"Natalia ......"

An Ruosi's mood is very complicated now, and the pace under his feet is a little slower.

She was the first female wizard An Ruosi knew after entering the White Tower. She is one year higher than An Ruosi, and she can be regarded as his senior sister.

Natalia is different from the average female wizard. Instead of choosing to become a Bewitched Witch, she became a boring and boring, repetitive and heavy enchantment wizard.

Enchantment wizards who specialize in the maintenance and reinforcement of items and enchantments are fine. But many enchantment wizards work in mines, underground, or in dangerous labs.

They are responsible for preventing rock formations from collapsing and protecting them from explosions, and they work more than fourteen hours a day, and the work of the enchantment wizards at the bottom is basically uncreative.

This is a department in which very few female wizards choose to specialize.

However, Natalia chose this department.

Perhaps because of her background in the Su Ze military department, Natalia doesn't like the way the witch stirs up conflicts and takes advantage of people's hearts. She told Ann Ruosi that she prefers people who are pure, kind, and don't have any scheming.

As a result, she was very tired of being around those bewitched witches who were always talking about it.

It is precisely because of this that among a large number of suitors, Natalia finally chose the scheming An Ruosi.

In the end, it was also because of her influence that An Ruosi chose to specialize in the enchantment system.

Under the influence of habit, even if An Ruosi later discovered that the talent of the star system was much higher than that of the enchantment system, he habitually used the method of casting the enchantment system on weekdays.

Come to think of it. An Ruosi couldn't help but sigh.

After leaving the small village of Karar at the age of twelve, Anrus went straight to the White Tower. Like a sponge, I studied desperately, absorbing all the knowledge I could get my hands on.

Until a little over a month ago. He just left the White Tower to find a mercenary group for a graduation internship.

From one early morning at the White Tower, Anrosi spent six days traversing the mountains of Fararu and another eight days crossing the plains of Karar and heading west into Bansar.

It was his first exposure to the outside world.

For more than twenty days before the holiday, he had been trekking, heading west. There are more than twelve hours a day on the road.

At the beginning, An Ruosi still had some complaints such as "why can't I use teleportation to hurry", "What is the point of this internship", and "My feet are blistered and won't be infected".

However, Ann Ruosi soon grew.

Spanning three countries. An Ruosi saw all kinds of customs and customs. The bookish aura of a scholar in him gradually faded under the sunlight, and became a warm and peaceful self-confidence.

In the past two months, he has witnessed the deer hunting process of the mountain people, tasted the smell of roast deer and roast rabbits without added spices, seen the crystal lake of Mount Farraro from afar, visited the tomb of the Duke of the White Wolf of Carral, got involved in the struggle between the nobles in Banza, joined a strange mercenary group of only two people, and escorted the daughter of the viscount from the forbidden land. Picked up Roland, fought several battles with the cultists, and returned to the White Tower to be beaten by the Lord of Violence......

There seems to be something strange mixed in with it, but there is no doubt about it. The two months of Anruos were much more fulfilling than the eighteen years before him combined.

An Ruosi could feel that the current self was different from the self that only knew about the study of witchcraft two months ago.

It's like smashing a crack in a room filled with water - after stepping into the formal level, the knowledge that An Ruosi has accumulated over the years explodes. Let his strength enter an unprecedented blowout period, and he can feel the improvement every day.

The day Ann Ruosi departed. He had just put on his formal wizard's robes.

And yesterday was beaten by the Lord of Violence, and after An Ruosi woke up, he felt that he had entered the black iron steps.

The Wizard's progression is similar to that of a Priest in a sense. Each time the advanced personality comes with subtle changes. And after entering the silver level, after the soul changes, it can almost become two completely different people.

An Ruosi could clearly feel that he was no longer as gentle as he had been when he left the White Tower.

Even with it, An Ruosi's thoughts about Natalia also faded a little.

An Ruosi's mood couldn't help but become complicated.

A faint panic gradually emerged from my heart.

He couldn't help but wonder if he could maintain his relationship with Natalia after he entered the bronze or even silver level and his soul was alienated.

And Natalia is also a wizard, can she remain consistent with herself?

Inexplicably, Roland and Claudia's faces flashed in front of An Ruosi's eyes.

An Ruosi stopped.

"Robert ......"

He hesitated and said, "Are we going to find Natalia now?" We've just come back, why don't you go to the tutor to report on the itinerary first? And Herlan is still sleeping there, in case she wakes up and can't find ......"

"-Are you scared?"

Robert interrupted An Ruosi's words softly, and An Ruosi turned his head blankly, only to find that Robert was just looking at him with a calm face.

An Ruosi felt her head explode with a buzz, and her eyes went blank.

Robert sighed.

"Peace of mind, Ann Ruosi," Robert rarely removed the smile that had always hung on his face, and also stopped his steps, turning to look at An Ruosi behind him, "I felt that way too. ”

"That's ...... How does it feel? ”

An Ruosi muttered and repeated.

"The feeling that the brain is so clear, the mood is flat, everything seems to be indifferent - do you mean that?"

Hearing Robert's words, An Ruosi turned his head away.

Robert nodded with satisfaction: "It seems so." ”

"Wait, Robert...... Is there anything wrong with this feeling? ”

An Ruosi's heart moved, and he asked suspiciously.

Robert, however, looked relaxed.

He put that smile back on his face and shook his head, "No, that's normal. This shows that you are the most orthodox kind of wizard, and you are not greedy for momentary strength and advance with special rituals...... Only in this way does it mean that you have enough to enter the Golden Tier. ”

…… And I, on the other hand, have lost that possibility.

Robert added mentally with a wry smile.

There was no reason why he had to be a great wizard anyway. Advance as quickly as possible and get a relatively high authority to memorize some more precious information is the king.

"Robert! Is this feeling permanent? Or will it subside later? ”

An Ruosi asked urgently.

"Permanently, of course. This is the only way for a wizard to evolve into a perfect being...... If wizards only use different levels of witchcraft to advance or not, wizards who focus on research won't advance at all, right? ”

Robert almost burst out laughing.

The smile on his face was as bright as the sun, and there was some malice in it that An Ruosi couldn't understand: "Why do you think your mentor doesn't want you to fall in love too early?" Do you really think he's worried that your relationship will delay your studies? ”

“…… Isn't it? ”

"Of course not."

Robert sighed deeply: "It's too easy for wizards to break the limits of the race. Especially those of you geniuses who have been taught by the tower master himself, you can basically reach the golden rank in the end. ”

"Just think about it, why those great wizards often have to think about the issue of heirs after their own advancement has become slow."

"Getting married, having children—this emotion comes from Ya'an's instinctive fear of death. It is precisely because of the thought of what will happen after death that people are ready to create the continuation of their lives. ”

In An Ruosi's eyes, Robert still had a smile on his face, but the smile gradually faded, as if he had thought of something.

"However, the more people know, the more they learn, and the more they see, the less afraid they are of death."

Robert was stark, the smile on his face twisted and melted into a look that bordered on mockery.

It's as if he's hating something for granted.

A tragic aura of being the enemy of the world welled up from his twisted smile. (To be continued.) )