When Shaman Chen saw the other party's hesitant appearance, he probably guessed something, so he asked, "Do you also want to learn shamanic witchcraft?" I heard that you have been studying well in the wizarding academy in Sarn City?"

"Alas, this is the difficulty you don't know us, it's actually not easy to be a wizard in the city now! Learn a second- or third-order spell there, and you only need dozens or hundreds of gold coins, but the fourth-to-sixth-order spell starts at one or two thousand gold coins, and if you start at the seventh order, it will be the learning price of tens of thousands of gold coins, and it is not necessarily able to learn! If you want to buy some of the academy's unique improved spells, you still need to increase the price, and I really can't afford it now......"

"Oh!"

Shaman Chen's face was calm when he heard this, and Vasily couldn't tell what he was thinking.

But in fact, Chen Xuyuan himself was also taken aback, it turned out that the price of learning high-level witchcraft was the same as the housing price in his original second- and third-tier cities.

You must know that a peasant family in this village and town eats and drinks a year, plus buys two pieces of clothing, a total of seven or eight gold coins are spent, and 10,000 gold coins is enough to buy a small building with a single courtyard in a big city where every inch of land is valuable.

Next.

The three of them chatted for a while, and Shaman Chen could see that Vasily also had some thoughts of learning spells from his teacher.

But after all, the two don't have deep contact, and they don't know each other.

Again, it is not easy to say.

It is easy to let the other party learn, and it makes people feel too worthless in vain.

In the following days, Vasily would occasionally bring some gifts to eat, come to greet Master Chen, and also ask for some experience and skills of the caster, and Chen Xuyuan also heard a lot of news from the outside world from the other party.

......

Life of the Barony of Valen.

Rural towns like the ancient town of Coomburg in England are generally calm and cozy.

Until more than half a month later.

In Baron Valen's castle came a sturdy young man with two third-order knight attendants and curly blond hair.

What's more, this blonde young man and the Baron were young, and there were three points of similarity between their eyebrows.

When Baron Valen was invited out by the old butler who had come to report the news, he still had a look of disbelief on his face.

But when the other party bent his knees and knelt in front of him on the spot.

He had already recognized the other party as his son Antonio, who had been separated for many years and was thought to be dead after he was abducted as a child.

The induction of the blood of father and son between the underworld, and the vague outline of childhood on the other side's face, made the old baron cry on the spot.

Baron Valen dragged his majestic arms with both hands, carefully examined the bright golden armor on the other party's body, and draped a blood-red cloak behind his back, with his thick eyebrows and fierce eyes, each of which vaguely resembled his own young and handsome time.

Let's not talk about it.

The touching scene of father and son recognizing each other and hugging and crying.

Even the faithful old butler silently wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and then left the space for the father and son to speak considerately, and ran to the kitchen by himself, and began to ask the cooks to prepare a sumptuous reception.

The atmosphere at the beginning of the dinner was not bad.

Although there were only two people at the meal, the table was filled with a variety of hearty foods, including large plates of sausages and corn and bacon rolls, hot lamb bisque, precious truffle dowager and chunks of dried cheese, plus plenty of other light dishes such as steamed taro and braised mushrooms, enough to feed four or five people!

The old baron also had people take out a set of precious blue glass wine utensils made of spells when Shaman Chen brought his people into his territory as a welcome gift, which was used to drink with his long-lost little Anthony (his son's nickname when he was a child).

In the translucent glass, a red wine is poured, the color of which reflects a delightful red.

During the feast, Baron Warren repeatedly asked the other party about his living conditions over the years.

In the conversation between the two, Antonio is also trying to cater to his father, who has not seen him for many years, and the atmosphere of the conversation between the two sides has gradually become warmer, and there seems to be some tacit understanding between father and son.

In a calm tone, Antonio began to slowly recount his experience: "When I was abducted when I was five or six years old, I was sold to a family of small merchants selling salted fish and seafood, and the man who bought me was a lean man. It is said that a pastor told them that it was difficult for them to conceive a child and thought of adopting a child. But the two of them didn't want to work hard to raise a child from an early age, so they ended up buying a bigger child from a trafficker. The other party wants me to inherit the small fish stall when I grow up and serve the two of them for the elderly, so in addition to beating me up when I want to escape, he usually keeps me fed and clothed to help them work. “

But after a few years, things changed. The obese poisonous woman unexpectedly became pregnant, and later gave birth to a boy the next year. From then on, they began to treat me as a human being, and in addition to beating me badly, they also desperately made me work and eat all the leftovers they had eaten, just so that I could only eat half full, and I had no strength to resist. ”

"When the boy grew up to be a few years old, he actually learned from those two villains, and let me ride as a horse with the support of his parents, and strangled me with his fingernails whenever something didn't go his way. And if I dare to resist, I will be beaten up by those two vicious old fellows. Sometimes, I even can't get out of bed and work the next day. ”

Saying this, a trace of hatred and pain that went deep into his bone marrow began to appear in his eyes.

Antonio goes on to recount the tragic memories of his childhood: "When I was eleven years old, I accidentally pushed that vicious slut to the ground and injured myself in the corner of the table, and I was at first terrified that maybe when the two spoiling fools came back, they would beat me to death. Later, when I calmed down, I simply didn't do anything, and I strangled the little villain, hid in the quilt, and pretended that he was still sleeping. Then, adding some rat poison to their lunch, poisoned the two old bastards. ”

Hearing this, the old baron couldn't help but be a little shocked, but it was more for the sigh of his son's unfortunate experience.

"Although I always remember my mother's face, I don't know how to come back and find you. After killing someone, I heard that if someone found out that I had killed someone, I would be sentenced to death by a judge, but as long as I was sheltered by the church, I could repent and be exempted, so I ran to the door of the church of the Lord of Purity and knelt for a day. The old bishop... See the adoption. “

Antonio's expression was a strange pause in his last expression, and there was a strange emotion in his words that was not easy to detect.