"What do you want to say?" Zhu Qiangzhong's voice was calm and powerful, not at all like the anxious middle-aged man before.

"Hehe......" the voice smiled lightly, "Mr. Zhu, don't worry, I mean, we have the ability to restore your son to his original state." ”

Zhu Qiangzhong didn't speak, just listened.

"As long as you send your son abroad, to us, we will be able to attach a gift of God to him...... At that time, he will not only be able to run again, but also get a great new life! ”

At the end of the sentence, the voice on the other end of the phone rose by three points.

"The so-called amputated limb surgery? Do you think I'll believe it? "As a person with a higher education, he instinctively rejects the things that the gods are talking about.

"Believe it or not, can Mr. Zhu have any other way? Hehe......"

Zhu Qiangzhong frowned, and was about to hang up the phone, but heard the other end of the phone say:

"I know you're having a hard time accepting it for a while, and that's okay, hee-hee...... We'll give you three days to think about it, and in three days, I'll call again. ”

Beep, beep – the phone hangs up.

Zhu Qiangzhong slowly stood up, looked out the window, and his thoughts gradually melted into the boundless night.

Until someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." He turned on the light and sat back in his chair.

Coming in was his secretary, dressed in a modest lady's suit, with gold-rimmed glasses and a ponytail.

"Zhu Hall, you called me?"

"Well, go look up this number, make sure you check all the information."

......

Jiang Qiao looked at the door in front of him with a brilliant golden glow, and the cute girl with a burgundy ponytail appeared in front of him again.

From eight to ten o'clock in the evening, they always agreed to meet at this time.

Because at ten o'clock, Sylvie will be urged to sleep by her personal maid.

"Jiangqiao!" Sylvie shouted excitedly, and silently said in her heart, I'm very happy to see you.

"Hello Wow, Sylvie." Jiang Qiao's heart was also beating at a strange frequency, which was a taste that he couldn't understand.

He only remembered experiencing it when he was in kindergarten, and when the holidays were about to start, he could meet the girl he had been thinking about.

and a whole bunch of sugar in her bag.

Therefore, until many years after that, Jiang Qiao didn't understand whether his heart came from a girl or from sugar.

He pushed the cup of milk tea over as usual, and noticed that Sylvie was wearing a necklace encrusted with green agate around her white neck.

Jiang Qiao has an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Silvie, who received the milk tea, whispered thank you, and then began to enjoy this rare delicacy.

"Jiang Qiao, has your problem been solved?" Sylvie contentedly chewed on the pearls and pudding in her mouth.

Jiang Qiao knew that she was referring to the use of magic to teach Zhu Guanhua a lesson, so he nodded: "Well, it's quite smooth." ”

"That's good...... It's delicious! ”

Sylvie took a sip of milk tea, and the sweet smell suddenly bloomed on the tip of her tongue. She always seemed to be in a good mood.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ehashi learned something about magic apprenticeship from Sylvie.

"Strictly speaking, titles like the first and second orders only roughly reflect the strength of the magicians, but this is not very useful."

"In the field of magic, one usually judges one's position by the magic one can master."

Sylvie paused and looked at Jiang Qiao: "For example, the fireball technique you can master is a first-order magic, which can be said to be a compulsory course for magic apprentices."

"A man's words or appearance may deceive, but his title will never deceive. Like the Archmage, they wield magic that is so powerful that they can even destroy a city that is not protected by the elements when they are fully prepared. ”

"Then how can I be promoted to a second-order magic apprentice?" Jiang Qiao asked the question he was most concerned about.

Sylvie explained earnestly, "First of all, you have to choose which one you major in among the many elemental realms."

Jiang Qiao was puzzled: "Major?"

Sylvi nodded: "Well, almost every magician will choose the elemental realm with the highest affinity as their major magic on the way to elemental cultivation."

Jiang Qiao said, "Then, can I do it all?"

Sylvie blinked: "There are not a few people who have done this in history, but ......"

A wicked smile appeared on Sylvie's face, and she said to Jiang Qiao's expectant eyes: "But either they will not be able to get out of the shackles of magic apprentices for the rest of their lives, or they will die because the elements in their bodies are so chaotic that they explode."

Jiang Qiao shuddered.

Then, she asked Jiang Qiao again: "Do you feel that when you cast two different realms of magic one after another, there is an inexplicable feeling of blockage and condensation?"

Jiang Qiao thought carefully and shook his head: "No."

"Uh......" Sylvie was stunned for a moment, her original train of thought was suddenly disrupted.

"Well, maybe it's too low to feel it...... Forget it, skip that for now. ”

She cleared her throat: "After thousands of years of exploration by magicians, magic is strictly defined as nine levels, the same as magicians."

"And, the magic that will come later will also be defined by the Magician Guild, depending on the magic and mental power required to cast the spell."

Finally, she said the most important thing for Jiang Qiao tonight: "If you want to be promoted to a second-order magic apprentice, you need to choose one of the second-order magic as a promotion trial."

"This usually consumes all your mana and mental power, and if you cross over, your mana and mental power will be greatly enhanced."

"What if you don't cross over?" Jiang Qiao asked.

Sylvie stared at him deeply: "The one whose spirit is drained...... will die in great pain. ”

……

Late at night, after the light door closed, Jiang Qiao lay on the bed, holding in his hand a thick stack of parchment that Sylvi had already prepared for him, on which were all the second-order magic Sylvie could collect.

Jiang Qiao needs to pick one of them for the promotion ceremony.

Before that, he needed to choose an elemental field to major in.

But after choosing for a long time, he couldn't make a choice.

At the same time, Sylvie's phrase lingered in his mind: those who fail die in great pain.

......