The Apothecary Association, Angelo looked at his new teacher and nodded to Master Drucker, "Okay." ”

"When you reach the fourth level of pharmacist, I will take you to participate." Every year during the winter vacation, it is also the time of the Pharmacist Conference, and this year's Pharmacist Conference is held in the Ander Empire, although the Ossian Empire is the location of the Apothecary Association, but the venue of the conference is rotated among the five empires.

"Maybe next time." Angelo smiled, and Master Drucker knocked him down, "You thought it was so easy to go from level three to four." ”

"Last time he was level five, and now it's not level eight." Angelo rubbed his head and looked at Benedict at the door. Drucker smacked his lips, "He's just going to be a formality." Obviously, the two had communicated, and Drucker didn't believe Benedict at first, if it weren't for his configuration method that was completely up to standard, he would really think that Benedict was cheating.

"It will take that long to go through the formalities." Angelo muttered quietly, from the last time I went to the Pharmacists Association, until now, it has been twenty days to say the least.

"You little thing." Drucker couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, I'm going to go, you have a good class here." Angelo stuck out his tongue, "The teacher had a good trip." ”

Waiting for the master to leave, Angelo blinked and looked at the person at the door, "Teacher, what are you talking about today?" ”

In the cold winter, the temperature in the greenhouse is all maintained by the fire demon core, Angelo carefully controls the height of the flames, and the configuration of the anesthetic makes people's minds a little chaotic. "Teacher, it's okay." "Cool the vial and close the cork.

"Go out and sober up, come back and continue." Benedict looked at the color of the potion, "The frost flower is added a little earlier, it will not affect the quality, but the injured who are cold cannot use it." ”

"Okay." Rubbing his temples, Angelo walked outside, and as soon as he felt the cold wind, he was protected by a barrier, only a trace of coolness, and the cold wind could not penetrate in.

"Why make rules?" Angelo leaned against the wall of the greenhouse, where Benedict was concocting another potion, and he was now a pharmacist, so he had a task to complete.

"To make the world take shape." Benedict's voice rang in his ears, "Every world has rules that are born before they are formed, and only with rules can there be matter." ”

"Who was the first God?" Angelo pinched the straw under his hand, he felt his head clear, and it seemed that ventilation was indeed useful. But the next time you put the frost flowers, it will be a little later, how late? It's another place to practice.

"I don't remember." Benedict smiled, time was so long ago that even he didn't know how long he had been saving. Open the greenhouse door and "Come in." Keep practicing. ”

"I'm going to change teachers!" Angelo's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth raised, and he walked over to the counter that had been cleaned up and re-weighed the material. The reaction of the potion soon reappeared, and Angelo counted the time, looked at the reaction of the potion, and put the materials in his hand down in turn.

Leaving the Apothecary Society, Angelo and Benedict re-established themselves on the outskirts of the Abyssal Forest, and they were a little surprised by what they saw.

Not only the fallen trees, but also the strange corpses around them, these little beasts were apparently attacked to death without preparation, and the pile of unprocessed meat in the middle explained why these little beasts were attracted to them.

"Someone has come here to practice too." Benedict frowned slightly, he had never deliberately lured the beasts or monsters of the forest in his practice for Angelo, and this deliberate act did not do anything other than increase the killing nature.

"We didn't necessarily go to the place, but we just happened to meet this time." Angelo looked at Benedict, "Does it need to be dealt with?" ”

"Not necessarily." Benedict looked around, the bloody atmosphere here was not small, but there was no trace of a beast coming, it was obviously just formed, although there was a reason for the cold weather, but it was not impossible that the person who caused this scene was nearby. "We're going to change places today."

Angelo stared at a dead tree, which seemed to have something in its trunk. "Okay." In the blink of an eye, I saw Benedict also looking there, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, "I want to go over there." ”

The two of them passed by the dead tree, Angelo's eyes shrank, and the sight disappeared. The large hand on his waist motioned for him to continue walking, and it was clear that Benedict had discovered something.

It wasn't until they couldn't smell the blood that the two turned around and looked at the dead tree over there, "There were people in there just now." Angelo was sure, but he couldn't perceive it, proving that the strength of the people hidden inside was much higher than him.

"Not a threat." Benedict pursed his lips with some emotion, but the course of the world is not something that can be changed lightly, perhaps since he changed the rules. Angelo leaned sideways, "Since it's not a threat, is it someone who can cooperate?" ”

"Haha, cooperate with them, you can't. They are necromancers, and those who can cultivate not only have to sacrifice their souls, but also have crazy obsessions, and without these two prerequisites, they will not cooperate with anyone. Benedict turned his head and pinched Angelo's nose, "Leave them alone, they're just trying to protect themselves." ”

Necromancer, isn't that a profession that should have disappeared a long time ago, Angelo blinked, "Okay. "The Ottoid Empire is not going to attack a few necromancers, not to mention, these people are already self-contained.

The two of them re-chose a place, and the barrier laid by Benedict would not allow too high-level demonic beasts to enter, but within the barrier, the illusions he created were not limited to the level.

Not far from the dead tree, a puff of black smoke slowly rose from the ground, and the black smoke condensed into a human figure, bowed lightly in the direction of the two of them, put on the black veil, and left quickly.

Angelo dodged from under the wings of a thunderbird, the light spear in his hand was as thin as an arrow, and stabbed straight into the neck of the thunderbird, but unfortunately the head was not enough, the light spear penetrated the front chest of the thunderbird, Benedict shook his head slightly, and two new thunderbirds appeared.

From the lecture to the present, Angelo's faults have been unmistakable, and the undeniable precision in close proximity contrasts with the level of distance. Although Benedict was not prepared to train Angelo to be an accurate killer, he had to consider Angelo's current status as a magician, and since he became a god, he had not seen a magician kill an enemy with melee skills.

As the sun set, Benedict collected all the visions, and the two few corpses on the ground proved that the monster killed by Angelo just now was still real. Exhausted, Angelo leaned against a fairly clean tree trunk, and although he didn't cause any bloody scenes, this training under siege by wild beasts always made him feel like he was surrounded by corpses.

The four vortices in his body were slowly spinning, absorbing the free elements around him as they roamed through Angelo's body, helping him relieve his aching muscles.

"How?" The trunk behind him turned into a warm chest, and when a question came from his ear, Angelo turned around Benedict and said, "I'm used to it." It was undeniably effective, but Angelo couldn't convince himself that it was all illusions, after all, the real pain and the occasional blood splashed on his face could not be ignored. A chuckle came from overhead, Angelo closed his eyes slightly, this guy has been pushing his limits, but damn let him like it.

"Go back and rest, huh?" The voice was gentle, completely devoid of the cold and hard continuation of the lesson, Angelo nodded, and let Benedict carry himself on his back.

Since learning about the relationship between the two, Benedict will not come over to watch the afternoon class time, but the puppet still exists. Seeing him take back the puppet in the yard, Angelo straightened his clothes, "Barton will be here in a while, don't bully him this time." "The last time Benedict suddenly disappeared before Barton's eyes, and almost rummaged through the palace with this loyal retinue, for fear that Benedict was hiding somewhere.

"When have I ever bullied him." Selectively teasing Barton in the past, the corners of Benedict's mouth drooped, and he looked aggrieved. Angelo smiled, "You didn't bully him, you tossed me." Barton made several trips back and forth to my dormitory last time. Seeing that this person's face turned blue, Angelo raised his eyebrows, "True faith?" ”

Holding the man in his arms, Benedict rubbed the tip of Angelo's nose, "I believe everything you say." Angelo winked and "was fake. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he kissed the handsome face in front of him. Barton is behind you. ”

Holding the lip flap that wants to leave, the momentary contact is enough to make the onlookers behind him change their momentum sharply, if it weren't for the fact that Barton regarded Angelo as a little master, Benedict really had to wonder what Barton had about Angelo.

"I'm leaving."

Angelo looked at the tense Barton, who seemed to have a hunch that he would be talked about by his father at dinner. "Richie, prepare the water, I'm going to bathe."

The night was like water, and Casey was meditating hard in the dormitory of the Holy See, he was now a clergyman of the Holy See, and he was appreciated by the bishop for his ability as a magician, and he was promoted to the rank of priest, unlike ordinary healers. He has to work harder, because of his early appearance, Sterling has also improved, and it is faster than in his previous life, he doesn't know if things will get out of control, but what he has to do now is to organize people to travel, he is already an adult, he can travel when he is an adult, he has to find a way to fight those skeleton soldiers.

His chaotic mind made meditation extremely difficult, and even the mildest elements of light could not calm him. When the light elemental refused to enter him again, Casey broke down and cried.

There was a light hoof sound in front of the window, and Casey smiled and stroked the sound in front of the window, did it come to comfort him? After entering the Holy See, Casey had seen Diyin more than once, who usually only followed Carlisle, and he believed that Diyin was a holy beast, and he was the one who was really favored by the holy beast.

The arrival of Di Yin seemed to make the surrounding light elements a little more cheerful, and Casey took a deep breath and resumed his meditation.

In the highest room of the Holy See, the bishop looked at Carlisle with a comfortable face, and gritted his teeth, "Can't you be a priest in Ontario, a light magician, and put something into the army." ”

"The Pope has always wanted to control the military power of other empires, so why not be the first one to try." Carlyle pointed to his eyes, "I'm half-blind anyway, and it's not good for the image of the Holy See." ”

The bishop put the scepter on the ground and said, "No, I say no, I just can't." Carlisle raised an eyebrow, "I'll talk about when you can stop me." ”

"You!" The bishop was sullen and pointed to the door, "Get out." ”

"Okay." With an indifferent expression, it was not the first time Carlisle had angered the bishop, but the bishop had never dealt with him, and the reason for this, the bishop did not say, and Carlisle was not curious.

On the same night, Angelo fiddled with the blonde hair in front of him, and then was pressed into his arms by the person who didn't need to sleep at all, and the toys in his hands were taken away "Sleep." Angelo blinked in the dark, he was extra energetic today, "Tell me the story of before you became a god, I can't sleep." ”

"I told you, you can't sleep." Benedict vetoed, rubbing the top of his silver hair in front of him, "Change one, what do you want to hear?" ”

"The story of this continent before, and why is it that all the records do not record the name of this continent?" Angelo stood up, his purple eyes shining in the starlight, Benedict covered his big eyes, and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "The name of each continent is named after the surname of the god of Tron Zào, as for the name of this continent, because ......"

There was an eerie pause, Angelo blinked, "What's your last name?" "Everyone thought his surname was Dick, but Angelo's instinct told him that Benedict was a name.

"Me, Stoker." Benedict looked at the smiling eyes in front of him, and smiled helplessly, "Don't write it in the book." Angelo's little belly twitched, "Okay, Lord Violet." Connecting the person in front of him with the delicate violet, Angelo wrapped his arms around his waist and kept himself from laughing until he curled up.

"Laugh enough and go to sleep." Pinching the tip of his nose, which was still shaking, Benedict gritted his teeth and threatened. Angelo nodded, perhaps because of the divine order, he was really a little sleepy. However, Angelo knew that he had just exhausted the last of his energy, and the scene in front of him gradually blurred, "Good night." Teacher Benny. ”