The days of 'love' passed day by day. At the end of the day, the two of them began to pack their goods as usual. Prepare for store closing.

At that moment, a man came in, his face completely hidden under the black hood, and walked straight to the counter.

Wu Daoan hurriedly showed a signature business smile: "May I ask the guests what do you need?"

The mysterious man shook his head, and his voice was very low: "I'm here to sell something." Tell your shopkeeper to come over. ”

The magic prop shop also has a part-time function of recycling second-hand items, which is not unusual, Wu Daoan still said very politely: "What this customer wants to sell, I can identify the quality." Don't worry, don't look at me young, but I'm a sage. I won't look away. ”

However, the mysterious man didn't buy it, and said impatiently: "Call your shopkeeper quickly, I don't have much time to waste." ”

Wu Daoan suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, adhered to the attitude that the customer is God, and continued to persuade with kind words: "Guest, you might as well take out the props you want to sell first." If it's really beyond the scope of my ability assessment, I can ask my boss to come over. ”

The mysterious man snorted coldly: "What can you little girl know? Don't ink, hurry up, I want to talk to your shopkeeper." ”

Just as the two were arguing, there was a sound of 'kicking and kicking' downstairs at the stairs, and an old magician slowly walked up to Wu Daoan, looked at the mysterious man, and said, "I am the shopkeeper here." Say, what are you going to sell. ”

The mysterious man leaned in and lowered his voice: "You are Lord Griffiths? ”

Hearing the word 'Scepter of Truth', Griffith's pupils instantly contracted, and he stared at the other party for a long time before replying, "I'm not interested." You can sell it elsewhere. ”

The mysterious man didn't talk nonsense, and bowed slightly. Turn away.

Wu Daoan hurriedly pulled Grefitz's robe and asked curiously, "Grandpa, what is the Scepter of Truth?"

Griffitz looked down at the innocent 'girl' and regained her kind expression: "This is an old legend among our magicians. It is said that before the fall of the Sage Augustus, he used the supreme power of the Holy Spirit to make seven magic items. It is said that whoever collects these seven items will receive the inheritance of the Sage Augustus and be sanctified on the spot. And the Scepter of Truth is one of these seven props. ”

Hey. Why does this story still sound a little familiar? Why does it look a bit like the setting of a certain comic? However, Wu Daoan still adheres to the tradition of curious babies and continues to ask: "Then why did Grandpa refuse the man just now? If he can get the Scepter of Truth, Grandpa will definitely be able to go to the next level." ”

Griffitz sighed: "The so-called sage is high in the upper echelons of the heavenly realm, this is a realm that only the emperor can set foot in, wouldn't it be self-inflicting my own hardship to forcibly participate? Otherwise, you will only end up pitting yourself. ”

Wu Daoan's big eyes rolled, and he made a request: "Grandpa, my cultivation has fallen into a bottleneck now, and I can't feel the laws of the world no matter what, can you guide me?"

Griffiths shook his head: "You are already a disciple of King Neopus, so I can't interfere with your cultivation anymore. Besides, the path of magic is focused on one's own perception, and you can't rely too much on outsiders. ”

"Grandpa, good grandpa. You can help me~" Wu Daoan used the coquettish and cute Dafa, holding one of Griffiths's arms and shaking it. The voice is as soft as sugar, enough to make the bones of a normal man soften.

Although Griffitz is old, he doesn't care much about men and women, but he still loves the innocent and cute 'girl' in front of him very much, and finally let go: "Okay, okay, I really can't help you." Come to my room tonight. I'll take a look at the current state of your practice and look for questions. Remember, just this once!"

"Thank you, grandpa!" Wu Daoan clapped his little hands happily, and his big eyes narrowed into a beautiful crescent shape, and even Griffiths, an old antique that has lived for thousands of years, couldn't help but move.

It's night. In the room at the end of the third floor, Wu Daoan showed his meditation and spell casting process in turn as requested, and Griffitz frowned tightly after seeing it: "How many adventures have you had to become a sage? To tell you the truth, let alone an advanced grandmaster, you may even fall off the rank of a sage in the future. ”

Wu Daoan also knew that he had made too many tricks along the way, and this sage was a bit unworthy of his name, so he had to stare at Griffitz pitifully, looking like he was about to cry.

Griffitz finally relented and sighed: "Okay, don't look at me like this, as if I'm some heinous villain." However, the problem of the foundation cannot be solved overnight, and you can only make up for it slowly in your future practice. But as for the realm of the grandmaster, I am afraid that you are hopeless in this life. Hey, don't cry, you girl!, I can't help it, I'll teach you a powerful water magic so that you won't be too embarrassed when you fight other sages in the future. ”

In this way, Wu Daoan exchanged his personal magic weapon 'Maiden's Tears' for an ancient spell book, and the name of the spell was also very domineering: Ice Dragon Fury.

High-level spells, especially combat spells, are extremely complex, such as this sage-level spell 'Ice Dragon's Wrath', the spell alone is written in a thick book, and it would normally take an hour to read it. Obviously, it is impossible for a mage to spend so long chanting a spell in battle, so the only way is to recite it silently, or to chant it at a rapid pace, to be able to recite so many syllables in a very short time.

Theoretically, a magister should have been able to recite incantations proficiently. But Wu Daoan became a monk halfway, and his proficiency in silent recitation skills was extremely low, and now he can only slowly re-study.

In this way, the calendar on the wall is flipped to the next month, and the new month has an alias, called the Foggy Moon. As the name suggests, every morning there is a thick fog outside the window, and the visibility is less than one meter, but fortunately, the residents of the city are basically magicians, and they can sense the surroundings with their divine senses, but it does not affect their lives too much.

After work, Wu Daoan skillfully packed up his belongings, closed the door of the store, and ended the day's business. At this time, Griffitz came down from upstairs, and Wu Daoan hurriedly greeted him sweetly: "Grandpa, you are here." ”

Griffitz smiled kindly, nodded, looked around again, and asked, "What about Xiao Han?"

"He just went out to buy dinner. ”

Griffitz let out an 'oh', walked up to Wu Daoan, and patted his little head gently: "Tell Grandpa honestly, did that kid ever bully you?"

Wu Daoan hurriedly shook his head: "No, we have always respected each other." ”

A sly smile appeared on Griffith's face: "You are all young people, one handsome and the other beautiful, and you really haven't done anything to be ashamed?"

Wu Daoan's face turned red when he was on the ground, and he sneered: "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense! ”

"Hahaha, it's good to be pure. But if you don't want to have a baby so early, remember to use contraceptive magic afterwards. ”

"Grandpa!" Wu Daoan was even more ashamed, lowering his head and tugging the old grandmaster's robe back and forth.

At this time, Han Zongxian pushed open the door and came in, looked at the young man strangely, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, you go up quickly!" Wu Daoan pushed Han Zongxian up the stairs like this.

Seeing that Han Zongxian was no longer in sight, Wu Daoan asked a question that he was very concerned about: "Grandpa, why did you recruit Lao Han as a clerk? Obviously, he is not even a magician. ”

Hearing this question, Griffith's face was full of deep meaning: "There are some things that I can't see in your realm, but I can already sense them slightly. That young man is not ordinary, and there is a trace of something special mixed in the original breath. ”

Wu Daoan was hung up his appetite: "Grandpa, what the hell is it, don't sell it." ”

Griffitz didn't answer, but patted his little head gently: "Actually, you also have this thing." But what do you call it? I don't know. Luck, karma, fate, maybe all of them, maybe they're all of them, maybe they're not. And whether it's a blessing or a curse for you, I don't know. But I can be sure that there is a bond between you and him that transcends the law, and perhaps you will understand it when you are at a higher level. ”

Wu Daoan's big eyes blinked, with an expression that seemed to understand or not.

Griffiths suddenly straightened his face: "How's the magic spell I gave you doing?"

"That...... It's a bit difficult to recite silently......" Wu Daoan pursed his lips innocently.

Griffitz had a helpless expression: "Alas, I will be a good person to the end, and I will also teach you the skills of reciting incantations silently." Come up with me. (To be continued......)