What Larry said was also what Herag was thinking.

Only when you are strong can you deal with everything without relying on external forces.

Two days later.

"Herag Merlin: Strength 8.6, Agility 7.7, Constitution 9.3, Spirit 19.7, Mana 100%."

Herag completed the twelfth star meditation, but his injuries were still not fully recovered, and he still needed to be helped by Bessie to get down to the ground.

He counted the space ring, and there were more than two thousand three hundred magic stones in it.

"Since you have decided to leave after the official wizard, you must use the time before leaving." Herag pondered.

For him, the most useful thing about Moonlight Woodland is the various resources and knowledge.

Before leaving, Herag planned to exchange the magic stone in his hand for resources and knowledge.

A lot of knowledge is relatively easy to acquire only within the wizarding organization, and not so easily once it's out.

The first thing Herag intended to learn was necromancy, which he knew very little.

The knowledge inheritance of the necromantic system needs to be learned from the relevant official wizard of the Moonlight Glade, which should cost a lot, but Herag can afford it.

Ten days later, in town.

"How does it feel?" Larry asked.

Herag moved his muscles and bones: "Basically recovered." ”

"Well, your physique is very strong, which is an important reason why you recover quickly." Larry nodded.

Herag smiled: "Thanks to the potions that the teacher has configured, otherwise I would have to lie down for a while." ”

During this time, Larry specially prepared some potions according to Herag's injury, which was very effective in his recovery from injuries.

"You also have to thank the other person Betsy for taking care of you all this time." Larry said as he took a sip of his coffee.

Hellag sighed: "I'm destined to leave, even if it's you, teacher, I shouldn't stay for too long." ”

He is confident in the speed of his promotion, and the more resources he needs to get to the end.

The first-level wizard stage can still get the resources needed here, but if it is a second-level or even third-level wizard, it is destined to go elsewhere.

Betsy was only a third-class wizard apprentice, and it was impossible for her to follow him everywhere all the time.

Moreover, Betsy herself has given up her own cultivation, and her goal is to create a pure-blood wizard family, which cannot be completed in a short time.

Herag also didn't want to be a horse that kept sowing seeds, and his focus was still on improving his own strength.

He thought about the necromantic knowledge, so he asked, "Teacher, do you know of a wizard in the woodland who imparts necromantic knowledge?" ”

"Necromancy? Ms. Moran is very good at necromancy, and I can help you ask if she's been free lately. However, if you learn what to do in the necromancy, you will learn too much knowledge and it will be easy to be mixed and not refined. Larry reminded.

Hellag understood what he meant, and it was difficult for the average wizard apprentice to juggle multiple knowledges at the same time.

One Potions science is enough to consume most of their time and energy, and necromantic knowledge is no simpler, or even more esoteric, than Potions.

"I'm preparing for the future, and during this time, I will first reserve the knowledge I want to learn, and then slowly digest it later." Herag explained.

Larry thinks about it, too, when he goes out, this knowledge is not so easy to acquire.

He took out the rune stone and sent a few messages, and after a while, he said: "Ms. Moran agreed, the basic necromantic knowledge inheritance needs a hundred magic stones, if you want, you can visit her at No. 6 in Area D this afternoon, she happens to be free." ”

Area D is not far from here, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk after Herag comes out.

He followed the street sign for a while and saw Ms. Moran's room 6.

The house was very different from Larry's, with only three floors, and a small courtyard with some bloody man-eating flowers growing in the yard.

Sensing Herag's approach, the cannibals all looked up at Herag, their mouths wide open, mucus dripping from their mouths.

Herag stood at the gate of the courtyard, not knowing for a moment whether he should go in or not.

He wasn't afraid of the man-eating flowers, but he was afraid that the man-eating flowers would gnaw them out of their own shields when they gnawed on them.

"Come in, these cuties are just curious about you, they won't bite." A very nice voice came from inside the room.

Herag looked at the man-eating flower and walked in cautiously, keeping an eye on the man-eating flower's movements.

If the man-eater attacks, he will still be able to dodge it at the first time with his speed.

The eyes of the cannibals around him were always on Herag, and they watched as Herag walked to the door.

Herag knocked on the door: "Lady Moran, I'm Herag, Larry's student. ”

"Come in."

The door opened automatically, and a cold wind blew out of it, and Herag felt a hint of coolness.

When he entered the house, he found that the lights were dim, except for a few oil lamps lit in a few corners of the house.

There was a strong smell of preservatives in the house, and the smell of kerosene mixed with it was pungent.

Herag also didn't understand why there were kerosene lamps, which were now generally fluorescent as a light source, and the brightness was very good, but the kerosene lamps were too dim.

He looked ahead, and there was a square table in front of him, on which was a book and a bottle of green unknown drink, bubbling green.

Behind the table was a small figure, dressed in a black robe, and it was impossible to see the specific appearance.

Herag didn't dare to detect it easily, so he had to be careful in front of the official wizard.

"You want to learn the basics of necromancy?" A pleasant voice came from under the black robe.

Herag nodded, "Yes, it's tuition." ”

He took out a small bag containing a hundred magic stones.

Sensing a suction, Herag let go of the bag, and the bag floated to the table of its own.

With a wave of Moran's hand hidden under the black robe, a glass bottle floated in front of Herag.

Herag catches the glass bottle and discovers that it contains a beer-like drink.

"That's the basics of necromancy, drink it, drink it here." Moran deliberately emphasized the last few words.

Herag nodded in understanding, because he was afraid that he would resell the thing when he went out and turned around.

He uncorked the bottle and smelled it like beer, but the fermentation was a little heavier.

Herag threw his head back and drank it all.

The liquid melts in the mouth, it is a real melt, and not a drop of liquid enters the stomach.

Soon, Herag felt his head swell a little, and a lot of information got into his head.

"It's transferring knowledge."

Herag quickly reacted, controlled his mental power, and accepted the transmission of information.

Half an hour later, Herag found that he had a lot more knowledge about the necromancy in his mind.

There are things about evil thoughts, there are things about evil spirits, and there are also some basic common sense and principles about the soul.

"You've mastered the basics of necromancy, and you can learn some basic necromantic spells, hehe." Moran's voice was like a lark, and the last laugh was even more heartwarming.

(End of chapter)