ants." Temora's tone clearly reflected the wizards of the Dark Witchland's superior attitude towards the mortal world.

"Maybe it's the difference in living habits." Angelet smiled slightly and didn't argue with him. This was a matter of fundamental outlook on life and values.

"Okay, I promise you, I will talk to some friends when I arrive in the Andes." Temora nodded helplessly, and raised her hand to look at a black crystal watch on her wrist, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's time for my meditation , go back first."

Greg nodded.

Temora turned and left quickly. Angelet was left standing alone on the side of the boat, quietly watching the sea outside.

These days, he also vaguely heard some rumors about him and Violet from the mouths of sailor apprentices, saying that Violet was already his confinement and would go to his cabin every night.

He didn't bother to explain, such rumors could just as well protect Violet, a woman who was officially a wizard. Even if it was just a momentary interest, no one dared to offend her rashly. After all, the tempers of wizards are all kinds of strange, and the way of killing people is even more strange and inexplicable. Anyway, this kind of rumor has no effect on him.

After a while, the hull gradually stabilized, and the wind and waves became much smaller.

The sailors also began to pack their fishing nets, preparing to bring some seafood to eat.

"One, two, three!! Up!!"

"One, two, three!! Up!!"

"Come on!!"

"Tom! Hurry up with your hand!!"

"Hi! It's Yiwang again!! Haha!"

A muscular sailor cheered loudly and began to put away the net in his hand, and several other idle sailors laughed and went up to help.

With a clatter, a net of live fish and shrimps was immediately thrown onto the deck. The seawater wetted a large area of ​​the deck, and then flowed out along the drain, leaving large gray water stains on the wooden boards.

Silver fish, white and translucent shrimp, sea urchins, and a red meat ball-like creature.

Angelet walked over and squatted down, pointing to a red meat ball in the net.

"What's this?"

"Ball fish, this is red ball fish, my lord." A sailor hurried over and replied respectfully. "It can be used to make minced meat soup, and it tastes better if you put some eggplant in it," he added.

The rest of the sailors who were collecting the net also quickly stopped what they were doing, bowed down and saluted, with expressions of restraint and awe on their faces.

"Red ball fish?" Angelet had never heard of such a thing.

He stretched out his finger and poked the fist-sized ball of red meat.

The surface of the meat ball is like a leather ball, cold and a bit tough, but more like a soft ball that has not been inflated. The appearance is dark red, and there are layers of fine wrinkles.

In the middle of the meatball, there are no eyes, nose or ears, just a big mouth with thick lips like two red sausages stuck together.

"My lord, please be careful, this kind of ball will spit water and sand." A sailor reminded.

Angelet nodded, and stretched out his hand to press the mouth of the meat ball. The thing was suddenly flattened, and a mouthful of water was sprayed towards Angelet. to be continued