"Are you my dad?"

Little Geralf, who had not yet learned to walk, lay on the ground, biting his fingers, staring curiously at the black-robed man in front of him, his big shining eyes full of antiquity.

"It's not!" The black-robed man shook his head.

Little Geralf was stunned, the expectation on his immature face gradually turned into disappointment, he sniffed, and suddenly cried "wow": "I... I miss Mom and Dad. ”

"Okay, don't cry, give you candy!" The black-robed man smiled, took out a white bone stick from the darkness, and handed it to little Geralf.

"Sugar!"

The word seemed to have a magical power, and in an instant little Geralf stopped crying, and his eyes lit up as he stared at the slender bone stick called "Sugar", and his greedy hara was about to flow down, and he caught it with his little hand.

"Why isn't it sweet?" Little Geralf licked the bone stick in his hand, and his tear-stained little face was full of doubt.

"Just lick it a little longer." A wicked smile appeared at the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, looking at this chubby snot baby with interest.

"Little one, my name is Bison, what about you?"

"Geralph Clinton."

……

Swear to the Almighty Deity that Geralf's greatest wish in this life is simply to pass next month's magic test and become a full-fledged magician!

In that way, he will be able to receive a stable salary of 100 gold coins in the Magic Temple every month, change into decent clothes, and spend money to repair his old mansion that is warm in summer and cool in winter, so that his life will be more comfortable.

The most important thing is that he can slowly save money until he can buy the 999 gold pair of Mary Jane heels and give them to Esmeralda as a gift.

"Fire Magic: Dragon Fire Dance!"

"Wind Magic: Wind Blade!"

"Earth Magic: Earth Shield!"

In the backyard of the ancestral house, in the weedy clearing, Geralf had a serious face and a serious expression, practicing magic over and over again, sweating profusely and sweating profusely, his shirt was soaked, and he didn't dare to stop and catch his breath.

It's time for the magic assessment, but the three magic he prepared to participate in the assessment are not proficient, sometimes they will fail and cannot be released, and sometimes the spell casting time is too long, so it is absolutely impossible!

The magic assessment has strict evaluation standards, and if a magic apprentice wants to pass the assessment, he must master at least three C-level magics, and the magic must be successfully cast at one time, and the casting time must not exceed 10 seconds!

"This time, I must pass the test and become a real magician!"

Geraff's face showed a hint of stubbornness, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

He is fifteen years old this year, he has just reached adulthood in the Azure Country, and everyone his age has long graduated from the Academy of Magic, and he is the only one who is still repeating grades, for which he is ridiculed by everyone.

If you don't pass this time, you will have to wait a year for the next assessment!

Geralf can't wait to get into that magical realm as a true magician!

……

It wasn't until late evening that Geralf finished his practice.

He went back to the house and took a shower, nibbled on a piece of hard black bread in the cold water, and then walked a few steps back to the bedroom, and once he fell into bed, he could not get up again.

"Magician......

In his slumber, he was still dreaming.

In the morning, Geralf slept soundly.

There was a sudden gust of white-haired wind in the north, and this ancestral house, which has a long history of more than 100 years, shook, and with a "click", the surrounding walls and ceilings collapsed and were completely scrapped!

And Geralf was unfortunately buried under the rubble!

"Ahem, ahem...... How could I be so unlucky! Geraff was stunned, struggling to tear away the boulders and bricks that were pressing down on him, and came out of the dust.

He stood up straight, his eyes swept around, looking at the ancient ancestral house that had completely fallen to his knees, his face was full of helplessness, he had thought that this house would last another month or two, and insisted on it until he became a magician and received money to repair it.

It doesn't seem necessary anymore.

He was an orphan who had never met his parents, and it was heard that they had died when he was born, leaving him only the old and dilapidated ancestral house and a maid named Fili.

Fili was a very nice man, and she fed Geralf responsibly for two years, after which she swept away the few possessions of the family: a gilded table clock, a tiger skin blanket, and three silver wine glasses.

Leave overnight!

In fact, Geralf is still very grateful to Fili, he grew up drinking the latter's breast milk, without Fili, he would have died a long time ago, and he would not have met Bison......

As for the ancestral house where he had lived for fifteen years, his feelings were even deeper, and now it was suddenly scrapped, and the only relic left to him by his parents, whom he had never met, was now gone.

Thinking of this, his eyes gradually moistened.

"Where will I stay in the future......

Geralf sighed, feeling even more worried, and he leaned against the broken wall beside him, and walked towards the courtyard.

Just as he walked out of the bedroom, he accidentally tripped over a stone, stumbled, and fell straight to the ground......

However, half of the rusty steel bar happened to be stuck diagonally in the place where he fell!

Not good!

Geraff noticed this scene and felt his scalp tingle!

He hurriedly condensed the magic power in his body to the soles of his feet, trying to stabilize his body, but due to the effect of inertia, he didn't have time at all, and he fell to the ground heavily!

"Poof!"

The steel pierced Geralf's neck with a burst of crimson blood!

Geralf lay on the ground, his body convulsing, and a low, painful moan came from his mouth, like the wail of a dying beast.

After a minute or so, he stopped moaning, he no longer twitched, he remained motionless like a corpse, as if he were dead!

"Shhh It hurts! ”

The next moment, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, the corners of his mouth were still bleeding, and there were steel bars stuck in his neck, jumping everywhere vigorously, and he kept baring his teeth and shouting in pain.

If such a strange scene is seen, it will definitely cry out to hell!

Geralf took out half of the mirror from the nearby ruins, pointed the mirror at himself with his left hand, and held the steel bar stuck in his neck with his right hand, his expression was very indifferent, and he pulled it out in one breath, and the blood was wild!

A clear reflection emerged from the mirror, a hideous blood hole entrenched in the center of his neck, blood gurgling down the wound, and the appearance was extremely seeping.

Geraff calmly looked at his strange appearance, as if he was no longer surprised, he pursed his lips, and slowly counted: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5......"

The blood that flowed out gradually coagulated, the wound was growing at a visible rate, new flesh and blood soon grew, and the original Hessian blood hole was slowly healing......

By about 40 seconds, the wound had formed a bloody scab.

Geralf raised his hand to tear off the bloody scab, revealing his white skin like a newborn baby, and the horrific wound was gone......

He looked at himself in the mirror, patted his face vigorously, and muttered a little confused:

"I ...... Still human? ”