Chapter 169

Old aristocracy

'You're going to learn magic. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info'

I vaguely remember that I had heard someone say such a sentence.

Consciousness was a little hazy, and Morey tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't. I wanted to scream, but my body was as if it wasn't my own, and I couldn't open my mouth at all, and I could only hear the somewhat hoarse voice, which seemed to be saying something to myself.

A little dazed, but Morey was still able to make out in a trance. The voice was familiar, though I couldn't remember it clearly...... But it seems to be a kicking mentor.

Morey gritted his teeth in pain suddenly, because of the sudden burning pain in his back!

It's hot!

Who the hell is he? While my brother can't move, he actually lit a fire to play with me!?

Morey wanted to scold his mother in pain, and hurriedly wanted to struggle, but his body couldn't command at all, and the fire came a little too fast, burning his whole body almost instantly!

I shouted in my heart that it was not good, this strange situation was completely outside my common sense! I didn't expect that after the flames came up, I went through my whole body, and finally rushed to the center of my eyebrows!

A burning pain came from his forehead, and Morey snorted in pain, the pain coming and going as fast as it came, and he felt that the flame seemed to flash in his eyebrows...... There was a snap and it went out.

'Pop' is such a faint crisp sound.

But as the flames exploded, Morey's heart was shocked!

A pain that was fainter than static electricity, but when it hit the center of a person's eyebrows, it was like knocking on some hidden lock! Some scattered pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, making Morey confused all of a sudden.

The familiar voice reappeared in the memory...... "Study magic carving yourself, this is what you desire, and what I want to see." ”

The blurry picture gradually became clear, and the man sat at an old wooden table. Outside the window, the sun was setting, and you could see that the branches and leaves of the mountain had turned yellow, and the black-brown thorns were entwined. There seemed to be a stream outside the house, and the faint sound of rushing water could be heard, and everything was dyed an old dull yellow by the setting sun.

Everything seems so bleak.

I was looking up to him.

To be precise, he seems to be lying on the floor.

The kicking mentor wore a black hood with his back to the setting sun, so that the shadows obscured his face, and it was impossible to see it realistically. I saw him look sideways at him, silent for a long time. "You have to keep your dedication to the science of magic carving, and you have to do your best to ponder until you reach that height one day...... When you succeed, I will naturally find you. Hehe, if that day comes, tell me the results of your research......"

Morey wanted to speak, he wanted to shout, he wanted to question, but he couldn't, he was like an outsider, he could only watch it all quietly, and he couldn't ask a word.

Although he knew that this was just a memory, how much Morey wanted to roar - why did he kick me into the river!?

Bastard, how can you still look like an unfathomable person! A smart person would choose such a rough way to say goodbye? Expect me to hit my head!!

However, the picture in front of him does not stop because of the resentment in Morey's heart, and the memory of himself does not seem to say anything, just lying quietly on the floor.

"It's almost time, and it's time for you to hit the road yourself...... Hmm," the kicking mentor sighed, seeming to be a little emotional. "Finally the day has come, so let's get started. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

What kind of hands are they.

The thumb and middle finger each carry a ring, and the fingers are delicate and smooth, slender and white as jade. The simple act of raising his hand looked so vigorous to Morey - it was clearly exercised wrist strength.

Hands that were almost entirely made for magic carvings, without a single blemish.

...... Is this what I remember before I was kicked?

Morey thought to himself in confusion.

"Well, then before that......" But at this moment, the tutor suddenly stood up, slipped a carving knife from his sleeve, and grasped it in his hand!

What are you going to do!?

Morey was shocked to see that the kicking mentor gestured with a knife, and finally suddenly pointed over and said calmly. "First, let's cut off your hand. ”

...... Wait a minute!!!

What the hell is this for!

Morey was screaming in his heart, but it was impossible for the mentor to hear the cry in his heart, so he pulled a knife flower very neatly, and a cold light flashed in an instant!

Blood splattered!!

It hurts!!

"Ahhh

Morey opened his eyes suddenly, and screamed in pain!"What a you really have!!" His arm was really hurting, and it seemed to have been cut by some sharp weapon!

"What to do!" a cold snort suddenly sounded.

A huge force suddenly pressed on his body, and Morey's whole person was pressed down, and he couldn't move!

Call...... Where is this?

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and Morey gasped heavily, his eyes still a little uncertain.

Nightmare?

By the way, I seem to have fallen off the waterfall and fainted!

Who saved me?

Morey looked around and saw that it was a secluded wooden house.

He was lying on a simple wooden bed, surrounded by wooden tables and chairs. Tender green flowers and plants grew through the cracks in the house, making the place look full of greenery. Vines full of sky-blue blue kites were placed beside the bed, and the sound of birds was chirping outside.

Just lying here, the mood can't help but be peaceful.

Beside the bed sat an old man in a blue aristocratic coat, although his appearance was a little clear, but his eyes were very sharp and full of sharp aura.

Although there was still a residual taste of blood in his mouth, Morey gasped and asked with difficulty. “...... Did you save me?"

"It's not done yet, you can go back to sleep. The old man said lightly.

Although his voice was calm, there was a majesty in his tone that could not be resisted, like an order. Morey couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and when he looked at such a gaze, he only felt a terrible sense of oppression suddenly attack.

Who is he!?

The coercion was so fierce that Morey only felt that his consciousness was suddenly impacted! It was like being suddenly hit by a big wave, and it was shaking in an instant, as if it was about to be lost in the next second!

However, the old nobleman didn't notice that this coercion hit Morey, but it triggered two hidden magic powers.

A cool feeling suddenly rose from Morey's heart, and in the broken sea of spirits, a faint black and gold color suddenly shone. Although the coercion is terrifying, it has been defused a lot by this hidden power, and although the rest is still suffocating, it can finally be withheld.

Morey was in a trance for a moment, and immediately came to his senses, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

The old nobleman saw that Morey didn't faint, and there was a slight surprise in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and quickly regained his coldness and said. "Can you stand up?"

Morey was secretly shocked by the strength of the person in front of him, and when he heard him say this, he had to try to sit up.

Although I was in pain all over my body, I was able to sit up reluctantly. Morey smiled bitterly and asked politely again. "Did you save me......?"

"It seems that your body is fine," the old nobleman interrupted with a blank expression.

glanced at Morey, then stood up calmly, and walked out without hurrying, as if he didn't care about Morey's thoughts at all, but left a faint word. "Since you can go, let's leave by yourself. ”

"Huh?" Morey was stunned.

"I hope the next time I enter this house, you're not here like mud. ”