It was two days before Arthur saw the morning sun again.

Due to the nature of the matter, Professor Ogu showed no mercy this time, and threw Arthur and Zirao into a small dark confinement cell for two days.

The biggest punishment of confinement is the loneliness of not being able to communicate with the outside world, and a long period of confinement is enough to make people go crazy.

However, Professor Ogu's punishment obviously did not have the effect he wanted from Arthur, and the undisturbed confinement room allowed Arthur to quickly immerse himself in the cultivation of "Danyang Refining God" and magic meditation.

Arthur only woke up once in the middle to replenish food and water, and two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Arthur who came out of the confinement room was full of energy and vindictiveness, and there was a world of difference between the state of the languishing Zirao, if it weren't for watching the two of them come out of the confinement room at the same time, it would even be doubtful that Arthur was not really locked up.

"I'll hit you once I see you in the future!" Arthur actually threatened Zirao.

"Hurry up, the next time we fight in the academy, it won't be as simple as two days of confinement!" Professor Ogu scolded Arthur fiercely.

"Boss, boss!" Moral greeted him quickly.

"Why are you here? Who's your boss?" said Arthur's face.

"Didn't I pay you my protection money, I'll be messing with you from today onwards!" Moral said with a smirk.

"Mess with me, you're not afraid that Zirao will retaliate against your business!"

"You don't know, Zilao has lost face this time, the old marquis has already let out the words, the Garfield family does not raise waste, and the lost dignity must be regained by himself, and he will not be allowed to use a little family resources. Moral gloated.

This result was unexpected by Arthur, he thought that he would face more crazy revenge from Zirao, without the Garfield family behind him, Zirao was really nothing in Arthur's eyes.

"Boss, you don't know, your deeds have spread all over the academy in the past two days, and no magician has ever dared to go to the Wuyun Hall to fight a martial artist alone, you not only won but also trampled Zilao under your feet, it's so handsome!" Moral became more and more excited.

Looking at Moral's burning gaze, Arthur suddenly shuddered, this kid's attitude changed too quickly, and he forgot about beating him so quickly.

"Boss, let's go out and celebrate, I'll treat you to dinner!" Moral suddenly suggested.

At the mention of eating, Arthur suddenly remembered something, and ran to the magic tower where he lived.

"Boss, don't run, you don't have to spend money to eat, I'll please!" Moral chased after him.

Arthur slammed open the door to the room, and when Morar mentioned that he was eating, he suddenly realized that he had been hungry for two days since he had been missing suddenly, because he would never venture out.

Arnold turned his head at the door, and there was nothing unusual except for his pale face and red eyes.

Arthur was relieved, "I haven't been able to come back because of an accident in the past two days, and you haven't eaten, right?"

Arnold scratched his head, "Eat?"

"This guy is even more desperate than himself!I'm afraid, only such a persistent person can finally become the most powerful magician!" Arthur secretly admired in his heart.

"Look, Arthur, I made it!" Arnold raised a piece of armor to Arthur's eyes with joy on his face.

A palm-sized magic array was engraved on the chest of the armor, and a small magic crystal was inlaid in the center of the magic array, and the luster of mysterious magic flowed on the armor.

"What is this, I'll see. A large hand reached out from behind Arthur and took the armor straight away.

Arthur and Arnold were stunned at the same time.

Arthur was in a hurry and forgot to close the door, but he didn't expect Moral to follow in.

"Isn't it just an enchanted piece of equipment, what's so nice about it? The person who made this equipment must be an idiot, even enchanting it on first-level armor! Also, the texture of the magic array is different, it's a complete novice!" Moral commented endlessly.

Arnold and Arthur quickly exchanged glances, the secret of the enchanter must not be revealed, and Arnold's eyes began to show murderous intent.

"Boss, where did you get this enchanted armor, it can't be made by you, a little squire, right?" Moral asked, still unknowingly.

"That's right, it was Arnold who did it, he was just getting started, and he was still rusty in his methods. Arthur said with a blank face.

Morar showed an incredulous expression, and exclaimed in his mouth: "Boss, I was just joking, I didn't expect him to do it! Boss, you are so good, you can accept the enchanter as an attendant, I will follow you!"

"Are enchanters awesome?" Arthur asked, continuing inducingly.

"Of course, a dual-line mage and the church can only become an enchanter. How did he get past the church at such a young age?"

Although Arnold was the same age as Arthur, he was thin and small, and he looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old, which attracted Moral's amazement.

"Looks like you know a lot about enchanters, huh?" said Arthur, with a chill in his tone.

Morar didn't notice it, but said proudly, "Which of the enchanter's disciples in the church are you, maybe I still know you?"

"I didn't have a teacher, I didn't declare it to the church, I figured it out on my own. Arnold said, staring at Moral.

"If you don't report it to the church, it will be miserable if the church knows about it!" Moral muttered.

Neither Arthur nor Arnold spoke, and Morar looked up to find that both Arthur and Arnold were looking at him with unkind eyes, only to realize that he had lost his words.

Moral rubbed his hands together and said with some embarrassment: "Boss, don't worry, I won't go to the church to report your attendant!"

"How can I trust you? after all, you've betrayed me once before. Arthur said quietly.

"I can swear!"

"Oaths don't mean anything to people who don't have credibility. ”

"Boss, if you don't believe me, I can't help it. But as long as I can do it, you can do whatever I want!" Moral said, patting his chest.

"I think you seem to be a gold magician, right? Use 'alchemy' to help me refine all the metal from the pile of discarded equipment in the corner. ”

"Refining metal, I can do this!" Morar didn't expect Arthur's request to be so simple, and immediately ran to the pile of discarded equipment and got to work.

Arnold looked at Arthur inquiringly, apparently not figuring out Arthur's purpose.

Arthur didn't explain, just watched quietly behind Moral.

Morar is indeed not angry, only refining five pieces of equipment before the magic runs out and can't do it, "Let me rest for a while, recover the magic and do it again!"

"Do you know what you're doing?" Arthur asked suddenly behind him.

"Isn't it just refining a few pieces of equipment?" Morar said disapprovingly.

Arnold showed him. Arthur said, turning his head.

Arnold raised his hand, and a black mist covered the armor that Morar had held in his hand earlier. The black mist dissipated, and the surface of the armor was corroded in the blink of an eye, and the magic array engraved on the armor was completely destroyed.

This magic is called "Dark Corrosion".

Moral's cold sweat flowed down in an instant, he had never seen a dark magician, but he had heard of dark magic, and what terrified him even more was the horror of the Church's treatment of dark magicians and those involved in them.

"The pieces of equipment you just refined have dark magic on them, thank you for helping us eliminate them from dark magic. Arthur whispered in Moral's ear.

Helping the dark mage was a felony for the entire clan, and no one dared to stand up and take it.

Arthur patted Zirao on the shoulder from behind, "You can call me boss openly, now we are grasshoppers on the same line." ”