Older people know how terrible the "Brick of Eternal Repentance" is, which claims that even the soul will be imprisoned, and it doesn't matter if there are some hard-nosed heroes who are not willing to "beg for mercy" after death, and insist on leaving their faces inside the "Brick of Eternal Repentance", merciful priests will write your name on your skull so that future generations will not know who you are.

Well, since the [Year of Twilight] has passed, the [Year of Twilight] has arrived, and this custom has slowly become less prosperous with the "silence" of the gods, but the lack of prosperity does not mean that priests do not intend to make a few "bricks of eternal confession" to repair the church.

"Uh, alright, Pastor Al, please stop scaring this hapless fellow." Sir Dick reluctantly stopped this terrible conversation, but as the lord of Shell Village, and the former head of the former Wolf Skull mercenary group present, he must step up to solve this matter and pacify the high-ranking mages whose majesty has been challenged, and the terrifying priests who love the house and the black with their incomparably favored disciples.

In order to appease the anger of the two terrible and ruthless characters, and also to save the life of this brute who did not know whether to live or die, Sir Dick opened his mouth and scolded Bethrod, saying that he would drop him on the beam of the village gate when the next "Muguang Day" came, but the Sea of Mists did not have a few "Muguang days" a year, and the next time I don't know when it would be.

"As for this Bone Eater ring, I remember that I ordered it to be buried completely thirty years ago when the Wolf Skull mercenary group was on its last mission, right? Why does it still exist? ”

The usually mild-mannered Sir Dick's gray-brown eyes became as sharp as an eagle, and although he was only a priest, he did not dare to make a sound from the oppression of all the warriors on the scene.

Seeing that no one spoke, Sir turned his head and asked his wife, "Anlijia, I don't remember exactly, who was in charge of handling this cursed ring at that time?" ”

The scholar and lady of the knight sighed helplessly: "A certain innocent and cute little barbarian who wants to be the first barbarian spellcaster among the Northland barbarians. How self-motivated and industrious he was! I remember he seemed to be 19 years old that year. ”

Wutong Khan, a barbarian of the Northland who wants to be a spellcaster, remembers reading in the materials that the Northland Plateau on the other side of the sea seems to be the Arcane Desert cursed by the legendary god of Alpha Bokab, the Arcane Insulation Zone, which has caused it to become a strange area where the creatures living there only grow muscles and not brain cells, and the humanoids there are all illiterate

A certain barbarian who was once innocent and cute finally couldn't bear the huge psychological pressure, and poured out the whole thing that had been hidden for thirty years in frustration.

It turned out that a guy who wanted to become the first barbarian spellcaster in the Northlands did not dispose of the Bone Eater Ring after getting it, but was tempted by its special abilities and became the last curse object of the Bone Eater Ring.

It's a pity that the barbarian who quietly wears the Bone Eater Ring can't even release the most basic Tier 0 spells because his intelligence is too low, let alone the Bone Eater Ring that is parasitic on the cursed object and uses the effect of devouring the intelligence of the cursed object.

I don't know who was unlucky, a certain barbarian who was full of hope, found that he brought this magical ring, and failed to become a spellcaster, even if it was a pseudo-spellcaster, but instead raised this ring that would only devour the bones of the cursed target for ten years, and finally I didn't know if it was the bone eater ring, I really couldn't bear this kind of pit life, or met the conditions for lifting, it finally fell off the barbarian's finger.

In other words, he didn't use any of the power of this evil ring at all, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't, but he didn't cause any changes in the Bone Eater's ring.

Yesterday he was stimulated by someone for a moment of brain fever, and felt that nothing had happened to him after wearing this ring for ten years, thinking that it was in no danger except that he could not take it off and needed to be fed bones every day, and mischievously forced it on some hapless Trialist apprentice, thereby threatening the poor apprentice to send him 1,000 prey a day

"Do you think everyone in the world is as stupid as you?"

Even Baggio, the barkeeper who is also a former berserker, couldn't help but curse. "No wonder before "Wolf Skull" came to Ogalus Island, you insisted on staying on the mainland to practice, and one experience was ten years" Anjiali scholar suddenly said.

"This is trouble" Sir Dick, frowning deeply, glanced at Sycamore worriedly, which made Sycamore's heart go up and down, what do you mean?

"I don't believe you've forgotten the origin of this Demon Ring," Sir Dick glared sternly at the repentant brute, "Have you forgotten why Wolf Skull was forced to disband?" The only ring that came out of there, was a hoodoo in itself, and I had ordered it to be thrown back there, so why would he leave this important task to this brute whose father had forgotten to put it in his skull? ”

Sir Dick tapped on his temples in anguish, trying to remember what had happened.

"You vomited blood and fainted, and I was taking care of you." An Lijia shrugged.

Bar owner Baggio raised his hand: "I haven't broken my neck, everything else is broken." ”

"I woke up three months later." Chef Holguin raised his hand.

"I had an arm that wasn't broken!" The tanner Jill Sr. raised his hand.

"Me"

It's good, it turns out that only a certain brute can still move at that time.

Sycamore found that he seemed to have accidentally been involved in some terrible incident thirty years ago, and it seemed that the matter was not over.

"Although I didn't participate, I heard about it." The old mage glanced at the Bone Eater Ring on Wutong's hand with interest: "I didn't expect that one of the items that was taken out of there at that time was here with you. ”

Wutong was looked at by his teacher's hairy hair, for Mao he felt that the teacher had a strong desire for knowledge?

"Well, anyway, now that things are like this, the question now is, what to do with the abyssal aura that has been infected on my disciple's body" The old mage stared at the butcher with burning eyes: "Also, I would like to know how Mr. Bethrod intends to make up for the damage suffered by my dear disciple?" ”

Everyone, including Wutong, involuntarily felt a chill, as the richest and most "poor" person in Shell Village, the old mage's "habits" are well known to everyone.

"We'll talk about that later!"

Sir Dick looked at the brute who had suddenly lost all thoughts and had no desire to live, and pulled away from the terrible topic with a dry smile: "This demon-cursed ring is an evil item brought from that place, and it is clear that your apprentice has become a victim of it, and has been tainted with such a strong abyssal aura, Priest Al?" ”

Unexpectedly, the old priest shook his head regretfully: "The origin of the demon ring is not so simple, the abyss breath comes from the Lord of All Evil, it represents the entire abyss, and it is not something that can be eliminated by the mercy of a god of nature, and simple prayer and the baptism and purification of holy water are not enough to eliminate its existence." ”

Wutong, who didn't understand what a group of NPCs were saying here with a long sigh, knew that this quest triggered by himself didn't seem to belong to the trial island area, and it wasn't a task he could complete now, and I was afraid that it would have to wait a long time before it could be activated.

"However, the abyssal breath is not a simple killing and original sin, as long as he maintains his own firm will, there is still hope to resist the infection of the abyssal breath in a short time."

The priest changed his tone and looked at Wutong worriedly: "The only thing I am worried about is that his strength is too weak now, and I am not sure if he will be able to hold out until we find a solution." ”

"Until then, let him wear that fun toy mask." Pastor Al stared at the mask of lies on Sycamore's face with interest, "I'm curious, where did you get these interesting toys?" ”

Toy? Wutong sweated, the lie mask, the cloak, and the eternal wand on his body were all equipment that was almost cheating, and in the mouths of these NPCs, they were just "toys", what kind of terrible world background is "Endless" in?

Finding that the old mage was also staring at him with inquiring eyes, Sycamore had no choice but to betray the stargazer.

"The Association of Star Whisperers?" The old mage snorted, and the old priest frowned visibly, but he didn't say anything, but Sir Dick said earnestly: "Everyone's life and opportunities are arranged by fate, and during the trial period, we cannot interfere with the fate of any trialist, so I hope you can keep your heart, don't let your soul be completely infected by the breath of the abyss, and don't be misled by those who have delusions." ”,

Fantasy guys? Does it refer to the sea watcher? What do you mean? I don't understand!

Wutong took the opportunity to ask, "What is the abyss breath?" Do I have all these blood halos on my body? ”

"You will know later, you just have to remember to learn to control your power, and not to be enslaved by it," Sir Dick, who was not about to explain, was halfway through his words, when he suddenly burst into laughter, "Ah, it is your teacher's job to teach you. ”

Wutong, who hadn't understood all night, had no choice but to cast his eyes on his nominal teacher, and the old mage snorted: "Complete your trial task first!" But from now on, I'm going to start teaching you harshly to become a qualified mage, and you'd better be mentally prepared for the worst. ”

Wutong sweated for a moment, and he seemed to see the picture of his little vault quickly drying up.

The old mage's eyes fell on the barbarian butcher, who was holding his breath and shrinking his body as much as possible to avoid attracting attention: "I think it is a reasonable claim for Mr. Bethrod to bear the cost of my disciple's studies for the period before becoming a trainee mage. "Obviously, the old mage who protects the short has no intention of sparing the hapless Mr. Butcher.

"What? Are you kidding? Do you know how much money it takes to train a mage? Don't even think about it! You are insulting Uncle Bethrod's IQ! Duel! Uncle Besrode wants to duel with you~"

He fell down softly, and quickly snorted loudly behind the butcher, revealing Sir Dick's smiling face: "Of course, as apprentices who choose to conduct trials in our village, we also have the obligation to assist Master Belial in cultivating him, and I believe that everyone present will be happy to teach him anything that interests him!" ”

Sir Dick knew very well that as a high-level mage, would Mage Belial not know the resources and expenses required to train a trainee mage? What's more, with a beautiful [sleep technique] just now, Sir Dick himself, who easily brought down the barbarian with a sad magic resistance, is also a spellcaster-

Trouble: I'm already starting to break out in a cold sweat, but fortunately I'm not the kind of person who votes for hundreds of votes at a time~