Dirk didn't sleep that night, he meditated in the corner of the room. From time to time, I opened my eyes and drew a few times in the void, then closed my eyes again.

Krithia didn't sleep either, she watched her son quietly and so all night.

When the morning came, and the first rays of sunlight shone into the house through the hole in the roof, Dirk opened his eyes at the same time.

He saw Chritia watching him on the other side of the room, and hurriedly asked, "Mother, didn't you sleep?"

Kritia shook her head and said, "No, I'm so happy, I can't sleep at all." She smiled warmly.

Dirk got up and walked over to his mother. Hold Kritia's shoulders with both hands and lay her body flat. Then he quickly took the clothes beside him and covered her body and said, "How can you do it if you don't sleep? The good days are just about to begin, you have to take care of your body." ”

Kritia slowly closed her eyes. A few minutes later, the sound of well-proportioned breathing was heard, and Krithia fell asleep. But even when she was asleep, the corners of her mouth still maintained a slightly raised arc.

Dirk shook his head slightly, slowly got up and stretched.

"Ancestors. Dirk said softly.

The space in the room trembled slightly, and Cangjie's figure appeared beside Dirk. At this time, Cangjie floated in mid-air, slowly turning around beside Dirk, looking up and down at the person he recognized.

"Your spirit is not bad, you studied all night this night, and you can still be so vigorous today...... It's good to be young. Cangjie said.

"Don't make fun of me, I'm almost done with the source seal knowledge you taught me yesterday, am I already a first-level enchanter?" Dirk asked.

"I'll just say, people can't go without rest, and they will go crazy all night. Cangjie spread his hands and said.

"Why, can't I count yet?" Dirk said.

"Of course not! Although enchantment is much more superficial today than it was in our day, it is still very esoteric. You are now a junior apprentice at best. Cangjie said.

"Then how long will it take me to become a first-level enchanter, I need money!" Dirk asked excitedly.

"According to my estimates, it will take at least six months. You have to understand the truth that if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, and steady and steady is the right way of the devil. "Cangjie Zhengse educates Dirk.

"Yes, yes, you have a point, I have one more question, what to eat today?" Dirk asked.

“......”

Seeing that Cangjie didn't reply, Dirk pointed to the hole in the ceiling and continued: "It's convenient to communicate with the water element on a rainy day, so keep it." ”

“......”

Seeing that Cangjie still didn't reply, he continued: "When you stole the enchantment practice materials, you ...... Bother more. ”

"Stop! you won...... Today's young people really don't know how to care for the elderly at all. Cangjie said helplessly.

Dirk still put on a harmless expression, and asked curiously, "I won? What did I win? I don't seem to understand, is this a spell?"

From the image, it can be seen that Cangjie's forehead is bursting with green tendons, and the light around the ancestral soul is also flickering. Cangjie gritted his teeth and said from between his teeth: "One piece a month, I manipulate your body." In your physical state, it is at most a level 1 enchantment quality. ”

Unexpectedly, Dirk stretched out two fingers, and then said with a bright smile, "Two pieces." ”

"Get out, there's nothing left, starving!" Cangjie said angrily.

"Ancestor, don't be so stingy, I'm short of money, and I won't need your help when I have money in the future. Dirk said.

"Everyone is dependent, and if you rely too much on me, you will be abolished over time. Do you know how many geniuses have fallen at this point?" Cangjie said.

Hearing Cangjie say this, Dirk also understood the stakes and agreed to the conditions of an enchantment. After all, you can't let your mother go hungry.

"And what are you going to enchant with?" Dirk said, gesturing around the room, meaning whatever to pick and choose.

Cangjie looked at the four walls in the room and the sand and gravel on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Go out and take a look, I really don't like these broken bricks and tiles in your room." "Say, the light flashed and burrowed into Dirk's body.

looked around at the interior of the room, shook his head helplessly, and walked out of the room after simply tidying up his clothes. He didn't bother the sleeping Kritia, and at this time, what his mother needed most was rest.

The thatched hut where Dirk lives is in the heart of the slum and is arguably the most popular part of the slum. There were three markets around them, east, south, and north, and Dirk's money was lost in the southern market.

Dirk made a few turns down the wide streets and ended up in a market in the east of the city. At the entrance of the bazaar, two guards leaned against the gatepost of the bazaar, dozing off.

In this area, there are hundreds of bustling shops, surrounded by a dedicated Lingyu auction center, like a bustling business district. It's obviously a bit more prosperous than the previous southern bazaar, and the dazzling array of goods is dazzling.

"Yo-he, isn't this the kid that day? What's the matter? Brought us money again?" a shrill voice sounded. There was a burst of laughter.

Dirk turned his head to look, and when he saw the source of the sound, his pupils contracted significantly. He knew these people, and they were the thugs called by the stall owner who robbed him of his money before.

"You've mistaken someone. Dirk said coldly. Although he was angry at this time, the first task was to make money to go home and buy food, and he didn't want to be entangled too much with a few people.

"Hey, hey, you can't be wrong, I hit this cut on your clothes, and this. So saying, the thug came over, grabbed Dirk, tossed his clothes up and down, and shouted as if to show off his glorious history.

Dirk didn't want to make contact with him at this time, and his body mobilized the power of the ancestral soul to shake off the thug's hand that grabbed him slightly.

The thug didn't react for a while, and he didn't want to think about how the child who was still a fish and meat for him yesterday had such strength today. Now he can only be ashamed and angry, and shout: "Guys, this little cub has learned to resist, educate him, teach him to be a man." He waved to his group of buddies as he spoke.

Dirk was also very angry at this time, they were very close to the gate at this time, and he believed that the two guards had heard their conversation. But the guards were indifferent, and could even be said to have acquiesced in the bullying of the weak by this group of people.

"Are you still so good at bullying me?" these words came out of Dirk's mouth, and his deep voice carried a thick killing intent. The fluctuations from the ancestral soul around the body kept coming, and at this time, Dirk moved to kill.

"I told you, be quiet, don't bother me to talk about business with the master, should you think of my words as a fart?!" The irascible voice came, and the thugs suddenly looked like frosted eggplants. One by one, they lowered their heads, not daring to refute. Even the thugs who shouted before no longer dared to shout loudly, and lowered their heads like a child making mistakes.

Dirk remembered the voice, it was the stall owner's. Seeing that these people didn't react, they turned around and were about to leave. Reason told him that his priority now was to make money, and to find them later when he had the ability.

"Stop!" the stall owner called Dirk.

"What's the matter?" Dirk asked coldly without looking back, turning his back to the stall owner.

"Disturbed me to talk to the VIPs, are you going to leave without an explanation?" the familiar voice of the stall owner sounded again.

"Big brother, he was the kid from yesterday, I don't know what means he used, he became what he is now. The high-pitched thug said firmly to the stall owner.

"Oh, boy, it's you. How much are you going to lose today?" said the stall owner with his head tilted and pointed his chin at Dirk.

"You don't want to take a penny from me today. Dirk Road.

"Okay, then the old rules, we'll take it ourselves!" said the stall owner with a wave of his hand, and the thugs surrounded Dirk.

The familiar ancestral soul fluctuations reappeared, and Dirk scanned the people around him with cold eyes, are you going to war?

"Maka, why is it so noisy outside?" a feminine voice came, and a young man of about twenty years old appeared beside the stall owner.

This young man is very ordinary-looking, and belongs to the kind of person who is thrown on the street and cannot be recognized. Knowing that the robe he was wearing was not ordinary. This is an enchanted robe issued by the Enchanter's Guild Office.

Most enchanters possess this robe, which is a symbol of their strength.

"Master Fuer, why did you come out. Take a good rest, it's all done right away. The stall owner showed a flattering expression, bowed slightly to make himself a head shorter than the young man, and said respectfully.

"It's okay, it's just that I felt an enchanter's breath inside, and I was afraid that you would suffer, so I came out to take a look. Faure said lightly.

"You're an enchanter?" Dirk asked first.

"How do you talk to the master?!, this is the great Fore Enchanter!" said the stall owner hurriedly.

The young man, known as Fuer, enjoyed the compliments from the stall owner, and it was because of the stall owner's attitude that he chose to cooperate with the stall.

Fore glanced at Dirk and quickly looked away. In his eyes, the young man in front of him who was surrounded was dressed gorgeously, but there was a lot of dust on it, as well as holes caused by the beating yesterday. It's like a down-and-out rich kid.

He can see a lot of people who are bombarded out of the family because of their lack of ability, and in his eyes, this kind of person is equivalent to waste. Not only is his eyes above the top, but he also has no real talent, how can he be compared to a noble enchanter.

Fore turned to the stall owner and said, "Looks like I'm overthinking, Maca, hurry up and get rid of this waste and come in and talk about things." "Say that, turn around and walk back to the tent.

"Stop!" Dirk called out to Faure as he tried to return to the tent.

Fore stopped, turned to look at Dirk, his eyes full of disdain, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Who do you say is trash?" Dirk's cold voice rang out.

Instead of answering Dirk, Fore turned to the maca stall owner not far away and said, "This eastern bazaar is really neglected, and everything is put in it. Maca, I want his teeth, all of them. In exchange, I'll give you a free set of attack enchantment reels. ”

Hearing the free enchanted scroll, Maca's eyes lit up. He immediately replied, "Master Fuer, don't worry, this kid won't have a single tooth left from today." Then he turned to Dirk and said, "Boy, your fate is not good today." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, but the thugs next to him raised their fists one after another, ready to teach Dirk a lesson.

Dirk finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the fluctuations belonging to the soul song around his body quietly spread, and a clear young figure gradually appeared behind him. As the young figure appeared, the brilliant light streaks gradually changed, turning into a pair of eyes imprinted on Dirk's forehead.

Seeing this, several thugs stayed there, and their raised fists did not dare to fall. Killing one or two ordinary people in the slums, even the children of down-and-out rich families, has nothing. But they would never dare to move the Spirit Whisperer.

At this time, Dirk's eyes were open, with the vicissitudes of Cangjie that had gone through thousands of years, and the majesty that belonged to the ancestral soul.

"Spirit...... Spirit...... The Spirit Whisperer ......, "The thug who grabbed Dirk at the beginning was already incoherent, he never expected that the child he was bullying turned out to be a Spirit Whisperer.

You know, the Whisperer wants to kill them as easily as eating and drinking. And the aristocracy would not help these untouchables from the slums.

The maca stall owner was also surprised by Dirk's mutation. Now he just wanted to give the ten gold coins he had taken yesterday as a progressive hand. It can envelop these brothers because his foolish spirits are more outstanding, and the spirits will not collapse. Because of this, he knew better than the average person the horror of the Spirit Whisperer.

"Whose teeth did you want?" Dirk's cold voice passed through the dazed crowd and into Fore's ears.

"It's really a bit capable, but your strength as a newly-known spirit whisperer isn't enough to show off your might in front of me!" As Fu Er spoke, the six-pointed star circle under his feet appeared out of thin air, and an old man with white hair appeared behind him. The old man held a long feather pen in his left hand and a parchment roll in his right hand, as if he was concentrating on writing something.

At the same time as the spirit appeared, so did Fore. There was originally a bracelet on his wrist, but at this time it turned into a long feather pen and held it in For's hand. The feather pen shook slightly, and a strange fluctuation spread out.

"You don't think you're the only one in the world. Fore raised his haughty head and looked at Dirk haughtily.

"The enchanter's ancestors are just the ancestors, in my opinion, your achievements are completely dependent on the blessing of your ancestors, without this spirit, you will be an apprentice for the rest of your life. Dirk replied without hesitation. At this time, his eyes were full of pride.

"Sharp teeth. Say it all, you won't be able to get out of here alive today. At this time, there was already a murderous intent looming in Fuer's eyes.

"Since you're an enchanter, do you dare to make a bet with me?" Dirk said.

"Hehe, bet on what?" Dirk didn't expect such an answer, Fore asked with a smile.

"Gamble!" replied Dirk