I just became a first-level wizard apprentice and found that I had a godhead and a kingdom of God.

Li Beiwang also had the idea of finding a place to spread faith in order to gain a lot of faith power?

The power of faith can be condensed into divine power, which is too powerful for him.

With enough divine power, he could easily become a full-fledged wizard, or even a more powerful wizard.

But he only had a thought.

And not put into action.

Spreading faith is too dangerous.

He was just a small first-class wizard apprentice, and any official wizard could beat him to death.

And with an endless lifespan, why do dangerous things?

After cultivating for hundreds or thousands of years, there will always be a time when you will be promoted to a full-fledged wizard.

But even so.

He also paid a little more attention to god sects such as the Black Sun Sect.

I want to see how this sect of gods spreads its beliefs and to what extent it can develop.

As for whether the so-called Black Sun God believed in by the Black Sun Sect was a real god or a fictitious god, he had no way of knowing.

But he guesses that fiction is more likely.

After all—

This is the blue world.

It's the wizard's world!

What god dares to spread faith in the wizarding world?

Isn't that a long life?

He believed that if it was a true god, he was afraid that a terrifying wizard would have descended and completely set foot on the Black Sun Cult, and then go to hunt the god in a hurry.

For any horror wizard, gods should be excellent experimental material.

It is only the sect of the imaginary gods that can be active in the Ters Holy Empire for hundreds of years.

"Isn't the Black Sun Sect mostly active in the six western provinces of the empire?"

"How could it be that you have appeared in the province of Doru with such fanfare?"

Li Beiwang said curiously.

The territory of Doru Inner Province is long and narrow, and it belongs to the central province of the Tessaint Empire, to the west is the six western provinces, and to the east is the center of the Tessaint Empire - the Holy Gate Province.

Although in the past, there would also be followers of the Black Sun Sect who fled to the province of Doru.

But openly developing believers among the aristocracy is unique.

Harold looked left and right, and then whispered in the 'language of the spirit':

"I heard that His Majesty Leopold III is about to die......"

"Not only the Black Sun Sect, but also many big nobles and wizard organizations have already taken action......"

Li Beiwang raised his eyebrows.

Leopold III, are you going to do it?

According to rumors, this Emperor of the Tess Holy Empire is an extremely powerful second-level wizard.

He reigned for only 123 years, and now he is up to 180 years old.

How could it not work?

The lifespan of a first-level wizard can reach five hundred years.

How could a second-level wizard have such a short lifespan?

Could it be that he had been injured before, or that this emperor was able to be promoted to a second-level wizard in the first place, what was the method of extremely depleting his life?

If it's the second point, then this method is simply tailor-made for him......

"Your Majesty, as a second-level wizard, should have hundreds of years to live, right?"

He looked at Harold and whispered.

"I don't know."

"But what Your Majesty is about to do, it should be true."

"Those big nobles and big organizations, one is more shrewd than the other, if it weren't for Your Majesty's imminent death, it would definitely be impossible to act rashly."

"Our majesty, but he killed all the way."

Harold shook his head.

Li Beiwang nodded lightly, this is indeed the case.

But these things were still too far away for him.

That's something that only official wizards have to worry about.

He is a first-level wizard apprentice, the bottom of the wizarding world, and the most important thing now is to try to live.

"Don't talk about that."

"Harold, I want to join a group that trades knowledge with each other, do you have anything to introduce?"

He asked.

Harold was a trader and knew many apprentices to wizards.

There are basically doorways for large and small groups in the bazaar.

"Trading Knowledge ......"

Harold looked at Li Beiwang, and his face became solemn:

"My friend, what knowledge can you give to trade?"

"Advanced knowledge of light particles."

"And a modified light spell template."

Li Beiwang replied.

"Oh?"

Harold's eyes lit up and he praised:

"My friend, I'm amazed that you can improve the light spell template!"

"Light spells, but they're very popular spells!"

"It's just a small change, and the power is only increased by 21 percent."

Li Beiwang said regretfully.

"That's a great improvement!"

Harold's gaze became more eager, and he smiled:

"You can join my group, although there are not many people, but they are all elite!"

"And there are a few real students from the Flame Serpent's Tail Academy."

Li Beiwang was overjoyed in his heart, and the real students of the Flame Serpent's Tail Academy?

Although he used to be a student of the Flame Serpent's Tail Academy.

But he wasn't really a student back then.

Only those who can be promoted to a second-level wizard apprentice within fifteen years can be regarded as a true student of the Flame Serpent's Tail Academy.

"Then I'll bother you to introduce you."

He smiled.

"Little things."

"And it's your knowledge that's up to the mark."

Harold was unimpressed.

……

That same evening.

The two gathered at the Black Rose Tavern, drinking wine and hugging each other.

The girl next to her peeled the grapes and fed them to the two.

"Mitchell, that was so reasonable."

Harold said drunkly.

"What?"

Li Beiwang was stunned for a moment, did he say any wise words?

"There is no girl who is forever eighteen, but there is always a girl who is eighteen."

"Since I came here with you five years ago, it's like I've opened the door to a new world."

Harold winked an eyebrow.

“……”

Li Beiwang rolled his eyes.

You say nonsense, I don't, it's not me!

The four eighteen-year-old girls next to her covered their mouths and chuckled, and one of them said coquettishly:

"What this adult said makes a lot of sense, the girls in our Black Rose Tavern change every year, but not all of them are forever eighteen years old."

Li Beiwang just wanted to fight for himself.

At this moment, there was a faint flute sound from below.

The sound of the flute carried sorrow throughout the entire third floor of the Black Rose Tavern.

Li Beiwang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked down.

On the first floor of the tavern, there was a high platform, on which stood a young girl wearing a long emerald green dress, slightly pointed ears, and a little green hair.

The girl played the flute, and her delicate face was not bloody, but full of sorrow.

"With elven blood, this should be the daughter of Viscount Amos."

Harold spoke.

"Viscount Amos?"

"Is it the third-level wizard apprentice who worships elven culture very much, and finally implants elven blood in himself?"

Li Beiwang raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

Harold nodded, with a bit of emotion on his face:

"He was a pupil of the Earl of Milton, and together he was beheaded by the Marquis of Arsiborne."

"He also lived in the market for several years, and I knew him well, but I didn't think that decades later, I would see his daughter here."

"Hey, friend's daughter, I'm going to take good care of it."

Li Beiwang: "......"

He wanted to say loudly, shameless!