Chapter 485 Improved Spell Experiment (5)

Gray Rain Country, in the branch of the Thought of Truth in the Gray Swamp Swamp.

There are still many potholes in the muddy swamp all year round, and a faint gray mist lingers a few centimeters above the ground. There are no small animals or insects in the entire area where mages live, and there is only one in the distance. Lofty towers thrust into the gray sky.

This is a quiet and mysterious mage residence. Under normal circumstances, including official-level mages, no creature would choose to approach this area, because the entire area around the mage tower can be said to be the private domain of master-level powerhouses. And in the small branch of the Thinking of Truth, no master-level powerhouse has the guts to offend.

However, on this day, a "team" ushered in this dead swamp. Of course, these people came only after obtaining a pass.

Most of the team consisted of a group of young orcs dressed in rags. These listless, green-skinned orcs, male and female, were all bound with heavy chains. The sound of rattling iron chains reminded them that they could not Erase identities - slaves!

Walking at the front of the line were two trainee mage apprentices wearing gray robes. According to regulations, "goods" such as slaves must be "escorted" by mage apprentices, so this time they were responsible for delivering the "goods" to the mage. The tower's transporters are two trainee-level apprentices.

Seeing that the distance to the mysterious tower was getting closer, one of the apprentices who couldn't bear the loneliness began to complain in a low voice while wiping the dew off his robe.

"I said... this is already the first batch of slaves this week. Why do you feel that Lord Sai'an is consuming more and more slaves? So many slave stews are enough for ten days and half a month Alright..."

Looking at the group of slaves following behind him, the sorcerer apprentice couldn't help but slap his lips.

Although these strong young orc slaves are not professionals, their price is still much higher than that of ordinary humans, especially in this "peaceful" period when there is no war between large orcs and human city-states, such high-quality orc slaves The price has been soaring all the way. For most apprentices, the price of such an orc slave is enough to complete a mission by themselves.

But looking at the high-level mentor in the tower, the young apprentice who has just been promoted to the apprentice level sincerely laments the richness of the strong-they buy dozens of orc slaves every week, and exchange points without even blinking their eyes.

A young mage who doesn't know the cruelty of the world dares to make fun of a senior mentor, but the companion next to him obviously doesn't have the guts. Seeing his "friend" dare to speak freely under the mage tower of a master-level powerhouse, The frightened apprentice immediately slapped the young mage hard on the back of the head!

"Shh! Shut up, you and I can talk about the senior mentor? Master Sai'an is not a good-tempered spellcaster. If the last "delivery boy" died suddenly during a mission, I would not allow you at all." This rookie and I "run express"!

The young mage is very aware of the principle that misfortune comes from the mouth. After so many years in the thinking of truth, it has seen too many "chatters" who died because of the momentary indiscriminate words, although he has never heard of this. A senior mentor named Punk Saiyan has had examples of embarrassing apprentices in the past six hundred years, but too many vivid facts still make him almost jump in fright when he hears his companions talking casually stand up.

"Remember, don't talk too much when you see Master Sai'an, just put these slaves in the basement under the hall of the mage tower, the senior instructor will not embarrass us ants, as long as you don't make trouble There will be no problem!"

Whispering to his companion in an exhorting tone, the young mage apprentice took out a clean rag from his storage pocket.

When sending these slaves to the Mage Tower, at least the young mage will usually scrub the slaves clean. This is not due to the rigid rules of the mission of "transporting slaves" by the Thought of Truth, but just a little experienced personal behavior of the young mage. .

For a mage like him who has little potential and is not good at management, every opportunity he tries to create for himself is worth taking seriously. Although it is very dangerous to be able to get in touch with official-level mages and even master-level powerhouses, the "delivery" job is very dangerous. If you do it well, you will definitely get a lot of money in return.

After all... Just a little rubbish in the fingers of a master-level powerhouse is enough for a trainee-level apprentice to make a fortune!

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After locking a group of slaves in the underground cell of the mage tower, the two mage apprentices took out a receipt and respectfully bowed to Punk and said:

"A total of fifty healthy young orc slaves have been delivered, Lord Sai'an, please sign for them."

"Very well, now you can leave".

Standing in the shadows, Punk casually imprinted his soul imprint on the parchment handed over by the mage apprentice, then he turned and left the hall.

The expectation of the two little apprentices to get some benefits is doomed to be unfulfilled here, even though Punk is in a very good mood today. Because punk never likes to waste time, and he is also a very noisy person, if you throw a gem to these two apprentices...they will definitely thank you loudly. Thank you very annoying!

The pace of time is always surprisingly fast. In the experimental process that punk felt did not take long at all, a full six hundred years had passed in a flash. You must know that even for a master-level powerhouse, six hundred years One year is quite a long time, and the apprentices of the Thought of Truth have already changed dozens of batches.

However, such a long period of time does not matter to punks. After the confrontation between the Mages Guild and the Zhentarim gradually subsided more than 400 years ago, the entire Gray Rain Country once again recovered. In the calm, and in the Thinking of Truth branch, there is only the news that "Master Kirk Weilun transplanted a blood of a magical creature for himself and successfully extended his life by four hundred years" that deserves Punk's attention.

But it’s just a little bit of attention. The mage’s experimental research must be undivided. Once he enters the research state, there is no need for punk to care about the trivial matters of the outside world. He devoted his energy to the improvement of spells, and now, his years of hard work finally saw the hope of harvesting.

That's right, Punk's improved spell is about to be completed. Although it took a full six hundred years and consumed most of the wealth Punk seized from Southend, Punk is only one step away from success , He is about to complete a perfect improved spell, an excellent spell that Owakyin's inferior works can't match!

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