The Primordial Wizard

"You have arranged it very well. The experience of managing the regional magic council in the past few years has made you mature a lot.

The focus of the next step is to continue to dig out the natural overclockers and slowly spread the bloodline warlocks. Don't worry about this, first investigate the reason for Misha's exposure this time.

I'll be here for a few more days and I'll be leaving next week. "

Ace intends to retaliate and let other apprentice warlocks know the strength of the Magic Council and have confidence in the Council, otherwise many incompetent people will be deterred by the punishment of the Punisher Organization.

At the same time, the face of revenge should not be too large, and it should not be too publicized, and the degree of it can only be grasped by oneself.

Just as Ace, Varen and others were discussing, the torture room of the correctional facility.

A basin of cold water was poured on Misha's bruised and bruised body. When she woke up from a coma, she saw her parents who were also bruised and bruised. Tears flowed from her eyes uncontrollably.

But she still didn't reveal the secret that she was a sorcerer's apprentice. Misha had already noticed that they didn't know that she was a sorcerer's apprentice at all.

"Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the Guardian God for persecuting Milne's heirs for no reason?"

Misha's father roared in grief and indignation.

"Anger? We punish you on behalf of the gods. We say you are a blasphemer, and you are a blasphemer! Your family has been incompetent for four generations. You are not descendants of gods at all, but believers of the devil. You are trying to steal the glory of descendants of gods."

The iron-faced punisher said with a grin.

Painful roars, a woman's sobs sounded, and the conch on Misha's chest shook feebly.

At the same time, the carriage had stopped, and in the mountainous area beside the road, Werther and his predecessor, Mr. Turtledove, had a fierce conflict for the first time.

"Mr. Turtledove, I am very grateful to you for leading me to the path of magic, but my fate must be chosen by myself."

Turtledove listened to Werther's words, with anger shining in his eyes.

"You are an apprentice wizard, not a demon hunter with only muscles in your head. You should know that if you go back by yourself, you will die, and you will drag down the entire organization. More people may be exposed because of your return. You are a betrayal! "

Werther lowered his head, knelt heavily on his knees, and kowtowed to Mr. Turtledove, tears streaming down his face.

"I know, I know. But I have to go. Misha is very timid. She will be afraid. Even if she dies, I will be with her. If there is an afterlife, I will repay you and the organization."

Mr. Turtledove looked at Werther's slowly leaving figure, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised and lowered the spell model in his hand, finally sighed, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, four wizard apprentices quietly approached the homes of Hull, Gower and others.

The three of them felt uneasy, and finally got together and ran to a nearby tavern to get drunk. Several wizard apprentices looked at each other and walked forward slowly.

Hull and the others were blinded,

Lost consciousness.

The wizard apprentices transformed the three of them into bricks and brought them to Chima's moving hall.

Mr. Chima's hall is a movable door frame, in which there are layers of delicate 0-ring space extension rune arrays, which is the secret base for wizard apprentices to move.

Today, it's a torture chamber.

It only took twenty minutes for the guard dog, who was proficient in illusion spells, to make the three of them tell the truth.

After another ten minutes, through the layers of magic books, Varen received the investigation results and hurriedly handed them over to Ace.

Ace glanced at the situation, and was a little dumbfounded. The exposure incident that made the entire Milne district branch highly tense turned out to be a false accusation incident caused by jealousy.

And the shameless disciplinary officers took the opportunity to make mistakes, treating Misha's family as blasphemers, and took the opportunity to complete their mission.

Werther was in a turbulent mood, and he ran all the way to the outskirts of Milne City. He was panting, night had fallen, and the gate of Milne City had been closed.

The descendants of the gods are patrolling in teams, and the defense here is heavily guarded.

"Don't force yourself in! Let's wait here. I will contact other wizard apprentices first to understand the specific situation in the city."

Witte took a look and blurted out: "Mr. Turtledove!"

With a gray cloth robe and an angry face, he was none other than the middle-level wizard apprentice Turtledove.

"Damn it, I really don't trust you to go alone."

Werther choked up, his lips trembled, and he lost his voice when he wanted to say something.

"Don't act like that little child, it looks disgusting."

Mr. Turtledove turned his head in disgust, and made a retching look.

It was the first time Werther saw Mr. Turtledove like this, the depression in his heart disappeared, and he held back his smile.

Mr. Turtledove took out his magic book, opened the last page, and communicated with his senior wizard apprentice through magic signals. About half an hour later, Turtledove said to Werther:

"I've figured out the reason of the matter. You and Misha's going out together has aroused the jealousy of a few noble boys. They planned to frame you. Who knew that the Punisher organization would be so unscrupulous and arrest Misha's whole family directly. .

Damn it, let you fall in love so ostentatiously! "

Mr. Turtledove became more and more angry, and couldn't help knocking Werther's head hard.

Werther was also a little depressed, but it was not his fault in the final analysis. He was just a young man, and it was normal for him to want to fall in love.

"Two hundred meters to the right of the west gate is the sewer outlet of Milne City. There is no one guarding it. Enter from there."

After Mr. Ikaru figured out how to enter, he said to Werther.

There was no moon tonight, and it was pitch black. Werther and Mr. Turtledove activated the secondary magic cover, and walked cautiously to the sewer drain.

Urine, excrement, kitchen waste and various garbage and waste water are mixed together, flowing out of the sewage outlet continuously. Mr. Turtledove endured the pungent stench and the nausea and discomfort of his body, and said to Werther:

"I regret coming back to help you now. Damn I should have let you go alone."

Werther endured the discomfort and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Turtledove."

While complaining, Mr. Turtledove restrained his magic power, squeezed his nose and got into the sewage. Werther followed suit and followed into the sewage.

They dare not open the magic crystal protection, because the fluctuation of magic power may attract the attention of the sentient gods.

After swimming in the sewage for an indeterminate amount of time, the two of them were already covered in dirt and stench, and finally reached the somewhat damp sewer.

They panted hard, and continued walking on the moss. Mr. Turtledove observed the surrounding environment, walked step by step, and finally nodded to Witt.

"This place should be out of the inspection range of the descendants of the gods. Hurry up and use the magic trick's cleaning spell. This sewage is disgusting me."

Mr. Turtledove said to Werther impatiently.

"But, I won't!"

Werther said to Turtledove in a dumbfounded manner.

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