White Tower Wizard

　　 "...Yes, it's been three days in a row..."

　　 "...I was taken away by a dog or a cat..."

　　 "...just tell me what to do..."

　　 Some words from Mrs. Gibson came vaguely from outside the porch. The tone was very strong, which surprised Hill very much. She was such a kind person just now, and she had such a side.

　　 Turning his head to look at Brett, who was also sitting on the sofa, eating muffins, Hill felt that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing.

　　 "By the way, don't you have good grades? Why do your parents still worry about you like this?" She found a topic and broke the silence.

Hearing Hill’s questioning, Brett was slightly discouraged, and quickly swallowed the last bite of the muffin, as if choking, and drank a big sip of black tea, then slowly said: "Probably, they are Think I’m not doing my job properly."

"... Since my grandfather's generation, my family has always been a famous herbalist family in the city of Fores, and after my father went to become a professor at the Fores School of Magic, he began to hope that I would inherit the family tradition and become a The mage in pharmacology, like him, enters the academy as a professor. My mother hopes that I can inherit the herbal beauty salon she opened. In short, she wants me to deal with herbal medicine..."

　　 Brett looked very depressed.

　　 "But I don't like herbs at all..."

　　 While talking, he looked at the direction of the door, and Mrs. Gibson had not finished the "communication" with the newspaper company.

　　 "Come with me, let you see the masterpiece of this genius!" A little cautious, but a proud smile appeared on his face in an instant, he quickly stood up and asked Hill to follow him.

"what……"

　　 Hill's hand holding the teacup stopped in the air. Although it was unknown, he still put down his things and followed up.

　　 Brett walked very quickly, all the way out from the back door of the house, which was a big garden. But the garden has been tossed in a mess. It doesn't have the lush scene of the front yard. Instead, it looks like a large workshop, with various wood materials, and even some large iron sheets, iron frames, and nails piled together in disorder.

　　 "Is your garden...renovating?" Hill looked at such a "construction site" and asked tentatively.

　　 "Renovation? Oh, my garden has always been taken care of by me."

　　 Brett kept walking, and while talking, he led Hill into a large flower room against the wall.

　　 "This is my genius's workshop, how about it? Shock it!"

　　 In the flower room, there is an operating table against the wall with many drawings and some books on it, and many repair tools are scattered on the wall and on the floor. And in the center is a strangely shaped "big thing", which is covered by a wide canvas.

　　 Brett slowly opened the canvas, and Hill finally saw its true meaning.

There is a stepped body on both sides of the rectangle, and a tunnel is dug into it, and the seat is placed in it. The tail is a vertical tail fin, which is made of some material. The two sides of the body are made of the same material. The broad wings like a bird have three wheels made of rubber at the bottom, which are connected to the frame as a support.

　　 "What's this? You don't want to build a goblin bomber in a whimsical way, right?"

　　 Hill looked at the rudimentary "Four Unsimilars" in front of him, and seemed to feel that the structure was very similar to the goblin bomber she had seen in the book before.

　　 "This is'Little White Pigeon' No. 4, one of the masterpieces of this genius! Haha, you can still see it. This is what I made based on the principle of the goblin bomber."

　　 Brett triumphantly patted the body of "Little White Pigeon No. 4", and made a clear sound of "bangs".

"The main structure is wood, but I wrapped a layer of iron skin, and the bottom is carved with 4 floating magic arrays. The back side is full of wind curse magic arrays, and the direction is controlled by the tail fin. I have tested it and it is in good condition. This is a tribute to a great man."

　　 Brett was very proud, walked to the workbench, and found a book from a pile of drawings.

　　 "A great man?" Hill asked suspiciously as he watched his movements.

　　 "Yeah? You should know Sir Oliver Maggie, right?" Brett took the book and showed the cover. Hill saw that the title of the book was "The King of Invention-The Biography of Sir Oliver Maggie".

　　 "Ah, of course, the king of the invention! Who doesn't know him." Hill felt contemptuous, feeling Brett underestimating her.

"Hehe, maybe you have only heard of the name, but you don't know that his invention has penetrated into all aspects of our lives. Since magic power has been widely used, our lives will become like this, basically because of him. The fluorite lamp, the telephone, the magic speed car that runs on the road, the bomber that flies in the sky, are all invented by him!"

　　 Brett was talking, showing the appearance of a little fan, with stars in his eyes.

　　 "Someone once praised that there is a world in his mind! Only then can he have so many whimsical ideas..."

　　 "Yes, yes, I know. Not only do I know this, I also know that he passed away 16 years ago..."

　　 Hill couldn't help interrupting Brett's speech, she couldn't bear the kind of high-level tone that seemed to spread her common sense.

　　 "Yes! Although Sir Maggie has passed away, the title of King of Inventions cannot just pass away. My goal of this genius is to become the next King of Inventions!"

　　 Hill looked at Brett with his chest straight, his head high, and an arrogant look, as if he had become an "inventor king", and he couldn't help but want to "pour a pot of cold water on him."

　　 "But your parents want you to inherit the family tradition..."

　　 This stabbing hit the pain point, and Brett immediately frustrated, like a **** that had lost a fight.

　　 "They... are just ordinary wizards, how can they understand the mind of such a genius as me... I have fought, and last week I personally drove the Little White Pigeon 4 to fly past them..."

　　 "Oh? What about the result of your struggle?"

　　 Hearing Hill’s questioning, Brett's face changed, he touched his **** with his hand impenetrably, then blushed and said:

　　 "Anyway, I won't give up. A long time ago, my father promised me that as long as I reached a condition, he would no longer care about me."

　　 Hill looked at Brett staring straight at him, as if very angry, wondering for a while, not knowing how to provoke him, and asked with doubts: "What...conditions?"

　　 "Exam! Up! Year! Grade! First! One!"

　　 Brett gritted his teeth and said word by word.

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　　 Relief mural, relief mural, or relief mural...

　　 Green took out his pocket watch from his arms. He didn't know how long the loop of this "endless corridor" was, but they had been walking for an hour, and the walls on both sides of the passage did not seem to have changed.

　　 passed several places with anomalous magical elements on the way, but they were all eliminated by Casper. They were not the connections of space.

　　 "Casper, you just said that you can't do magic, is it true? Then how can you be 88 years old... Also, what does the school demon hunter mean?"

　　Walking in such a repressive dark passage is a very test of psychological endurance. Green held the torch and looked at Casper in front of him, and asked the question he had hidden in his heart. It was also a diversion of his attention, so that the atmosphere was not so dignified.

Hearing the question, Casper glanced back at Green, and did not stop, but said with deep meaning: "Before answering your doubts, you must answer one of my questions truthfully. What did you do? Yes, can you use magic elements to perceive the surrounding creatures?"

　　 Green was also taken aback, and the topic returned to him. After a moment of silence, he decided to tell the truth, for the same reason, he was not sure to tell a very thorough lie. But it was a coincidence, because in fact he didn't know why, just talk about his own feelings.

"I don't know what the reason is, but my body seems to be able to absorb magic elements from the air, let them out and absorb them again. After receiving feedback, I can feel the surrounding creatures. But the distance is very short, probably you know too……"

"Oh……"

　　 Green has been waiting for Casper's response, but who knows that after he sighed, there is no more text, and he doesn't know what that means. When he was about to continue asking questions, Casper finally spoke again.

　　 "Well, it would be very troublesome to explain. You don't seem to be a person who is often exposed to magic. How can I tell you..."

　　 As if conceived in his mind for a while, Casper scratched his head, which organized the language.

"The profession of the demon hunter is very old, because the world is full of all kinds of monsters. When all the intelligent races grow and need protection, the demon hunter came into being. But when it comes to the formation of various systems The Demon Hunter school, probably after the fall of the Melville dynasty."

"At that time, the mainland has been fighting all the year round, and all kinds of monsters are overflowing. Whether it is humans, elves, or dwarves~www.novelmt.com~ common people of all races are living under the threat of monsters. Some powerful masters of demon hunters So he stood up and started teaching students with his own unique methods and rich knowledge and experience, and trained a brand-new demon hunter. The school probably began to pass on from that time."

　　 After speaking, they paused, because Vivian suddenly pointed to the wall of the left passage, and it seemed that they had found another place with an abnormal magic element.

　　 Casper stepped forward to observe carefully, fumbled for a moment on the wall, then shook his head slightly, and stepped forward and continued:

　　 "I am a wolf school demon hunter, in addition to the cat school, bear school, viper school, griffon school, dragon school..."

　　 "Are they all animals?" Green was slightly curious.

　　 "Hehe, yes. It sounds cute, right? But it's not what it sounds like..." Casper also smiled slightly.

　　 "Demon hunters are always at a disadvantage in the confrontation with monsters because of their weak physical fitness. So the later ones summed up a lesson. If you want to defeat monsters, you must learn to become a monster first."

"The reason why monsters are so powerful is that most of them use magic elements directly, simply, and rudely. They can absorb and use magic elements with their own bodies, but humans can't do it. So the demon hunters of various schools began to try By selecting different monsters, using the knowledge of making potions, extracting mutants, creating mutant potions, and injecting them into one's own body..."

　　 Green looked at Casper, who was stuck in the memory, and understood that it seemed that he had also gone through this sudden change process, presumably the process was uncomfortable.

　　 However, "controllable mutation", this biological science and technology tree is really high.