While one person is triumphant, another person is suffering greatly, just as there are successes and failures in the world, such as the current director of the former Dragon Coast Wizards Association of Westgate City, Mr. Devon Bucklaw.

For many, the pain is not entirely due to failure, but also to a large part from betrayal from behind, and now, Mr. Barclaw Jr. is babbling at the back of an old man with a very hurt tone of being betrayed:

"Oh, dear Elder Bucklaw, I never knew of anyone in this world who would take the initiative to harm his son, ah, do you know?, Elder, because of your advice to Mr. President, I was compelled to roll back from the West Gate City Roll Cover, and that's why you heard me nagging you here. ”

"Is there any practical significance?" The old man turned his head slightly, but he was not as old as his back, he looked less than fifty years old, with a square face, which looked very solemn, but when he spoke, only two lips moved as if his face was paralyzed: "Even you know that this is nagging, with this time, it is better to go to the laboratory for a while longer, maybe you can overcome a technical difficulty and go further." ”

Old Bucklaw shook his head and turned his head back to the bench.

"Of course it works, at least I can pour out my grievances, Father. As for the attitude of old Bucklau, little Bucklau was obviously very unhappy, and his tone was full of anxiety.

"But it's not fair, dear Divine. Old Bucklau's tone was also dissatisfied, he turned his head, pointed at the chattering little Bucklau with his cane, and his powerful gaze instantly blocked all the scratches of the former director: " I have rarely poured out my grievances to you, you know, from the beginning of every day you started learning magic, I set aside ten minutes to solve the trouble you caused, oh, sometimes it takes even more time, it seems that I have never let you know how precious ten minutes a day is for a wizard, oh, I always wish your life path was smoother than mine, and now it seems that my plan is very unsuccessful. ”

"Failure?" said Devon Bucklau's eyelids and became a little angry: "You say I'm your failure?"

"Of course, a wizard shouldn't be as insatiable as you, and it is indeed my failure to eliminate these surnames as you grow up, and perhaps a cruel apprenticeship is not entirely negative for a wizard. Old Bucklaw tilted his head: "Okay, Divin, I never want to say these unpleasant-sounding words to you, but it's very helpless, if I don't give you some reminders, you will kill yourself, you must know that not all Feren creatures are afraid of your father, I am just a wizard, and there are countless beings in this plane that are stronger than me." ”

"Oh, oh. Devon Bucklaw's eyes widened and he nodded slowly, "So you got me out of Simon and made me lose my status?"

"Your status is not worth mentioning. Old Bucklaw waved his cane, and his son's face turned red for a moment.

It was not a nice word, sharp and full of contempt.

But Old Bucklaw's next words dismantled Divin's rebuttal**: "My son, my position in the Wizarding Guild and on the Dragon's Coast is all given to you by me, and I don't think you will deny it." ”

Little Barclowe opened his mouth, his eyes widened, and finally took two steps back, and sat down on the chair by the laboratory door, as if he had lost his strength in an instant.

"Look, your status is really not worth mentioning, as long as I say a word to Banksys, I can easily deprive ......" Old Bucklaw shook his head disapprovingly: "I think you should reflect on it, why is this happening?"

"Why?" said Bucklau, looking up as if he was asking rhetorically, as if talking to himself.

"We are wizards, whether we are indulgers of supernatural powers or researchers of the mysteries of the multiverse, our status should be determined by strength, my child, how many days have you been in the laboratory in the year you became an official wizard?" Old Bucklaw sighed: "It seems that you are just using the wizarding qualification as a pass, I am so disappointed......"

The sound of thunder repeatedly ran through Bucklau's brain, perhaps touching his heart, until he walked out of Old Bucklau's mage tower, he recovered from his state of distraction, and immediately a wave of shame and anger floated.

Why did the old man teach him a lesson at this time?

Because of this incident, of course.

The face reappeared in Little Barclau's mind, and his ass began to twitch again.

Although the magic can treat the scars of **, but the mental destruction is difficult to heal, and it is the first time since he was a child that he has enjoyed such pain, so that although he has healed the injury, when he walks around, he will still have convulsions from time to time, so that he walks with an unnatural limp.

"That man must die. ”

"What did you say, my lord?" the attendant of the mage tower saw that his master's son suddenly gritted his teeth and whispered something, thinking that this lord was dissatisfied with something, and hurriedly asked cautiously.

"Shut your mouth!" little Bucklaw glared at the waiter.

Earnestly inquired but was met with bad words, and the waiter had to bow his head and swallow his anger.

Little Bucklaw scolded this, but his mood was a little better, rubbing his buttocks, but it didn't hurt too much, but then he saw a convoy enter the manor under the mage tower, this convoy is not large, and several tightly packed box cars are guarding the solemn sergeant.

The point is that these sergeants are dressed a little strangely, wearing heavy robes and heavy armor, and most of them are bald, with some strange tattoos, which is quite different from the customs and dress of the Hartland area, little Bucklaw searched his stomach and began to think about which area this costume belonged to, but unfortunately he was only a decoration for eating idle meals when he was a director, and his naturalist skills were also mediocre, so he couldn't remember for a while, so he had to ask the attendants next to him: "Who are these?"

"My lord, the former master bought a batch of magic props in the Sere Concession in Ximen, and they were an escort team sent by the concession. ”

"Searle Concession?'s stronghold of the red-robed mage?" Little Bucklau finally remembered where the guards were dressed up from.

The cheap magic items of the Red Robe Mage Society are exported to all parts of Faerun, and in some prosperous areas that are not disgusted by the Searle people, the Red Robe Mages will send emissaries to negotiate with the local political axe to set up such a trading base, and cities like Ximen are no exception, in fact, the stronghold of the Red Robe Mage Society in Ximen is the largest trade volume among the strongholds set up by Searle overseas - this is of course due to the perennial chaotic situation of Ximen.

Seeing these guys from the Serre Concession, little Bucklau immediately thought of rumors about Pan Diesel.

I don't know how true this rumor is, but can I use this rumor to find some answers for him?

For example, they spread rumors that the red-robed mages in the Simensel Concession were convinced that Pan Diesel was the fugitive they were looking for in their country...... Thinking of this, little Bucklaw let out a sneer, which reached the ears of the waiter next to him, making him shudder.

...... The West Gate was treacherous in the middle of the night, but for Basdy Duncan, the filthy sewers couldn't have been safer.

Since noon today, the notice that he is wanted has been hung all over the streets and alleys of the West Gate, and although the three sects and the nine streams who come and go to the West Gate may not be willing to abide by the law, but they can get a good bounty, which is still enough to inspire the positive surnames of these guys.

If it weren't for the alertness of this mage apprentice, he would already be a dead man by now.

This is the underground tunnel of Ximen City, although it is dirty, but because of the prosperity of trade in Ximen City, this tunnel has become a scene of Ximen.

Many people who don't want to see the light of day live here, trade with each other, and over time, it has become a world that exists in the shadow of Ximen City, many temples of evil gods are located in the inconspicuous corners of this deep pit, and there are countless conspiracies brewing in the dark, beside the tunnels flowing with black water, some unlucky people are blackmailed by black market merchants and gang leaders surrounded by groups of alien guards, and they can often suddenly burst into a scream in the midst of the uproar.

A finger tumbled down the stone slab of the ground into the corner where he was hidden, revealing a crimson in the dimly lit candlelight.

This deepened his fear, but at such times it was evident that something more terrible than fear was hunger and thirst, and he had not properly replenished his food from the time he had left the council house in the early morning until late at night.

Not far away, there was an aroma, the smell of inferior ale, and he swallowed.

The building supported by the shack and cabin diagonally across from it was a speakeasy, and to be honest, he had been hesitating.

Although this place is full of criminals who cannot see the light, God knows if it is safe here? He was already afraid, and in the series of pursuits, he was even a little nervous, forgetting to be glad that the Wizards of the Coast Guild did not seriously pursue him, because a small character like him was just a tool to show his attitude in the eyes of the association's higher-ups, and killing him was not even as heavy as the demotion of the little bucklaw councillor in the eyes of those wizards, so he was able to escape here.

A string of laughter came from afar, and he saw a group of seductively dressed women appear at the door, sending away a group of drunken men, which made the mage's apprentice swallow again.

When the nerves are highly tense and difficult to relax, they often think about what is wrong and give birth to some inappropriate impulses.

This made him step out of the dark corner where he was hiding, and immediately reason reminded him how inappropriate it was to do so, and he quickly closed his hood, but he had already fallen into the eyes of those underground prostitutes.

"Yo, such a handsome little guy? alone? Why don't you come in and have a drink? As an apprentice mage who had been concentrating on the study of spells and had never been trained by anyone, he was quickly submissive to this group of women who were accustomed to serving all kinds of alien male surnames and knew how to provoke hormones, and at the same time, the young handsome faces that were rarely seen underground also made these women think deeply.

"Hey, you're so handsome, I don't know how the next kung fu is?"

"Come on, most of such a person can't do it below, you look at his muscles, you can tell at a glance that he hasn't exercised. Another Tavlin woman with a short tail snorted.

Her clothes were exposed, half of her ** was exposed, and there was a silver silk nipple ring with pearls hanging on it, but I didn't know if the pearl was real or fake, and the thin strip of cloth at the waist even exposed a piece of fluff, Basdy Duncan looked straight in the eyes, and his heart was pounding.

"Haha, maybe Lavinia likes little guys like that. With the laughter of the Tauffling woman, the pearl swayed back and forth with her body, completely catching the eye of the wizard's apprentice.

"Forget it, anyway, it's not often that you're so young, come, have a drink. They giggled and poured the wizard's apprentice ale with ale, and soon the little fellow was drunk, and he watched in a daze as the women danced on the humble table, and his mood suddenly relaxed.

The fear gradually subsided, and the grievances and resentments that had been suppressed for days resurfaced, and he secretly cursed the objects of hatred with all the vicious words he could think of.

If the guy he hated was ranked according to his hatred, the first one was naturally the apprentice Rand Scarbul, if it wasn't for this guy making his own decisions, how would he have done what happened next, and the second was the little girl who didn't look terrible at all but actually had a femme fatale's heart, and he swore that as long as he could have the power, he would make her regret giving birth.

After that, the root of all the calamities, the wizard named Penn Diesel, and the incompetent idiot little Bucklaw, and the coast wizards who turned the rudder...... One by one comes at a price.

He thought hatefully, pouring a glass of ale over his head.

A coldness combined with the hatred in his heart made him calm down a little, and he got up and wanted to leave this place, but was stopped by a slender young woman.

The amazingly large ** filled his drunken eyes.

"Little handsome man, where are you going?" the woman grinned and hooked his chin, "Are you not satisfied with the girls?"

Looking at this woman's amazing beauty, Basdy Duncan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"Lavinia!" the group laughed, "We just said you might like this genre." ”

"Really?" the woman looked at the wizard with a smile, her expression even happier, "It's really good, then, why don't you have some fun......"

Her lips touched Basdy Duncan's cheek, and the apprentice felt a rush of blood rush through his head, and all the signals received by his senses were blurred except for the noise of the women.

The woman touched the neck of the sluggish apprentice with a smile on her face, her pupils gradually turned a red blood, and she opened her mouth slightly, revealing sharp canines three times longer than her front teeth, and the sharp tips of the teeth seemed to flash with blood......

(To be continued)