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A heavy staff about 1.8 meters long, made of stainless steel and entangled in delicate relief of red gold in the shape of a razer, with a magic crystal stone three centimeters in diameter embedded in the snake's teeth at the top. That weight is hard to wield with the boy's current arm strength.

Just like that, the heavy, hard staff smashed him to the ground.

"Wait a minute, Master!" The boy endured the pain and sat on the ground, leaning his back against the kitchen counter and covering his shoulders in severe pain, and it was difficult to breathe for a while, "You don't have to be so angry, breakfast will be ...... right away"

"Shut up, shameless little! You know what an important day it is! Can't you just get up early and get to work? ”

The one who struck with the rod was the prophet.

The same tall and tall body as the staff, although it has the common problem of weak physique of mages, but the arm strength is not small, and he has never been sick since the boy met him. In fact, he is over 60 years old, he looks only about 50 years old, and his wrinkles are rare, but he is full of energy and energy. Snow-white eyebrows drooped, piercing eyes, and beneath his waist-length proud snow-white goatee were leather shirts made of some kind of monster on the other side of the sea and trousers of unknown fabric that shimmered with metallic sheen. There was a faint gurgling sound from under his shirt, and the boy knew that it was a gold silk vest inside, and ordinary daggers and arrows could not penetrate it.

The boy was well aware that in addition to this gold silk vest, the Prophet had a lot of protective measures to carry with him. It's hard to kill a top-tier mage who knows and is careful.

As for the shoddy excuse of "getting up late so beating people", the boy almost didn't laugh out loud when he heard it. The old bastard is just in an anxious mood just because today is the day of the meteorite fall, and he wants to beat people to relieve his anger. He got up a little earlier than usual to work. Besides, it is estimated that the prophet must have predicted what time the boy would get up today as early as last night, otherwise he would not have been beaten so much last night, until he was sure that the boy would get up earlier than usual tomorrow morning.

He saw the Prophet breathe out of his nose and slowly stood up on his knees.

He had been an apprentice to the old bastard for three years, and he had been abused for three years, and the latter had an increasingly eccentric personality. I heard that except for a few old friends when I was young, they have all betrayed their relatives. The most typical example is that yesterday, the prophet's best friend, Teleported the Emperor, came to deliver the goods, but was scolded and left in anger, and someone else would have broken off the friendship a long time ago.

The boy lowered his head and hid his anger, and was just about to continue cooking, when suddenly the words of the prophet came from behind him. Low and cold, as if the voice came from a bottomless abyss, the previous anger disappeared without a trace, and the boy's heart could not help but tremble.

"Forty-second ...... Source Phoenix. You kid, it's almost time to give up assassinating me, right? ”

"Huh? Master, I don't! ”

Indeed, the boy named Yuanhuang was very angry, and had tried to assassinate the Prophet several times in the past three years to escape from this place, but in the face of powerful high-level foreknowledge magic, those assassination plans were stillborn before they could be carried out. However, he didn't have anything on his mind at the moment.

"Alas, I thought that today was an important day, and mana should be saved. But it doesn't cost much. The Prophet stared at Yuan Huang with cold eyes looking down on the ants, touched his right hand towards the staff, and then slowly pulled out a fierce electric current, rushing between the palm of his hand and the magic crystal at the end of the staff. Whispered: "Electric shock." ”

With a big wave of his hand.

A blinding blue and white electricity the thickness of his wrist immediately surged from the Prophet's palm towards the Source Phoenix, enveloping the latter's entire body in an instant. The sound of zila is accompanied by the screams of the boys, mixed with the burnt smell of the padded jacket. As if entangled in electricity, the latter was in great pain, and fell to the ground with his head in his hands, knocking over the kitchen table and chairs, and convulsed.

Nearly five seconds, after the pain for Yuan Huang was longer than ever, the air in the kitchen wafted with a faint smell of burning. Yuan Huang's padded jacket had already emitted a few muffs of white smoke, and he couldn't move.

Even the moans of pain were barely audible.

Seeing this, the Prophet stroked his beard with satisfaction, exhaled a puff of turbid air from his nose, raised his chin slightly, and said, "We won't be able to serve breakfast in ten minutes, so let's continue." Then he turned and left.

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Huang stood up and reluctantly got up from the ground, trembling everywhere all over his body. He felt that his body was no longer his own, and he did not obey the call at all, but he still had to get up and continue to work, otherwise he would really be electrocuted again.

Uh-huh...... My hands were shaking so badly that my whole body hurt.

People have different reactions to long-term suffering – some people are autistic and depressed, some people are desperate and give up, some people are angry and resistant, and Yuanhuang is the third case.

If it hadn't been for the electric shock that caused him to tremble all over, the original situation would have been "Yuan Huang suddenly slit the throat of the Prophet with a kitchen knife". He had been observing for a long time, and whenever he smelled the aroma of herbal porridge, the Prophet would occasionally close his eyes and take a deep breath, and would not open his eyes until he exhaled. This breath lasts up to three seconds, which is enough. Due to the inconvenience of cooking porridge every day, Yuan Huang has been waiting for this moment for a long time, but it is still in vain.

Eleven minutes later, Yuan Huang brought all the breakfast to the table in front of the prophet.

More than a minute.

But unexpectedly, he didn't get beaten? The old bastard is getting more and more obedient and elusive. Maybe it's because today is really important, and I'm going to save mana. However, after the fact, Yuan Huang realized that the guess was too simple.

In this way, the Prophet was reading a book and eating a hearty breakfast, while Yuan Huang sat on the ground like a dog, spreading out the newspaper, pulling the porridge with his hands and a piece of dried hard bread beside him.

To be honest, Yuan Huang's treatment this morning is about the same as usual, this is the daily life.

Weird, right?

If the prophet really hated Yuan Huang to such an extent, he would simply drive him away, why did he have to accept him as a nominal apprentice in the first place? If the Prophet really had sadistic tendencies, he would have bought a more honest slave, so why did he have to keep the boy who was bent on assassinating him? If there was a guy who managed to assassinate him forty-two times in foresight, he would have been a killer a long time ago.

But the prophet couldn't.

Not only could he not drive away, nor could he kill, or even destroy the Phoenix, but the Prophet had to keep the latter with sound limbs and conscious minds. This must be the case, otherwise the life of the prophet will not be saved.

The situation on both sides is very uncomfortable. Because the prophet's temper is getting worse and worse, coupled with the fact that Yuan Huang is not easy to fool, there are many fundamental factors that have caused the relationship between the two to collapse step by step to the point where it is now. After all, Yuanhuang was originally cheated by someone.

The biggest reason is that

After the prophet finished eating, he turned around and threw a bottle of viscous poison with a dark purple color to Yuan Huang, and sneered, "Drink it." ”

Yuan Huang twitched his cheek, pulled off the cork and drank it all.

This poison that seals mana has had to be drunk every morning since Yuan Huang became the Prophet's apprentice.

Every day.

…… Corrections are made almost daily.

This is the third day that Yuanhuang has not drunk. He took advantage of the gap between his neck and drank the medicine, and quickly poured all the poison into the collar of the padded jacket, where a thin box made of folded newspapers had already been prepared, and filled with cotton in the padded jacket to absorb the poison. Of course, he had tried various ways to secretly pour out the poison before, but he would be immediately discovered. This extremely dark liquid can get on the chin or collar and expose the filling if you are clumsy.

Three days, a new record.

Ha, it seems that the overheard is true! This old bastard can only predict until noon today, otherwise he would have realized by magic that I didn't drink the sealing poison! It's almost time to regain some mana today. Yuan Huang secretly smiled when he thought of this.

The Prophet really didn't notice it, but he also smiled with his back to the source because of what was on his mind

Little cub, I can finally kill you today.