What is your best witchcraft?

Maybe it's detecting monsters, or levitation - or maybe there's no magic at all.

It's better to say that he's just an ordinary official-level wizard anyway, and it's normal to have no smug witchcraft.

…… That's right. He is neither a genius like Mr. Roland who knows everything, nor is he as rich and noble as the eldest lady of the Crowley family. I have never met any good teachers, nor have I had any good friends.

Just as the son of a businessman, he usually goes out to play when he has nothing to do, and when he is in the mood, he casually learns to read and write and settle accounts at home, waiting to inherit the family business in the future.

An Ruosi has maintained such an ordinary fate and spent twelve years in an extremely normal way.

This period of dull, ordinary and even uneventful days is the time that An Ruosi misses the most.

However, on the day of Ann Ruosi's twelfth birthday, he was discovered to have a remarkable talent for wizarding.

He couldn't survive in Carral like this. In this land of fearful and hateful sorcery for no reason, anyone other than a druid with the ability to cast spells will be attacked and slaughtered by the Karars for no reason.

So, when he was twelve years old, he had to leave his hometown, leaving behind his old father who had already grown silver threads on his head and his mother, whose sorrow was tangled in his face and could not be dissipated, and entered the White Tower alone to learn witchcraft.

By now, he had joined a certain line of White Tower nobles and got a good job in it.

- An Ruosi has been waiting for the day when she can change her fate.

And the wizard boy was being tied to a pillar with thick hemp rope at the moment, and his hands were tied behind his back.

Yes. His identity was discovered.

Captain Macen disappeared before breakfast. Without the threat of the vicious man with a scar on his face, the wanderers who had nothing to do in the inn every day quickly turned their sinister gaze at An Ruosi.

The civilians had just looked at him with white fingers and a cowardly tone. I want to kidnap him and knock out a little money. But with a reminder from one of them who knew a little more common sense, they soon discovered that they appeared to have kidnapped a wizard.

Naturally, these civilians were frightened at first. But after they politely asked An Ruosi was just a wizard apprentice. The courage of the mob grew immediately, and at the same time they were deeply ashamed of their previous cowardice.

This group of ignorant civilians could not comprehend the unity of the wizards of the White Tower, nor could they understand the meaning of a wizard apprentice who graduated with full honors.

But they knew that, at least for now, the wizard would not summon the dreaded lightning or flames to kill him.

So An Ruosi's mouth was stuffed with filthy and smelly rags by the mob, tied to a pillar and beaten at will.

His right wrist had been broken with a thick wooden stick, and his knee was covered in blood and dirt. Although he was not handsome, his face was no longer as clean as before, and it was full of bruises, and large bruised blood marks were as if they had been scratched by the claws of beasts.

Anyway, wizards and priests don't enjoy legal protection in Karaal, and they directly fight at the point of Anjosi. I don't care what happens if someone dies.

There was a hook punch that An Ruosi still remembers vividly - that punch came from the right side of the face, and after being hit, An Ruosi's brain suddenly went blank.

He had two of his teeth knocked out. Blood gushed from the mouth and nose.

At that time, An Ruosi did not cry out in pain. He didn't even care about his injuries, just stared intently at the single-rimmed glasses that had been knocked to the ground.

"Please ......"

He only had time to say a slurred word, and a new round of beatings had already arrived.

A crisp breaking sound came, and in the crowd of excited people, An Ruosi's glasses were unconsciously trampled on by someone.

They didn't care about the sound of breaking under their feet, nor did they care about the vague whispers that flashed through An Ruosi's mouth. Or for them, it is normal to cry out in pain after being beaten.

The civilians, who thought they were killing a demon, took the courage to beat Anros. They even went home and brought their own children. Every child who dares to make a move on Ann Ruosi will be praised by these swingers.

As a result, the world in front of An Ruosi was once again shrouded in fists and foul language.

The unjustified beating again continued for about forty minutes.

In the end, the reason for the cessation was not that people were intolerant and compassionate, but that they were tired.

These mobs take it for granted that mercy is for humanity, for one's own kind. How can a man have mercy on the devil?

- Even though they don't know what the word "demon" means. At best, it can be interpreted as a "very bad, very bad witch".

From the time they were young, their father and grandfather would tell them at bedtime terrible stories of witches and witches cutting out the hearts of children, and about the joy of people when they burned witches and hanged wizards. And for the question they have about it when they are still young. It was in this tone that the adults said, "Mercy for the devil is the greatest weakness and stupidity. ”

No need to understand. There is no doubt about it. They were told by their own adults that they just needed to memorize these things.

And they naturally passed on the bedtime stories of the previous generation from generation to generation. Even though they don't know the origin of these stories. They don't know how true these stories are, but they are determined to let their children "believe and understand" these stories of blood and hatred, and proudly call them "the cultural heritage of the Caral people".

In Anroth's opinion, this is nothing more than a bunch of dull beasts.

He was completely incomprehensible to the actions of these people.

They are not for glory or for faith, their hatred is hollow, and their seemingly noble thoughts are nothing more than the vomit of those who have stolen the minds of the truly noble.

It is precisely because of this that Ann Ruosi does not understand the meaning of their actions. Therefore, he did not feel the slightest sense of being bullied. The stigma of abuse, and the damage to self-esteem.

In An Ruosi's opinion, being beaten by this group of people is like being accidentally grabbed and bitten by a group of hyenas. The pain that could only be inflicted by being hurt by her own kind was completely absent from Anroth.

The group seemed to be tired and walked out of the warehouse one by one. But he didn't let go of An Ruosi's meaning.

Either they were going to take a break and then "punish" Ann Jos a second time......

Either that, they were going to have a divine judgment and put Anros to death.

"Wait for your death, villain!"

An old-fashioned wanderer with dark skin and a well-dressed shirt spat maliciously at An Ruosi before going out, but the thick phlegm did not resist gravity, and did not fall on An Ruosi, but only on the fragment of glasses that was not much more complete than the fragments.

"Huh...... Who the hell is the villain? ”

An Ruosi muttered indistinctly, looking up at the sky outside through the broken ceiling of the warehouse.

…… I can't see it clearly.

He lost his glasses, and blood soaked his eyes again. An Ruosi's vision was blurred by this.

Speaking of which, it seems that I have seen such a vague view myself at first?

Thinking of this, An Ruosi suddenly froze in place.

When?

"When I was a kid."

He whispered, affirmatively.

It was when he was eleven years old that An Ruosi met an elegantly dressed person when he went out to play.

The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, black hair and black eyes, and was very tall, about 1.9 meters. It feels like a scholar with a polite literary quality.

Although this person seemed to give people a very comfortable feeling, An Ruosi immediately had a feeling at that time-

This man is a liar.

But after An Ruosi told him about it unceremoniously, this liar who seemed to be very good didn't laugh angrily, not only didn't hurt An Ruosi in anger, but also gave him one of his glasses, and taught An Ruosi an interesting little trick very kindly.

And it was precisely because of that trick that An Ruosi realized that he had a talent for spell-casting.

An Ruosi's heart moved, and the rope that tied him firmly untied itself instantly.

There was no physical restraint to trap him.

Whether it's ropes, shackles, or mud blockades, he can open them as easily as a lock.

"It's better to say that I'm better to become a wizard," An Ruosi moved his wrist, and a dark golden metallic light faintly flashed in his eyes, "A half-baked wizard is better than an outstanding Jiangyang thief." ”

God pity you. Ann Ruosi first wanted to be a thief. (To be continued......)

PS: We're going to do an internship recently, so the update has been moved to the evening 233