Ignoring Del Cora's hints, Satya returned to her dorm room in his disappointed gaze. Nothing was said all night.

The next day, Del Cola woke up his two companions in turn, and the three of them went to Mr. Reims's house, where they saw Richard as a matter of course.

Mr. Lance's home is also a separate building similar to a student dormitory, serving as a residence and as the principal's office. Hundreds of years ago, the day-to-day affairs of the Reims Academy were handled by a few vice-chancellors and an elected management council, and Mr. Reims only dealt with important matters. For the most part, Mr. Lance is very idle.

As Mr. Lance's only student in this era, and with no idea of falling in love and getting married, Richard has been living in Mr. Lance's house. However, this borrowing is just talking, as a holy order, or the vice president of the Academy of Magic, and occasionally have to undertake tasks assigned by Mr. Lance on a whim, Richard is also busy most of the time, and the time he can stay here is really not long.

At this level, the development of bodily functions has basically reached the limit, and sleeping has become more of a pleasure than a necessity. But Mr. Lance slept for eight hours a day, and although his mental strength was still watching the whole of Randmund while he slept, it always seemed unnecessary that his sleep was unnecessary, but Del Cora understood Mr. Lance's thoughts very well.

In life, there is always a sense of ritual.

They sat in the living room for more than ten minutes in front of Richard's stinky face, and then the three of them waited for Mr. Lance to wake up.

"Oh, come here so early. Lance sat down across from them, "Feeling bored?"

"A little, but this time we're here for something else. ”

Under normal circumstances, Del Cola is always in charge of diplomacy in a team of three. He touched his mercenary badge and said, "We saved a Kraken's Holy Order Mr. Mocarus Achias, and helped the log town resolve a crisis - this kind of task is at least a master task on the notice board of the Mercenary Guild, right?" ”

"Poof. ”

Before Mr. Lance could say anything, Richard, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh.

"Richard?" Lance asked, glancing at him.

"Ah, no, it's nothing," the corners of Richard's mouth turned up, "Last night Saltania asked me how I should give them a reward, and they wanted this......? Heh, you've helped us solve a big problem. ”

This last sentence was addressed to Del Kora.

"Uncle Saltania is also coming to Randmont?" Del Cola keenly noticed the name, but he immediately retorted to himself, "No...... He came with us as our protector?"

"It's not stupid. Richard crossed his arms, "Do you really want to open this certificate? Tell you in advance, if this certificate is issued, you won't get a reward." ”

“......”

Del Kora discussed in a low voice with Assas and Satya, then nodded firmly.

"Yes, so be it. ”

"In this way, the existence of the mercenary system still makes sense. Mr. Lance did not object, but tore a piece of paper and began to write, while Del Cola took out his skeleton assembler.

The intertwined energy of death and life instantly attracted Richard's attention. He took two steps forward and snatched the staff, looked at it carefully for a long time, and suddenly his face changed, and he scolded angrily: "Damn, the Ancestral Branch, the Dusk Gem! The two artifact-level materials were made into a low-level wand! This carver should be burned alive by the Flame Explosion Technique—wait,"

He suddenly looked at Del Cola suspiciously, a dangerous light in the corner of his eye.

"Sfiodor, you're not going to tell me that this thing is the handiwork of you, the 'Great Magician', are you?"

"Uh......" Del Cora broke out in a cold sweat.

“......”

Richard didn't speak, but in the palm of his other open hand, the brilliance of the Flame Explosion Technique had begun to flicker.

"It's an accident! It's an accident!" Delcora rolled over and jumped out of the couch, running away with her head in her hands, shouting as she ran, "This is the Ancestral Branch! It is a material that can heal itself!

“...... Waste of materials, go to death. ”

Richard didn't pay any attention to what he said, and the ultra-small fireball in his hand was already thrown.

"Help, whoa—"

Fireburst Fireball and the Wizard engage in a chase.

Under Richard's deliberate manipulation, the fireball fell behind Del Cora's position, and the scorching flames were only a dozen centimeters away from his hair, so the little magician began a long run around Mr. Reims's spacious living room—

Assas silently flipped through the book, and Satya trimmed her nails with a dagger.

Both deliberately ignored a magician calling for help.

"Ahh

Finally, Del Cora, who had been running for an unknown amount of time, suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, and the fireball flew past his hair, and the top of his head immediately burst into flames.

"Whoa, whoa—"

Delkora scrambled to extinguish the fire, but his short black hair had turned into a large patch of dry weeds. Richard's Holy Magister's perfect control kept the flames from harming Del Cora in the slightest, but the scene in front of him ......

Del Cora held the small mirror and wanted to cry without tears.

Assas and Satya couldn't help but look away, and forced the smile in their stomachs, but the corners of their mouths kept upturning.

“...... Well, that's it. Lance simply ignored the playfulness of a group of children – Richard, forty-five, and Del Cola, fourteen, both of whom of course seemed to be just children. Moreover, compared to the average life span of two hundred years for the Terran Holy Order, forty-five-year-old Richard was indeed just a genius boy.

"Take this, and this badge. With this badge, you will be able to meet the president of the Mercenary Guild. He'll take care of it for you. ”

A scroll of paper and a badge were taken by Assas.

"......" Delcora sat back on the couch with a sad face, a head full of black weeds and the strange smell of burning. Arthas and Satya subconsciously moved to the side. Then Del Cora wanted to cry even more.

"I just want Mr. Lance to fix it for me!" Delcora muttered, "I was going to reforge it......"

"Richard, show me it. ”

Lance took the bone assembler and closed his eyes and explored the inside and out, frowning slightly, but then stretched out.

"Since your father has allowed you access to this line of necromancy, then I respect his decision. Lance put the bone assembler back on the table, "But I can't help you reforge this weapon." ”

"Why?" Delcora scratched her head, grabbing a large handful of hair.

"Do you know that the protocol to block forbidden knowledge back then was the first one I initiated. Mr. Lance shook his head, "You have the right to read this forbidden knowledge because you are Sfiodor. ”

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But you're right, only the Ancestral Branch can withstand the erosion of death energy, and this staff still has great potential for growth—but you have to craft it yourself." Also, don't carve that Dusk Gem until you become a Magister. ”

“...... All right. Delkora shrugged, put away her staff, and pulled out a pointed mage hat from the spatial ring and put it over her head, covering her hair. The trio left Reims' room after saying goodbye in turn.

The door was gently closed by Assas, who was the last to go out. Richard looked at the closed door, undoubtedly rubbing a Kara card in his hand, and was silent for a long time.

"Say whatever you want. Lance spoke.

"I remember you saying that that kind of magic is your least favorite, and you said that it goes against the cycle of life. Richard's voice was flat, "And as far as I know, no one in the past has ever tried to master that kind of magic, even in the past generations. ”

"You're asking why I didn't stop him, but showed him the way. ”

Richard didn't answer.

In fact, there is no good or bad knowledge itself, and the so-called taboo is just a definition imposed by our intelligent life. Lance narrowed his eyes slightly, and countless criss-crossing and colorful lines appeared in his field of vision, "You are a holy order, you can also look directly at the law, have you ever felt that the law itself is a difference between taboo and not?"

"Nope. The law is absolutely objective and fair, and it is open to every Holy Order, but we cannot fully comprehend it. Richard took a deep breath, "You are the only one who understands all the laws except the gods, but you have never disclosed what you know. ”

"There is no good or bad knowledge, but intelligent life does. Lance sighed, "Knowledge can bring progress or destruction, and discoveries that do not belong to this era will also bring disasters that this era cannot resist." Knowledge is taboo only because our civilization is too backward for us to withstand the shocks that may come, but to mothball. ”

"But I can't understand what you're doing today. Richard's expression was serious, "I can understand that you are ready to announce this series of magic?"

"No, it's not. Lance shook his head, "My permission is only because he's Sfiodor." ”

"Because of God-given noble character?" said Richard, who seemed dissatisfied with the answer, raised his voice slightly.

"No, because of a curse from God. ”

Lance looked down at his hand.

"If a God-given body does not even have desires, how can there be a distinction between good and evil? ”