The autumn wind blows, and the branches of the tall trees in the woods are black and cracked, and the yellowed leaves fall one after another, and the branches of the trees cut the sky into pieces one by one, mottled and scattered on the wooden houses, and swayed with the scattered leaves.

"I'm sick!"

Ari pushed open the wooden door, looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him, and said seriously.

This is a large wooden house made roughly, and as far as the wooden house is concerned, it can be said to be built in a primitive nature, close to ecology. But in iResearch's words - it's a waste of natural, pollution-free, haze-free, formaldehyde-free...... There are a lot of bad environments! To summarize it simply, what kind of special thing is also a human habitation?

The inside of the room is also extremely simple, except for a bed, there is only a large magic test bench that occupies most of the room, and it is cluttered with all kinds of demonic blood and mysterious potions of unknown ingredients.

Ari left the castle early in the morning and came here on his own because of the conversation he had heard yesterday, and since Gurley and Peya hadn't told him directly, indicating that they didn't want him to worry, he decided to find out first.

The white-bearded old man was busy with his back to Ari, and the clattering of bottles and cans came from the pockets on his waist. There was a magic lamp lit above his head, and six magic crystals the size of little fingers were inlaid on the six corners of the magic array, forming a mysterious six-pointed star magic array, emitting a soft but not dazzling light, illuminating the room.

When Ari entered, he didn't even look at it, he was engrossed in an unknown experiment, and Ari saw him reach out his right hand and lift a bottle containing a purple potion and pour it into the blue potion container he was holding in his left hand.

"Peng!"

As soon as the two tubes of potion touched, they exploded violently, and the potion touched his left hand, making a zizi sound, and his hands were covered with traces of potion corrosion, and the white ballast bones were exposed!

The white-bearded old man's face remained unchanged, as if it was not his palm, and he calmly took out a tube of green medicine from his waist and wiped it on his palm, the corroded place in his palm was healing rapidly, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old man with the white beard was named Garthas, a potions master who lived in the mountains and forests far from the village. The people of the village did not dare to disturb him, and everyone knew that a magician was not necessarily a potions master, but a potions master must be a magician.

Magicians have a very high status on the mainland, and the general aristocracy treats magicians extremely friendly, even if they don't deliberately stammer, they will be respectful. But the Potions Master made everyone look awe-struck, awe-struck with alienation.

Because the potions master has been exposed to all kinds of strange potions all year round, his temper is generally more eccentric, but the main reason is because of danger, very dangerous!

There are often rumors on the mainland that potions masters have made mistakes in their mixing experiments, resulting in the death of entire nearby towns!

But the Potions Master also usually represents a miracle, and for many seemingly incurable diseases, perhaps the Potions Master can have a different solution.

So, if anyone could know about his problems, Gathers might be one.

Back in time to half a year ago, it was the first time they met, when Ari was still a child who had never been in the world, well, it was still a sunny morning, and Ari had just won precious freedom from his parents, but suddenly he was pulled by a white-bearded old man on the street, Garthas, stared at him for a long time, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "You are sick"

I'm afraid anyone who is said to be sick for no reason, right? Ari was very unhappy, and immediately looked at him with the eyes of a nervous disease, and told him with his eyes, you are sick, and your whole family is sick!

Although respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue, but now with Eri's age, you can definitely enjoy the highest level of child-friendly treatment, and your old man's age may not be up to the standard, not to mention that even if you reach the level of respecting the elderly, everyone is just equal, you are old, I am young, everyone is a special group, why do you insult me.

If it weren't for the crowd on the street, Ari promised not to summon Fantesey out and kill him! Who has such a bad reputation for others? He is still a cucumber boy, what if he is misunderstood by others, what if he is misunderstood, how can he solve the problem of being single!

Before Ari could attack, Garthus looked carefully and again, and suddenly shook his head and said.

"You're not sick. ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, Ari is really angry now, you can go, make it clear!

So when Garthers did the experiment the next day, the two tubes of potions that needed to be fused each had flame grass and white phosphorus powder......

......

"You're not sick!" Garthus said lightly, looking at the uninvited Ari.

"I'm sick!" "I'm sick!" Ari was a little distressed, he had heard that he was so brain-dead that he was asked to prove that he was himself, but he didn't expect that now he would have to prove that he was really sick one day.

"Master, you must have seen something, as a respected master, I hope you can help me!" Garthas was the only one other than his parents who might have known anything about his symptoms.

"You're not sick anymore. Garthus said half-heartedly.

"You're trying to say it's not a disease, it's a fate?" said Ari tentatively.

Garthas's eyes lit up, and he affirmatively agreed: "Yes, this is fate, your fate. ”

Oriental fantasy is also recognized, why does Western fantasy also play like this? Ari was a little unwilling: "I think it can be rescued, it's a pity that such a lovely imperial flower has withered." ”

Garthus looked at him suspiciously, "What a mess. ”

Despite this, Garthus still let him come closer, stretched out his thin arm, put it on Ari's shoulder, and after outputting the magic power into Eri's body, he frowned and said, "Sure enough, it's a curse, how can someone use such a powerful curse on a child?"

"Is the curse magic?" Hearing the conversation between his parents yesterday, Ari was a little curious.

"Yes, it's curse magic, now most of the magicians are elemental magicians, and even the vast majority of magicians don't know, in addition to the seven systems of elemental magic, there is also the existence of spiritual magic, curse magic is a kind of spiritual magic, belongs to the dark magic in the spiritual magic, once in the ancient magic era, there were black magicians who put forward the concept of magic on the dark side of magic, this kind of black magic with amazing lethality, developed in that era and then popularized all over the world. Later, in order to prevent its power from being too strong and bring disaster to future generations, it was once sealed. I didn't expect to see it now. Garthers nodded, and then said with some doubts: "Now I haven't heard of anyone on the continent being promoted to a holy magister, and the archmage can't release such a powerful curse power according to reason." ”

"Maybe it's the Holy Magister?" said Ari with a laugh.

"Don't say if there is a Holy Magister on the continent, and even if there is, the Holy Magister will use a curse to deal with you?" Garthers looked at him with disdain.

"Is the archmagister going to use curse magic against me?" retorted Ari.

"It makes sense, too. Garthus was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said. Then his expression became serious: "Then there is only one possibility!"