The soul from another plane eats very seriously, to be precise, it is a sin not to be able to concentrate on the food at the moment, although it does not remember whether this famous quote should have been hung on the wall of the elementary school or in the corridor of the middle school, but the elastic eel meat has attracted its full attention, the white fish is delicious and full, the soup is rich, not fishy or bitter, and there is a hint of soft sweetness; the dry and hard bread is torn into small pieces and soaked for a while before becoming soft and glutinous, only the skin is still a little hard, but it is full of toughness, with a rich wheat aroma- So he had to give up bread and fish broth, and he could not be said to be very reluctant in the face of a boring but necessary entertainment. But it was none other than the silver-haired old mage who had come to express his apologies and gratitude.

"Sorry to disturb your dinner. The older mage hesitated for a moment: "But I think we will soon be separated, but before that, I must be addressed to you, and to your companions...... Sincerely, for the sake of my disciples, and for my duty......" He shook his hands with difficulty, after all, it was he and his disciple who were officially hired by the caravan master and not a guest by accident, who was injured and unable to cast spells while rescuing his disciple, and his disciple was looking for trouble rather than helping the future of the battle. His lightning spell had hit a dozen or so dwarf dragons, but it had also hit two mercenaries, leaving dendritic shock marks on their chests and backs, but fortunately he was able to save his life after Mei Mi prayed and cast a healing spell, and he had made a mistake by casting a fireball that nearly burned the reed boat next door, and if it hadn't been for Cremar's timely help, a gust of wind had it not been for Cremar's timely return to extinguish the flames...... And, blah, blah, blah, blah Although the mercenaries and apprentices did not dare to tie them up and throw them directly into the swamp because they were spellcasters, it was almost inevitable that they would be given a few blank eyes and a cold reception that bordered on ignorance.

He chattered for a long time. It can be said that he was embarrassed, and euphemistically explained to the black-haired young mage why his disciple was so ...... Stupid, of course he didn't think so, he just felt that his disciples were just inexperienced, of course, there was no shortage of praise and praise for Cremar, he also left his name, promising that he would not hesitate to lend a helping hand when they needed it, and he also left some scrolls, and a few spell-casting materials, both as a thank you and a hush money—the older mage was ashamed and uneasy to offer, if he could. He hoped that they would not be too provocative about what had happened in the past few days, especially about his disciples.

"And those people?" said Gülen, holding the bowl of soup, gesturing with his eyes to the apprentices and mercenaries who were noisy and trying to get some eel to make the soup.

"I've already spoken to the master of the caravan," said the older mage, "I give up all commissions, he'll keep the kids silent, and as for the mercenaries," he sighed slightly, "I still have some healing potions here." ”

"So it's just us," the thief said maliciously, accentuating the pronunciation of "we."

"Uh, that ......"

"Gülen. Carey Ben warned.

The thief shrugged. Turn around and continue to fight with the sweet eel meat.

"I'm sorry......" the older mage smiled obscurely, "I didn't expect this to happen......" He bowed to Kremar - not with one hand on his chest, as the older mage did when the younger mage returned the salute. Instead, he took the lead in pressing his hands on his shoulders and bent down deeply, with a reciprocal, even humble, mage salute: "But I really have nothing." ”

Still, he insisted on keeping the scrolls and casting materials.

Cremar thanked him politely and returned the same kind mage salute. Perhaps the white-haired mage was a little selfish—if it was him, or Kerryben, who made the mistake. The least of them will not be in plain sight...... This is done because it is similar to a kind of coercion, as long as it is not the kind of short-sighted, evil and irritable, and accustomed to seeing the dignity and value of others as nothing, the average spellcaster will behave more tolerant and restrained, and he is still facing a young mage with elven blood, and walking with elves, and the one who controls this body is still an otherworldly soul who has survived for nearly thirty years in a country that is obsessed with respecting the elders.

Even if he just looked at his age, the souls of the other world, who had always respected the old and loved the young, would not do anything arrogant and rude.

- The age of this body is probably enough to be his great-grandfather, the former immortal said with a smile, and besides, I am also very old, why have I never been respected by you?

- The first question, the soul of the other world replied, I will always be nineteen years old, and the second question, I do not respect age, but the morality and quality that match age.

- Don't you think he's disgusting hypocrisy?

The otherworldly soul glanced at the old mage who walked back to his tent, hunched over his back, looking a little overwhelmed - a little, he admitted, but he was for his disciples, and I believe he was already sad - every spellcaster was arrogant, and it was normal, anyway, even in the face of the gods their souls would not be too submissive. He was so quiet, cautious and humble purely for the sake of that reckless and stubborn boy. After leaving the Master's Tower, each disciple has to find their own opportunities and outlets, but you know, the Mage can be said to be a profession built entirely of gold coins, spellcasting materials, ink, paper, weapons, rune plates...... As long as it has to do with magic, there is nothing cheap, and before they are strong enough to be recruited by nobles, lords, and kings, they have to think of filling their purse bags in order to continue to stagger along the long road of magic, instead of staying where they are, desperately watching others climb to steep peaks - not only their future, but also their lives - the only ones who can dispense with the casting materials are probably demons, demons, and dragons, and the battle between the casters is even more with scrolls, Rune disks are closely related, and even their last weapons are made of Mithril or Adamantite, which are expensive but don't hinder spell casting.

So the reputation of a young mage is important, unless he is of noble birth or has a father who is a guild leader. If he has a bad reputation, he is likely to fall into a vicious cycle of mission failure, no one to hire, embarrassment, narrow range of spells, and mission failure, some mages have to fall into the thieves' guild or some unscrupulous place because they accidentally made some undeserved mistakes after leaving the mentor, and they are either assassinated in the fight or sentenced to death after trial.

As we said earlier, the relationship between a teacher and a disciple is similar to that between a father and a son. Or closer than father and son, and more reliable allies and helpers, so as long as a mage is not so evil, he will always take more care of the rookie who leaves the mage tower and tries to fly on his own for the first time - like some noble and generous mages, such as Alva and Antonio, and even give extra guidance and protection to a good and honest young spellcaster like Cremar, even if he is not their disciple and has no blood relationship with them.

- Look at these scrolls, said the former undead. He did not want to remember his mentor at all, an evil and insane half-lich who even the devil frowned at the sound of his name, let alone his disciples, and although the lich was grateful to the mentor for bringing him out of his father's court, it was honest that these meager gratitude had long since been consumed by the harsh and ridiculous "guidance" of time and time again In the Seventy-Seven Islands, every mage tower has an apprenticeship rate of over sixty percent elimination, but no mage tower is filled with as many jokes as death, to name a chestnut. The Midnight Tea Party, which is now popular among the undead, is the Half-Lich's Mage's Tower, where the poor apprentices are subjected not only to terrible torture, but also to the imminent death of their souls. Many of them have a very close relationship with them.

The Lich didn't like jokes about him at all, like if he accidentally dyed his own skeleton purple during an experiment? This color was eerie, and it was perfect for a half-lich mage's tower! At least it was much better than a long arrow with baby pink stuck in his hip bone!

- A scroll with teleportation spells, said the Otherworldly Soul. I didn't notice the shadow that hung over my cohabitant's head. There is also a protective spell...... Well, it's Leomon's refuge.

- Oh, said the lich.

That's when they heard a loud commotion. Originated from a small crate of blood wine provided to the mercenaries by the caravan owner. It stands to reason that the mercenaries should not drink until they reach the city, but they have been killed by many of their companions by the Creeps, Dread Vines, and Dimmed Dwarf Dragons, and tomorrow they will reach the edge of the swamp - a small amount of alcohol will lift their spirits and calm their minds, so that they can get rid of the cold and depression of death as soon as possible - The mercenaries were noisy and excited, and in addition to the eel, a few half-drunk mercenaries had gotten dozens of legs from the dwarf dragon who had jumped on board, but unfortunately they couldn't bake it, they could only cook it, but it was a hearty meal with hard bread and butter, and they invited Glenn the Rogue and the former Paladin Baldwin, but no one dared to try to drag the spellcaster and the elf into their circle - they wanted to have a good time, not an ice bucket challenge.

Instead, Gülen brought some leg meat from a bipedal dwarf dragon, this monster not only looks like a turkey, but also tastes like a turkey, the meat is thick enough to grind the tongue, and there is no umami at all, plus the mercenaries have no characteristics and know-how to cook except for the skill point of "cooked...... Kerry looked at the black-haired caster amusedly, and thought for a moment with a deliberate attitude on the leg of a pygmy dragon - there was only a thumb-sized triangular notch on it.

Unlike many people, Cremar is the kind of little guy who gets more and more likable the longer he gets along, for example, he is not a man who likes to be extravagant, or his personality is more of an elf than a human. His requirements for clothing and shelter were limited to comfort, cleanliness and spaciousness, and although he had a fussy tongue, whenever food came into his mouth, if not poisonous, but only tasted dull or strange, he would twist his eyebrows and eat it instead of throwing it away at random - because of this, he behaved like a vigilant raccoon when he encountered new food, and he looked at it, smelled it, cut a small piece and tasted it - he also cut out the small notch in the leg of the dwarf dragon, but Kremar was a good one" Do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you", so he is very embarrassed now.

Carey laughed and took the piece of meat before he cut the second piece: "It won't go to waste." He said, throwing it directly at the multi-legged toad that was entrenched on the other side of the reed boat, and a fat fellow, which was larger than the other multi-legged toads, suddenly turned around, popped out his long, soft tongue (which, to be honest, was probably the only place on it that had the characteristics of a toad), and directly curled the piece of bipedal dwarf dragon meat into its mouth - and when its tongue retracted into its mouth, several other peach-colored tongues crashed into the afterimage it left behind, and almost became a ball.

The other multi-legged toads cooed in protest, but the apprentices had begun to gather together the few remaining bones and scraps, wrap them in reed leaves, and throw them into the sky in a playful turn—the toads had a small meal. (To be continued.) )

PS: This is the ...... of the 28th