He knocked cautiously on the door and was allowed to enter. A charcoal-black elf standing at the window with long ears looked back at him and smiled slyly.

This is another woman in the Greystone City Magic Material Shop, Ar's wife, Mr. Faulkner's wife, Anas. A dark elf who believes in a good deity, the Dancing Lady. According to Becky, Faulkner had settled here for his wife's sake away from the dungeons of the strife.

"Good day, Faulkner, good day, Lady Anas," Al bowed to the two of them.

Faulknen, who was sitting at his desk in his pajamas, sighed.

"Al, you are too reserved, Faulkner is strict, but he has always praised you in private. Lady Anas smiled softly and brought some fruit to Al, and then stood gracefully behind Faulkner.

The drow elves are all skilled in martial arts, tall and tall, even if they are women. But... This tall and short interracial couple is really....

"Learning magic is not only about qualifications, but also about loneliness and boredom. You're better than the trash, and you're a true learner of magic. Faulkner, who was the same color as the stone, spoke.

"There will be a test for any magician to take in an apprentice, and I have a letter that you send to Susas outside the city, and when the deal is completed, I will officially take you as an apprentice and pass on my knowledge to you. If you fail, go by yourself, and let me make you a grudge when I meet you. Faulkner tossed a letter to Al.

Al's first reaction to hearing that Faulkner would officially take him in was not excitement, but fear. How did this gray dwarf get involved with Susas?

The better the luck, the more violent the bad luck will come. It's coming now!

He was kicked out again less than a month after he came here?

The vengeful and furious Druid Mansfield has not moved for a month, perhaps fearing the dangers of the human city, but what if he leaves the city?

Susas already knew it, was a famous necromancer. What kind of deal with a necromancer can be used as a test to accept disciples?

He's only been here for a month, and this dwarf who harms others and benefits himself and is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people will really accept apprentices? He hasn't seen any mages willing to accept apprentices.

Al didn't want to go out of town to face Mansfield, but not out of town, and the resentment didn't know what it was, but it didn't sound good.

It was obviously not a good idea to expect Faulkner, who had known Faulkner for less than a month, to settle Mansfield for him.

Mr. and Mrs. Faulkner looked at Al with a smile as if they were looking at their own children.

Al's hairy hair stood on end, and this sudden closeness was like that of a profiteer looking at a fat lamb.

He didn't notice that behind him, a dark shadow reached out from behind him and put a box into his shadow.

As if thrown into water, it slowly sank silently until it disappeared.

Caught in a dilemma, Al decided to eat his fill first. I checked the map and directions, and bought some food and water. Al had a good meal at the inn and took a shower. The apprentice had a hard time, not to mention what to eat, and not even a place to bathe.

After sleeping until dawn, Al set off with a travel bag and an iron rod made by Harry and Owen in his hand.

The School of the Undead is one of the eight schools of magic, the shining fruit of magical civilization. In addition to the deliberate ugliness and fear of mortals in novels and poems, the school of the dead is actually the most practical spell that is closest to people's livelihood, and the genre that is most like science.

They study the human body, tissues, and composition, and derive the treatment or intensification of diseases, and the acceleration or delay of aging. They are really ruthless scholars, their methods and research directions are too beyond ordinary cognition, but their spells are so frightening and terrifying, what flesh explosion, flesh extraction, blood boiling, bone brittleness, undead awakening, etc.

There is never enough material for their research, and the demand for apprentices is still higher than that of the school of spells.

In the past, they had titles such as corpse robbers, plague spreaders, and hellbringers, but since the rise of several empires and they made a pact not to actively murder mortals, it has been better. They need to serve the Empire, but they can be intoxicated with research in peace.

The corpses in this world and the people who are about to die of illness, old age, and disability have a monetary mark, and the value that can finally be realized.

Faulkner didn't tell Al what deal he had with Susas, and the letter was secretly opened by Al as soon as he left the city. As an apprentice to an evil gray dwarf mage, it's best to be clever for your own life.

"The deal is done" was only a short lingua franca, and Al grinned, beginning to wonder if Faulkner was going to trade himself to the necromancer as material.

Suddenly stared at by a pair of wild beast eyes, Al looked ahead sensitively. Feelings of disgust and nausea came to my face.

Expecting Mansfield to have some scruples about civilians, but seeing his madness getting closer and closer to him, Al sighed and jumped out of the car and ran.

As soon as Al fled into the forest, a huge panther roared out from the other side and disappeared in the direction of Al in the blink of an eye, the caravan screaming in fright, but the panther did not move against them.

Gluttony. As he ran, Al swallowed the jerky in his backpack one bite after another, and jumped up grabbing the trunk, landing on the trunk of the tree with the falling clothes, iron rods, and backpacks, and a small raccoon running on the branches of the tree with his life.

The panther chased after him with a few jumps, and with a roar he was about to pounce on him.

The little raccoon twisted its body and turned into a crow in the air, flapping its wings. Air Spray!

Mansfield jumped again after swooping into the air, and saw a few "thump" air explosions behind the crow, and Al was already flying far away, and was still accelerating.

"It turned out to be Starch Spencer's madman," the panther laughed maniacally, "The Forest Council won't allow me to take revenge, I see who can stop me now!"

After saying that, it turned into a huge eagle and chased after it.

Mansfield seemed to know that Al was going to flee into the territory of an archmage, and even if he was violently expending mana, he would spit out hurricanes and orbs to drive Al away.

Greystone was behind him, and Mansfield wished he had turned around and died. Susus, even the most evil necromancer, is now Arr's only lifesaver. He didn't know that something had gone wrong with his Starch Spencer animal transformation technique, and now the druids of the Forest Council in the nearby forest and even in the Sunset Forest had come after him.

Air-jetted crows whizzed across the forest like combat planes, but Al's stamina and magic were also depleted. He just has a strong body and magic power far beyond ordinary second-level mages, he is only a second-level mage after all.

As soon as Al slowed down, Mansfield suddenly accelerated, and forcefully forced Al to consume physical mana. When his magic and physical strength are exhausted, it will be his time of death.

Seeing that he was being driven farther and farther away from the direction of Susas, Al remembered that there was a nearby river that turned in the direction and sped away.

Mansfield followed unhurriedly as if teasing his prey, but a large river suddenly appeared in front of his vision, and he quickly accelerated. One spell after another burst out without money.

Rob used to disdainfully ridicule that water is a part of nature, but this double-standard profession of druid, tsk.