The cold wind, the rye bread that is hard like a stone. That's it, he pulled out of the hands of the dead. Levy knew that if he ate the bread he was right now, he might be like the villagers he knew, rotting at home waiting for the scavengers to come and eat. But if he doesn't eat, the taste of starvation may be more painful.

Just when he was desperate, a richly decorated carriage stopped beside him.

"Hey, teacher, there's a living person here!" a stiff voice came from the carriage, and Dawn knew that it was Grogan.

"Oh, something interesting. The eight characters are tough, and they are born in the yin time, and such a strong life character is an excellent material for practicing necromancy!" A strange emphasis came from the carriage. Levy was reminded of the gypsies who occasionally passed through the village, and the exotic accent was a bit abrupt in the Middle Ages, when human communication was narrow.

"What about me, what about my qualifications?" asked Grogan eagerly.

"Your roots are excellent, but you have to make some changes, it's rare to see each other, and since I have received your favor, I will naturally think of a satisfactory way for you. The "teacher" in Grogan's mouth is naturally the unmasked Taiji in the morning light. Only then did Dawn realize that the Oriental monk was not unaware of Grogan's natural body, but wanted to use some special methods to make changes. However, it seems that the fate of the old man and Grogan is not very good, one was trapped by his apprentice, and the other did not get the exercises suitable for him. Instead, he went astray in necromancy spells that were not suitable for him, and went further and further.

"Take him in the carriage, it's time to kill time when the journey is boring!" Taiji's understatement changed the fate of Levy, a rural boy who was supposed to die in the Black Death. Maybe the life character is really hard enough, and he retreated back after the ghost gate was closed for a while.

Dawn finally got to know this master who was said to be from Mongolia through Levy's memories, and his awkward Western-style robe could not hide his appearance that was very different from that of Europeans. Perhaps in the eyes of Westerners, the yellow race in China, Japan, Korea, Mongolia, and even Southeast Asia in East Asia all look similar, just as Dawn thought that all black people looked the same a long time ago. But at least in Chenxi's opinion, even if they are all yellow, people in each region have their own characteristics in appearance. This territoriality was even more pronounced in those days when the movement of people was not yet frequent. This self-proclaimed Taiji master does look like a Mongolian, but his words and deeds reminded Chenxi of those old antiques in the family, which made him feel indescribably weird. So, this should be a Mongol who was heavily influenced by the sinology of the Central Plains, or......

"The art of rebirth!" a thought suddenly flashed through Chenxi's mind, especially after thinking of the old man's profession.

Next, Levi was taken in by Taiji, and Dawn also experienced the path of a necromancer. However, his doubts also followed, Levi was born as an ordinary person and naturally didn't feel anything, but the Wu family had a family history and was no stranger to the spells of the ancient alchemists. What Levy learned in the early stage was clearly the spiritualism in Kyushu, but as the study deepened, the content of learning began to add some things outside of Kyushu.

This method of exorcism seems to have a shadow of the shamanism of the northern steppe tribes...... This method of dismembering the heavens has the shadow of Tibetan Bon...... This method of splicing limbs is similar to the Persian Zoroastrian Akhariman technique...... This blood sacrifice is like a Nordic harvest sacrifice...... This is the Celtic method of fire martyrdom......

Dawn gradually discerned the origin of these spells from the casting methods and spells, which was clearly a long journey from Kyushu through Mongolia to Tibet to ancient Persia to Northern Europe and finally to Western Europe. And the process of his teaching Levy is actually a process of summarizing what he has learned and integrating it, and from this point of view, this Taiji is definitely a person with great perseverance.

"Who the hell is this person, such an existence will never be nameless!" Dawn thought silently, but did not dare to ignore every memory of Levy, which was not only the cultivation path of a necromancer, but also the various cultivation experiences that he lacked. More importantly, it was an opportunity to merge the spells of the various Alien Gods.

Levy's strength has grown by leaps and bounds in the process, and Glogan has gradually been marginalized, and Dawn can sense that this is not that Taiji is ignoring Grogan, but that he wants to find a more suitable path for his first apprentice. The life of a practitioner is dull and uninteresting, and this kind of life could have continued, but here fate gradually took a turn.

"Mentor, are you in trouble with your research?" Levi stood respectfully behind Taiji, dressed in a gorgeous white robe and wearing the archbishop's crown on his head. No one could believe that a necromancer had quietly infiltrated Christianity and become an archbishop. Because of their endless lives, they need to constantly change their names and identities. At this time, Levy had a new name, Maurice de Suli, a name that Dawn was extremely unfamiliar with. But those familiar with the history of world architecture may know that this Archbishop Maurice is the founder of Notre-Dame Cathedral.

"Levy, how much do you know about Rome and Greece?" asked Taiji suddenly.

"The empire that is gone, they are history. All the secrets about them are precious treasures, and most of them are kept in the city of Rome, which is extremely far away from us. Levi was stunned for a moment, then thought it might have something to do with his recent discovery.

After Levi became archbishop, the original church was in a dilapidated state. He wanted to get closer, so he bought a dilapidated old Roman church and prepared to convert it into a grandiose building. Born in poverty, Levy has gradually become accustomed to this aristocratic life since mastering the power of magic, and has also begun to pursue worldly comforts and pleasures. During the construction process, twelve statues of ancient Roman gods were excavated, and these carvings, which should have been destroyed, were given to Levy as a craft to his teacher, Taiji, which aroused great interest in the oriental monk.

"Then get ready, we need to go to Rome!" said Tiji lightly.

"But my mentor, I have managed to become an archbishop, and I can come and go in and out of the Merovingian palace at will, and that stupid king adores me, and we can ...... at all" Levy was stunned for a moment, and then became emotional. In this era, going to Rome is not a holiday tour, and Taiji clearly means to give up everything in front of him and settle in Rome again.

"Levy...... You are my apprentice, and according to the tradition of my hometown, an apprentice cannot question the teacher's decision!" Tai Jitou said unwillingly, "Moreover, you have fallen too deep in the world. These worldly illusory exuberances are harmful to us......"

"......" Levi looked at Taiji's back and his eyes cracked, and he silently roared in his heart, "This is my hard work, everything I have earned so hard, no one can take them away, no one can ......"