"That wizard named Bedlaire doesn't seem to have much faith in you, dear Loren. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Asrael, who didn't know where to get a midnight blue nightgown, was lazily lying on the creaking bed, his right hand supporting his head, his pale blonde hair was messily scattered, and he looked like he was about to wake up: "This kind of person who pretends to be sincere...... Can you really trust him?"

The dusty room had been cleaned, even the beds and corners had been cleaned, and the old, moldy floors could barely be seen—apparently, no one else had this spare time except for a guy named Asrael.

"I don't need to trust him much, it's the Corona family who is standing behind him. Loren sat aside with a flat expression, ignoring the young man's provocation perfectly: "What's more...... And it's not without reason. ”

In the words of Isaac Grantham, all spellcasters in spells are a bunch of magicians - the natural limitations of the spiritual temple, coupled with the limits of the wizards of this world to the power of the void, make the vast majority of spellcasters not have a bright future in spells.

After all, no matter how talented he was, a wizard could only fully memorize three high-level spells at most, and at the cost of completely encroaching on all the space of the spiritual hall, greatly reducing the efficiency of meditation and connecting to the void, which was obviously not cost-effective.

In fact, spells are just an additional option for many wizards - many low-level but practical little spells, such as the "Firefly Charm", are accessible even to alchemists or scholars who study ancient runes, but really make it their main subject......

"Probably only liars and tricksters. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Loren was a little helpless: "After all, spells are only a superficial application of the power of the void, and high-level spells are too expensive, rather than wasting time studying spells, it is better to focus on alchemy and runes, which can achieve the same or even more perfect effect - at least for the vast majority of ordinary wizards, it is true." ”

"But dear Loren, you are no ordinary wizard, you are unique. Asrael smiled and curled the corners of his mouth, "Only you can show the true strength of the caster!"

"Really?"

"Of course, haven't you seen it with your own eyes? The essence of the spell is the distortion of the real world by the void, and when this power reaches a certain level...... the young man deliberately dragged a long tail note, muttering in a low voice, his eyes blurred:

"It's like...... God. ”

The corners of Loren's eyes twitched, and he wanted to roll his eyes now: "Anyway, I'll be tested in three days at most, and the trouble is that I can't come up with anything at all that can prove my level as a spellcaster!"

Asriel raised his eyebrows in confusion at first, and then the young man who understood also showed an embarrassed expression.

That's right, as a spellcaster, Loren has mastered two high-level spells, as well as a considerable number of low-level spells, and the endurance of the Spirit Hall is very strong, with the help of Asriel, he can even use high-level spells without restriction for a short period of time.

But the problem is that these strengths cannot see the light of day.

Needless to say, Asriel said that "Beyond Perception" was the sign of the Night's Watch and could not be put on the surface, as for the "Fire of Turin", ...... It was indeed Loren's unique high-level spell, but it was also now one of his only means of combat.

Although he has always avoided battles, it is clear that he will not be smooth sailing at Ebolden, and Loren does not want to be recognized by others as soon as he makes a move when he is fighting.

"So if I don't want 'Turin Fire' to become my signature, I'll have to find a way to create another one as soon as possible. The black-haired wizard frowned involuntarily: "And within five days." ”

"Or consider learning one now?" suggested the teenager, "it might be much faster." ”

Loren shook his head and rejected the proposal - if it was really that simple, Bedlaire wouldn't have reminded himself that he had to come up with the strength to silence the wizards of Ebolden.

Not only in order to find Isaac and become the wizard of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, Loren can also get the opportunity to contact the genius alchemist and increase his chances of success.

While the two of them were still pondering, there was a sudden noise under the floor, and the sound of shouting and beating could be faintly heard, which made the black-haired wizard frown a little.

Even a small place like Gumu Town would have a hat like that, and it wouldn't be strange if a gang came to extort money from the gangsters.

Whether it's a pickpocket or a gangster who is keen on extortion, this kind of person is very difficult, and if you can't provoke it, try not to provoke it, otherwise it will be endless trouble, and Loren hates trouble.

Just as the black-haired wizard had made up his mind, Asriel was lying beside him with a sly smile - although he was still weak, his body was a real vampire, and his hearing was far from human.

"Questions?"

"Hmm...... Only one thing, the innkeeper didn't tell you the truth when he introduced you to you. The boy lying on the bed crossed his calves: "He used to clean this room." ”

Understanding Asriel's hint, Loren immediately got up and slammed the door, walking towards the lobby on the first floor of the inn.

In the spacious hall, the innkeepers who were supposed to be busy all shivered and hid behind the counter and did not dare to come out, and the drunkards and guests in the hall had long since disappeared, replaced by a group of thugs who pretended to be fierce and armed with weapons.

Tables and chairs were kicked over, glasses and plates were littered, flasks behind the counters were looted, and even oak barrels were snatched.

As for the enthusiastic innkeeper, he was trampled under his feet by a drunkard who looked quite strong, like a meat pad. The sharp knife was against the tip of his nose, and it was still dangling around his eyes.

The innkeeper who was scared out of the water was covered in sweat, and his eyes were full of tears, and he didn't dare to blink, for fear that the tip of the knife would poke it directly!

"Old friend, we have an agreement. The strong man who was full of alcohol was full of foam, and threatened as a matter of course: "If you owe us money, then you have to pay it back, otherwise you will not keep your promise, right?!"

"Yes, yes, yes...... You're right, I, I'll definitely pay it back!" The innkeeper was paralyzed, and his mouth trembled: "You say the number, I'll give, I'll give it all!"

"Hmm...... Say the number. The drunken strong man rolled his eyes and yelled behind him: "How much does this guy owe us?!"

The minions looked at each other and were stunned for a long time before they remembered to answer: "Two thousand silver coins——!"

"Two Thousand Five ——!" and "Three Thousand ——!"

"Three Thousand Five ——!" "Four Thousand ——!"

"Four thousand five ——!" and "five thousand ——!" ......

"That's five thousand!" the drunkard waved his hand violently, and the short knife was directly pressed against the innkeeper's neck: "Hear me clearly, you owe us five thousand silver coins, hand it over immediately - count your good luck, we don't want your interest!"

"Even if you sell my inn, it's not worth five thousand silver coins!" The innkeeper cried directly: "Please, spare me, there are not so many here!"

"Don't play stupid, I know what you're hiding, it's worth five thousand silver coins!" the drunkard's eyes widened greedily, "One of your buddies has already told us that you stole something from that wizard's room!"

"I—I don't know......" The innkeeper, who was still frightened just now, suddenly "had a backbone": "You, you must have heard ...... wrong"

"Excuse me, can you interrupt?"

Almost at the same time, the innkeeper and the drunkard were lying on the ground looking at the stairs directly opposite, and the smiling black-haired wizard was leaning on the handrail of the stairs:

"Well, I see you arguing...... I wonder if you can satisfy my curiosity and tell me what's going on?"

"Hillbilly out of nowhere, get back to your room. The drunkard shouted with hanging eyes, "It's none of your business here......"

"Bang ——!"

Before his words fell, Loren, who snapped his fingers lightly, used a "hovering spell" to make the drunk's head and the counter have a "close contact".

"Hmm...... Judging by your expression, I guess there's something about me right now, right?"