Holding an inconspicuous ring that appeared to be of a brass texture, Luo Ming walked out the door.

At this moment, the owl feathers, which were temporary tokens, dissipated into dust with a gust of breeze.

However, he doesn't pay much attention to it now.

And the ring in his hand, although inconspicuous, is actually a powerful magic treasure, and it is the first gift given to him by Gandhi ** to show his sincerity.

But it didn't attract much attention either.

He asked a few questions to the ** master - although the other party has not gone out for more than ten years, he definitely has a lot of eyes and ears relying on the power of spells, and as the ** master of the Wang family, he is almost one of the core people of this principality, so he naturally knows most things.

One of the questions, ** Shi said that he didn't know - that is, why the Third Lord Church of the Temple of the Spring Goddess was so enthusiastic about Luo Ming, a fledgling, that he even did not hesitate to contradict the people of the Lord Church of Dawn a little.

However, this matter is not the first priority for Luo Ming, even if he doesn't know it for the time being, it doesn't matter.

And another thing, Luo Ming asked on the spur of the moment, that is: how much does it cost to train or recruit a mage like Hendrik Greck?

Hendrick himself now has a chance to inherit the family business, and it is naturally impossible for him to be recruited by Luo Ming in the short term, so Luo Ming was ready to find a few poor mages to help, so he asked such a question.

However, the answer he received surprised him to the extreme: Hendrick may have some talent, but as the second son in the family, his stingy father did not give him much money to learn spells. At best, he can only be regarded as a second-rate mage, and it doesn't cost much to recruit a guy like him.

But Gandhi's doppelganger, Gandu, felt that the guy was very strong and did not match his previous memories...... It's just that the old man didn't pay attention to it before, and now he thinks about it a little suspiciously.

The study of spells requires a variety of resources, sometimes you have to take drugs, sometimes you have to buy yourself a set of protective gear in case you accidentally die, and sometimes you need expensive reagents for experiments.

The ones provided by the academy were only the most basic, such as potions that were only enough for two experiments, and tattered protective gear that had been used for ten years. If you want more, you have to pay for it yourself, after all, the tuition fees you pay are limited, and you can only buy the corresponding services.

It's similar to how many students on the planet have to make up classes, buy tutoring materials, and go to the library to borrow books.

As a result, while Hendrick was extremely intelligent and hardworking, his level of spells in the academy was mediocre, and the dissection and other parts that required money to buy materials and then hands-on operations were even more average.

However, when he dissected the giant snapping turtle that Luo Ming had killed, he was very skillful - it was definitely not a kung fu that could be practiced in a few days or even a dozen days.

After that, not only did he tear the scroll in battle, but he was also able to take out a good sword to give to Luo Ming as a gift, which also proved that he was not particularly poor.

Perhaps he knew that it would be difficult for him to inherit much property as a second son, so he went into some business, such as being a bodyguard, selling scrolls, or something...... Even if it is an illegal business, such as collecting protection money or robbing, Luo Ming doesn't care much about it, anyway, it is not harmful to Luo Ming himself.

What really cared for him was Hendrick's series of anomalies: not only was he overly skilled in anatomy, but also, according to Aya, his spell control was among the best in his generation, which required a lot of practice.

Practicing spells consumes mana, and if you only rely on the magic power that your body automatically recovers, you can't practice a few times a day, and the speed of progress is very slow - so if you want to make great progress in practicing spells, you should rely on drugs to quickly recover your magic and then use it, so that you can practice several times more every day, and naturally practice makes perfect, far beyond Tongji.

Being able to support a mage to take drugs and practice every day is not a small amount of money, and the output of Charlotte's entire barony may not be enough.

quietly made such a big source of wealth, this guy is really hidden.

Although I knew that this guy was not a good stubble, I didn't expect his scheming to be so deep...... If you don't show your strength in the academy, what do you want to do?

Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger? What tiger can eat?

If you can't figure it out, you won't want to think about it for the time being, but Luo Ming still silently wrote Hendrick's name again on the small book in his heart.

Next to it is marked: Danger, the intention to hide strength is unknown, although it is possible to cooperate to a certain extent, but appropriate caution is required when contacting.

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At this moment, Hendrik couldn't help but itch his nose, and he immediately moved his mouth and silently cast a spell to quickly soothe the urge to sneeze.

If Lormine or Gandhi had seen it, they would have been speechless for a while.

Silent chanting, with the addition of techniques such as high-speed chanting and field elision...... Generally speaking, this is something that only Central mages are capable of doing.

Although in this way, the power of the spell has been weakened too much, and it can only cure an itchy nose or something.

But if it turns into destructive power, it can at least turn into a small ball of fire that can blow people apart - silent and instantaneous, even if the power is very small.

Itchy nose, could it be the dust outside the window?

This time, he didn't cast any more spells, but a black eagle fluttered up and slammed the window shut with its wings.

Then the eaglet fell down again, back to where it had been—Hendrick's left shoulder.

He didn't have leather protectors on his shoulders, and even his clothes were loose, revealing his skin.

The eagle's talons will firmly grasp the support points under its feet, and it will not hesitate to buckle into the flesh, and if it falls directly on the shoulder, there will definitely be bloodshed.

However, the eaglet was like a puddle of mud, or an abstract painting, and twisted and distorted the moment it landed on his shoulder. lost the structure and form of the creature, and then seeped under his skin.

If Luo Ming saw this scene, he would inevitably remember a certain horror that he and Granty had faced together in the past.

"Every time I use it, I feel that it's almost incomparable......"

As if a compliment, as if a sigh, Hendrik said slowly in a voice like a chant-opera: "However, Lormin's sword, his flame...... It made you fall into what you are today.

I should be grateful to him, but I can't rest on my head with that kind of power......"