A first-class mage, Lias Van Asquith has a great surname.

Asquith is his surname, and it is also the family name that inherits glory and glory, and the monosyllabic transliteration of "Fan" is incredible, which means that his ancestors had a legendary mage who condensed his "real name".

Yes, a single syllable embellishment like this is an honor, usually a prefix to the legendary mage's "real name", and may also be taken from the first letter or pronunciation of the real name, in the main material plane, if a person's name has such a single syllable letter or transliterated pronunciation, a proper expression of respect should help you gain their friendship.

Unless, of course, you run into a scammer.

At this time, His Excellency Venerable Lias Van Asquith was concocting a new potion in his magic chamber.

The pollen of the Moiran flower is precious and scarce, at this time, under the heating of the alcohol lamp, it melts into a black and purple viscous liquid in the crystal test tube, and the carefully blended solution in the tong pot on the other side has been boiling with a clang, and the silk and gray smoke condensed above the tong pot, constantly expanding and changing the shape.

Lias took out a piece of the zombie's cerebellum from the storage subspace bag on the test bench, and carefully shook the test tube in his hand as he added the shriveled cerebellum to the solution in the tongs pot......

Immediately, a shrill scream made the apprentice standing on the side pale, the sound was like a sharp awl stabbed at the spiritual defense of the two, Lias's body was as steady as Mount Tai, the apprentice struggled to resist and endure, when the howl that shocked the spirit disappeared, the robes on his body were soaked with sweat.

The cerebellum had completely melted, and the soul fragments contained in it had turned into a pitch-black mist that steamed out, and the gray smoke that had solidified above the tong pot was stained black, and soon condensed into the phantom of a wailing skull......

At the most critical moment, Lias began to chant solemnly, and the magic poured from under his feet into the magic array on the ground, and with a slight sound of "hum~~", the wide ivory test bench was lit up......

The magic array of various protections and blessings began to operate, and the incantations in Lias's mouth kept flowing, from low to high-pitched, from calm to roaring like a storm, and when the chanting of the incantation came to the most intense point, he did not hesitate to pour the precious solution in his hand into the tong pot......

"Boom~~", the inflated air mass swept out, but it was firmly compressed within the range of the tongs pot under the constraints of the protective array, and a whirlpool visible to the naked eye appeared in the tongs pot, and the expanded air mass, the skull phantom floating above the tongs and wailing was inhaled......

The magic flashed away, and all the visions disappeared, except for a shallow layer of azure potion lying quietly at the bottom of the pot.

It was only then that Lias staggered backwards, and the apprentice hurriedly stepped forward to support his cold body......

"Mentor, you have succeeded, you are really a genius, the second-level cherishing level magic potion has been successful once, I think, even His Excellency the Venus Sage will not be able to do such a thing as you in your time......"

The apprentice's praise did not make people hear deliberate or flattering at all, and his tone and expression were extremely sincere, Lias broke free from the apprentice's support, glanced at him lightly, and said: "Young Master Henry, as the only heir to the baron, you don't have to do this kind of servant work......"

The apprentice's expression was very hurt, a little frightened, but also with a strong admiration and yearning, "Dear mentor, the true meaning of magic is the meaning of my life, and the title is just a tool to advance on the path of magic......"

"Okay~~" Lias was not interested in listening to this, I don't know how many times similar conversations have been conducted, he never cared, the reason why he has always been unapologetic to this studious and pious aristocratic young man is that his talent is too poor, of course, this evaluation is the identity of a quasi-mage, in fact, the detection of spell-casting talent is already a one-in-a-million qualification.

"So......... Our militiamen, prisoners, Mr. Figo, would you be interested in answering a few of my questions?"

Lias looked at the brown-haired boy in front of the test bench, imprisoned in the center of the magic array, he looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate face, a slender and thin body, wearing a sack-like one-piece robe, tied around his waist with a hemp rope, and his feet were ...... Well, without shoes, the calluses formed by long-term barefoot and a thick layer of black dirt are the key to helping him walk barefoot.

His eyes were closed, he looked thoughtless, completely unresponsive to Lias's words, but even though he had witnessed from beginning to end during the experiment, Lias had witnessed how he had gradually "animated" from a statue to flesh and blood, besides, with the mage's keen mental perception, a stone without a life or soul could not be distinguished from a living person.

Seeing that the young man was not cooperative, the mage sighed, and with a slight snap of his right hand, an electric snake was separated from the magic array around the young man's body, and with a bang, it hit the young man's body......

"Ah~~~" Wu Chen was stimulated by this strong electric current and even his hair exploded, the huge pain and muscle twitching made him unable to hold on at all, and he wanted to fall down, but he was imprisoned by the magic array and couldn't even move a finger.

"So...... Our militiaman, prisoner, Mr. Figo, would you be interested in answering me a few questions?"

The mage's expression, taste, and tone did not change in the slightest, and the words he said looked polite and polite, but the condescending contempt and indifference, without deliberately expressing it, were already deeply contained in his expression, style, and voice.

Wu Chen was extremely frightened, he didn't understand what was going on, where was this, what did this wizard want to do with himself, when the pain was slightly weakened, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly shouted: "You...... What do you want?"

"What a foolish pariah......"

The apprentice angrily scolded behind the mage, but the mage didn't care, and immediately asked, "Sue me where you came from, I mean your soul!"

"This, this ......" The biggest secret was so lightly exposed, Wu Chen opened his mouth and stammered, and the nonsense he made up in a hurry was completely useless.

The mage waited patiently, watching Wu Chen's face change lightly, but the apprentice was annoyed with this lowly man, not only did he lack reverence for his nobleman, but he was also obviously neglectful of the noble and powerful mentor, this damn pig should be burned at the stake!

"How, have you figured it out? Are you from the abyss or purgatory......?

Rank 1 mage, is Lias Van Asquith really as calm as he seems?

Perhaps it could be glimpsed by his trembling fingers hidden under the mage's robes.