As a large number of old profiteers who are well versed in the world, Professor Wang Del's persuasion ability (flickering ability) is still worthy of recognition, after the young man's simple explanation in a few words, coupled with the melancholy look on Ai Minnuo's face that cannot be hidden, Professor Goatee immediately understood what was going on.

After a little deliberation, he opened the chatterbox and became out of control, and in a way that the endless river was rolling eastward, and the river was rolling back and forth, he took the trouble to instill into the little vampire those incomprehensible magical knowledge involving the soul level, as well as all kinds of hearsay gossip.

Sure enough, I heard that Ai Minnuo was in a fog for a while, and even her depressed mood was diluted.

In addition, Wang Del skillfully interspersed several advertisements with his rambling teachings, selling her a wave of his new wands, supposedly inspired by Maureen.

I don't know how long his words will last, but at least Eminor seems to be in a better mood now, and curiously asks Wang Del about the price of the new wand—nearly a thousand Imperial Gold Coins, which is twice as expensive as the original.

The two decisively refused to be the culprit.

Mo Lin secretly scolded himself for being stupid, he should have thought of this method a long time ago!

It was time to hard-pull Aemeno out and talk to these professors of a lot of age, who could compare himself and Marcus to these guys with more experience. He had always felt that Lady Sinis could not cure his heart, but he had forgotten that he was a forest elf and had seen many things in his long lifespan, and that if he had pulled Emlenor to the Tree of Life earlier, he might have been fine.

At least no worse than this old profiteer.

Thinking of the solution, a big stone in his heart landed safely, Mo Lin felt a lot more relaxed, and began to inquire about the professional inheritance of the [Fateful Mage]: "By the way, Professor Wang De, how did you get that Elemental Emperor's cane?"

You must know that on the boy's gray career badge, the wand mark representing the beginner mage has been upgraded to three stars, and it is moving in the direction of the advanced mage. Not only that, but there was also a card-making apprentice's mark on the crystal plate—a rectangular card pattern with stars tattooed on it, diagonally next to the warrior's emblem.

According to Mr. Ed, you can only be considered a full-fledged beginner card maker after successfully crafting second-order magic cards.

In addition, the long sword representing the warrior, the black and white grid representing the command, and the books representing the scholar all changed slightly with the progress of the boy's strength, becoming more complex and three-dimensional.

But only the largest rectangle in the middle of the crystal plate, representing the so-called fatalistic mage, remained unchanged.

Just like his magic space, the small puddle of magic on the white sand is still a small puddle.

Nothing has changed.

The key boy has not been able to find any other relevant records, and the only clue is the cane that Xiao Hei can't put down.

"That's a long story—" Wang De subconsciously touched his goatee.

"When I was looking for wood in the deep mountains and old forests, I suddenly saw a streamer in the sky......"

"Forget it!" Morin listened to him for a while, but when Professor Goatee drew the conversation to his new wand once more, the boy finally realized that the old fellow was talking about something unreliable, and made up some bitter story to fool him into buying a wand.

The old profiteer didn't want to say anything, and Merlin didn't force it, so he asked again: "Legend has it that at the end of the Third Age, the Elemental Emperor left the Todder Continent, but why hasn't he returned after so many years?

The Elemental Emperor had advanced to the Legend early on, and it stands to reason that even after so many years, he should still be alive.

"Well, that's easy to explain," Wang Del said seriously, "You should know that there is a well-known proverb in our broken world - every god is a lonely wanderer in the world. ”

Having read something similar in a book, Maureen nodded, "But what does that mean?"

This means that if a powerful professional wants to raise his constellation in the sky, he must first break free from the earth's bondage to him - pass through the gate of time and leave his continent. And even if he succeeded in ascending to the constellation, the god would never be able to return to the plane that gave birth to him because he had severed his connection with the earth. Even if his earthly incarnation could travel through countless time gates to almost all worlds, he was destined to never enter his homeland and never return to his homeland. ”

Therefore, every deity is a lonely wanderer in the world. Wang Del sighed with emotion:

"Even if he misses his hometown and homeland, he can only silently emit some light in the distant sky, hoping that there will always be a glimmer of light that can fall on the land that he will never go back to, and fall in the eyes of those he thinks about. ”

"Ahem......" Mo Lin almost choked out, secretly saying that with your old strength, it seems that you are worried that this is a bit redundant, right?

Professor Goatee's hometown was in Sororumi, the capital of freedom and trade in the Southern Plains, and the boy first met him in the wand shop in the waterfall city, before Maureen knew that the old crook would become his teacher.

"But do you mean that Elder Odaron broke free from the shackles of the earth and left our continent forever in order to raise his constellation, so after all these years, even if he didn't suffer an accident, he could only travel in other planes and not be able to return to Todder?"

Even he heard for the first time that the gods still had such restrictions, and they couldn't return to their hometown if they wanted to raise the constellation, and then think about the black crystal card on his chest, could it be that his grandfather left Todel to help him find it?

"It's just an explanation of what you're talking about. Wang De touched his beard:

"There are countless speculations about the reason for the sudden disappearance of the Elemental Emperor, and leaving in order to raise the constellation is just one of them, and no one has been able to confirm it until now. ”

Maureen couldn't help but be speechless.

In this way, isn't it possible that you have to wait until you are strong enough to pass through the Gate of Time in the future, and then you can go to other continents to look for the inheritance of Odaron's predecessors to find the inheritance of the fatalistic mage?

At that time, I was afraid that I would not be able to use this pit father's profession at all, not to mention that with the capacity of that small puddle of magic power, it was only equivalent to the magic power that the body of a fifth- or sixth-order mage could hold, and he could not touch the sea of magic power, and the young man felt that if he couldn't solve this problem, he might not have a chance to advance to a high-level mage at all.

Not to mention the time gates to visit, and whether or not you will be able to graduate from Iluvita by that time is a question.

Shaking his head helplessly, putting aside this question that was not urgent for the time being, the young man took out the training badge of Talisha: "This is a training badge of Victor Academy, you can use it to access the data and images, do you have any way to share the images I have consulted with others around me at the same time?"

After completing the trial last time, I saw Daddy lead the army through the Thorn Ridge Defense Zone and enter the Frost Mountains, and then he was so busy with various things that he didn't care about looking down, and Morin also thought about watching Daddy's recorded footage with Marcus and them when he had time.

Seeing this thick badge, Wang De's eyes lit up:

"Ahem, the old man happened to be collecting all kinds of magical badge imprints recently, seeing that this one in your hand is quite fateful to me, which makes me love it, I will eat a hundred gold coins and buy it, what do you think?"

With that, he staggered up a finger and looked at the boy with a childish expression.

"Heh, hehe......" Mo Lin smiled dryly: "Since I have a relationship with you, if you can help me solve that problem, I will try my best to give you this badge without hesitation!"

Dare to love all good things have a fate with you, isn't it just fooling, and I don't eat dry rice when I am a young man......

"That's not easy!"

Overjoyed, Wang Del immediately wrote a name to Mo Lin: "Use this illusion to expand the glove! The alchemy tower can be rented, and everyone will be able to share the illusion you see together while wearing gloves, of course, the images seen by others are definitely not as real as yours, but it does not hinder communication." ”

After speaking, Wang De spread out his palms and waited for the young man to present the precious magic badge.

"Thank you for your advice!" said Merlin, putting away his badge, and turned to leave with Aeminor.

"Huh?" Professor Goatee was stunned: "What do you mean?

"Oh, this badge was lent to me by someone else, I really can't make the decision to give it to you, I'll help you ask when I have time, if the owner of the badge agrees, I'll send it to you in the workshop without saying a word, you can wait for my good news! ”

"Hey, don't be in a hurry to leave!" Wang Deer waved a beautifully carved white wood wand: "In this way, in addition to a hundred gold coins, I will take one of my new wands and exchange them with you, oh no, two, I can make a total of two!"

"Hah, if I break my wand, will I return it?" the boy laughed without looking back.

Sure enough, the professor behind him was directly dumbfounded, and Ai Minnuo on the side also smiled slightly.

Running out of the old profiteer's treehouse workshop, seeing the little vampire with a rare smile, Morin finally felt a lot more relaxed, and sure enough, he should have more contact with people to forget his troubles, and it must be more and more sad to be alone.

Remembering the invitation he had received earlier, he was moved and said to Aeno, "Well, let's go to the ghost story contest held by the Tricksters League in the evening!

"I don't have to worry about relying on that Marcus guy to help me watch the wind, you can go with me!"

"And Ghost Senior Poliost will definitely go to the Ghost Story Contest to join in the fun, you can communicate with him about what Professor Wang Del said, maybe it will be inspiring......"

……

Of course, Morin knew that even if there were some reliable things in the content that Professor Wang Del talked about, it was too advanced for them now, and it was of course an excuse to go to the ghost story contest to exchange theories with ghost seniors, and the main purpose was to let the little vampire go to relax.

After dinner, when it was completely dark, Maureen took Marcus and Aeminor, the three of them, dressed in black night-robes, and drew some terrifying bones on them, and sneaked out of the dormitory castle with their hands and feet.

The Ghost Story Contest is hosted by the Tricksters League, and everyone wears a bracelet that can estimate the level of tension, and whoever has the highest score to see whose story scares the most will have the highest score, plus the final unified voting to select the champion of each session and award Illuvita the title of "Ghost Story King".

This is also a traditional event for Iluvita students, and the contests have attracted many participants in previous editions.

Originally, Morin was not interested, but Senior Mike told him that after the ghost story contest, he could carry out the boy's long-awaited prank - throwing the alchemy bullet into Brand's office, which was a temptation that the boy couldn't refuse, and decided to go without saying a word.

By the way, he took the wind-looking Marcus and the scattered Aenuno to participate.

As for Tilna and Barron, Tilna smiled at them and told them to be careful, as a Vessdemon, she was almost immune to pranks and other tricks, and if she wanted to, she could even not feel fear or nervousness, and the ghost stories naturally retreated.

As for Barron, the boy originally wanted him to help him look at the wind, the Kadir people's keen hearing is comparable to detection magic, and it is much more reassuring to have him to look at the wind than Marcas, but Barron is not very approving of the behavior of throwing alchemy stink bombs behind his back, he still thinks that it is better to wait until he is powerful in the future to beat Professor Bloody Eyes to vent his anger.

Rough muttering, what warriors take revenge for ten years, and other old sayings made the young man helpless.

Maureen didn't think he could wait for that day.

Besides, he can't even use magic cards, and it's probably a pipe dream to rely on classical spells to win over Brand as a great magician, and Brand can be hired by Fielding as a professor of the academy's card use course, so naturally he has mastered all kinds of card skills, and his combat experience is extremely rich, even if it is limited to the same level of strength, it is difficult to be defeated.

Now I finally got information that Professor Bloody Eyes was not in the academy for the past few days, and Senior Mike was just about to activate the loophole of the magic enchantment, so how could I take advantage of the evil qi.

The boy thought viciously as he carried the custom-made alchemy stink bomb.

I don't know how many unique smells are fused with that alchemy bomb, and once released, the smell will be so strong that it will last for a long time, guaranteeing that Brand will get a big surprise the moment he returns to the office and opens the door.

It was a New Year's gift for him...... Hey...... Hopefully, he will feel the blessings from the Kingdom of Lothar......

The Ghost Story Contest hasn't started yet, and Maureen can't wait to think about the next part.

……

The tournament took place in a lakeside ruins not far from Brand's office.

It is said that in the past, Brand's dungeon office was the venue for their traditional ghost story contest, but after being unreasonably taken over by Professor Bloodeye, they had to move to this dilapidated ruin, which was more than a notch less terrifying. But now there is still a thick snow on the ground, and there are all kinds of huge snowmen shaped like monsters, and only a low hole has been dug to lead to the ruins, which looks a little weirder.

"Merlin, you, are you sure this is it?!" Not to mention, Marcus was already frightened, looking at the dark passage and stopping, it felt as if a gust of cold wind was blowing out of the passage, faintly accompanied by a faint whining of resentment.

"If you're afraid, follow Aminor. Morin said angrily.

Remembering that Minelma took him on a rampage in the dark passage of Senior Bob, without even jumping on the eyelids of the four levels, and then seeing that Marcas's legs had begun to shake before he entered the field, he couldn't help but sigh how the brothers and sisters of a family could be so different at the same time.

If Marcus knew what Morin thought, I am afraid that he would say with tears in his eyes, if you have lived with a troll since you were a child, you must also develop a timid temperament, do you know why, because those who are not afraid of death are already dead...... What kind of vicious dog at home, splash skin in the city, thief who doesn't open his eyes, guy who doesn't admit defeat, all those who are bold, and now the grass on the grave has changed several times......

Will it be easy for me to survive......

While thinking sadly, he was very self-aware to stay at the end, watching the figures of the two people in front of him slowly disappear in the passage of the black hole, he hurriedly followed closely into the ruins.

In the dark, clammy hall of ruins, a strange blue-purple fire burned.

Although the Ghost Story Contest was hosted by the Troublemakers Alliance, the students involved were far more than those troublemakers, and under the blue-purple firelight, Morin saw nearly a hundred faces, from first-year freshmen to senior seniors, among which the pink freshmen also wore an extra badge on their chests to prevent being overly frightened, and they looked at each with wide-eyed trembling.

It is estimated that they were all fooled by slogans such as the seniors to temper their courage.

Most of them are just listeners, and a few contestants are preparing their own stories on the sidelines.

Bob in the corner had already opened the market, and a large crowd gathered around, and Marcas also approached curiously.

He found that everyone was betting on how many people would be stunned in this competition, and seeing that several experienced seniors were betting on about thirty percent of the number, Marcas only felt sweaty palms, and secretly thought that it might not be easy to get through tonight, and he really shouldn't follow Morin to join in the fun......

But being scared is scared, and standing with Morin, he can also enjoy a lot of attention by the way, especially the curious eyes of those senior sisters and sisters fell on Marcas, which gave him a little more courage.

At least the legs are barely shaking.

That's the famous Sleeper Morin, even in the League of Tricksters, he is considered the number one person, the most dazzling up-and-comer, although there has been no big news this year that shocked the four people, but with the prestige accumulated last year, it is enough to make most troublemakers admire.

Of course, they didn't know that this seemingly harmless teenager had a terrible weapon in his pocket, ready to throw it into Brand's office in the near future. Otherwise, at this time, everyone is afraid that everyone will rush to tear Morin's robe - when the blood-eyed professor who went out returns, this warrior will definitely be crushed, and at this time, tearing off a piece of cloth can also be used as a martyr's banner collection.

In the future, when you carry out pranks, you can also take it out and wave it, and then shout a slogan such as the Troublemaker Alliance for thousands of generations, and the spirit of mischief will dominate the campus.

Only the red-haired senior Mike knew about Morin's heroic and fearless plan at this time, and he had already touched it in the dark.

He seems to be very enthusiastic about introducing the tradition of the ghost story contest to the teenagers, but in fact, his eyes can't stop looking at the parts of the boys' clothes, as if to see which parts are easier to collect and collect. After a while, as if there were no words, he began to introduce them to the art of ghost storytelling:

“…… So it's important to use the tone of voice to create the atmosphere!In addition, there are eyes!Be sure to pay attention to the eyes, the gaze is the most powerful prop, and when used properly, it is easy to substitute the audience into the atmosphere of your story......"

Before Mike could finish his chatter, the blue-purple fire in the hall of ruins suddenly lit up, and a large burst of fire quickly went black, and there were a few low exclamations and several screams around him.

The ruins were plunged into darkness.

Creepy shrieks echoed through the darkness as the host of the contest announced that the first contestant had taken the stage.