chapter 2 black magician

"Jie Jie Jie, Zern, you did a good job. It turned out to be a mature Starlight herb. I just need it for one of my next experiments..."

A hoarse voice came from a middle-aged magician in black robes in front of him.

The wide hood covered most of the magician's appearance.

The only thing that was exposed was half a face that was as shriveled as a thousand-year-old corpse, and a dull yellow eye.

Facing the mid-level monster Saltwater giants, Zern was able to maintain his composure from beginning to end.

But facing this black magician, Zern's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Zern believed that as long as the black magician stretched out his finger gently, no matter how violent the giant crocodile of Warcraft was, it would be as obedient as a cat and crawl at the opponent's feet.

This is the power of magic, this is the majesty of the black magician! It is synonymous with true terror and despair.

"So Zern, we magicians generally adhere to the principle of equal transactions. Tell me, what do you want?"

The black magician named Mosidol tapped his magic wand with a pale finger and asked the young man in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, it may be that the relatively large movements and excitement involved Zern's wounds, and a trace of blood seeped out of the chest of the black magic apprentice again.

But the pull of the wound did not cause any pause in Zern's movements and words.

He bowed forward ninety degrees and said in a very humble and respectful tone: "I want to be your apprentice, Mosidol, to help you solve problems and explore the true meaning of magic."

He didn't hear the answer from his bent waist, and kept his posture at 90 degrees.

Before the black magician Mosidol didn't directly answer Zern's request to become a disciple, he remained motionless from beginning to end.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

The magic quartz clock records the slow passage of time.

Zern couldn't see the expression of the black magician Mosidol, and could only see a thin finger like a bone, slowly tapping the head of his magic wand.

It feels uncomfortable to have your destiny in the hands of others.

But Zern knows that as long as Mosidol is willing to accept him as his disciple, he will at least be able to control his own destiny in the future better than more than 70% of the magic apprentices The City of Mensobra!

Instead of being thrown directly onto the experimental table as a specimen by a black magician who was in a bad mood one day.

The waiting time was long, and the burst wound on Zern chest even dripped a small pool of blood onto the ground.

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Under normal circumstances, the consequences of desecrating the laboratory of a distinguished black magician would be extremely serious.

But the strange thing is that Mosidol did not blame Zern for this, including the fact that at this time, Zern was also focused on Mosidol as his teacher, and did not notice this detail at all.

"Hehehe, I heard that the old woman Anginia and the old guy Colonso also praised your performance in the magic class."

"Why don't you go and become their disciples?" The oppressive and quiet atmosphere was finally interrupted, and Mosidol asked casually.

Zern naturally had his own reasons for choosing to be his Mosidol.

But he knew that it was difficult to explain his reasons clearly. Should he say it openly? He felt that Mosidol"normally" at the Black Magic Academy.

He is not like Anginia who goes crazy from time to time, nor is he like Colonso who always likes to use his apprentices for magical amputation experiments.

The main courses taught by Mosidol at the Black Magic Academy are "Introduction to Alchemy" and "Basic Knowledge of the Fire Element".

It just so happens that Zern's physique is relatively compatible with the fire element, and the limited magic knowledge he has is mainly based on fire magic.

That's why after careful consideration, he chose to apply to become a disciple of Mosidol been low-key in the Black Magic Academy.

Including the three Starlight herb he obtained at the risk of his life, they are also important neutralizers in the process of magic alchemy experiments.

For ordinary black magicians, the value of Starlight herb is actually not high.

But for Mosidol, it is indeed of great value, because this thing is difficult to cultivate artificially and only grows in the wild.

After pondering for a moment, Zern whispered: "Because I feel that you, Master, have gone further on the path of magic than Master Anginia and Master Colonso."

"Only by following you can I master the true meaning of magic."

Zern's answer soon caused Mosidol to burst into laughter.

It's just that Mosidol's voice has always been hoarse, which makes this quiet laboratory look even more eerie when set off by Mosidol's laughter.

The praise of himself and the suppression of the other two black magicians made Mosidol feel very comfortable.

But the factor that really made Mosidol decide to take Zern into his arms was the second half of Zern's words.

"Master the true meaning of magic? Instead of pursuing stronger power?!"

"Hmph! Zern, if you really understand that knowledge is the source of power for our magicians, then you will surpass more than 90% of the apprentices in the Black Magic Academy."

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"Including many boring official black magicians, they are often confused by power."

"Maybe they have been underground for too long, and these guys have gradually forgotten the true meaning of magic."Mosidol snorted and sneered.

A green magic beam of "body regeneration" shot out from the head of Mosidol's magic wand.

This was an advanced healing magic from a great and formal magician. The moment he saw this green beam, Zern finally let go of his long-standing concern.

At the same time, there was also fatigue coming from deep inside the body, as well as the numbness and itchiness caused by the growth of granules on the chest.

"Go back and rest for a while. I agree to accept you as my fifth disciple."

"There is still a trace of paralyzing toxin in your blood. Have you eaten blue moss?"Mosidol asked.

"Yes, mentor, during the process of returning to The City of Mensobra, I briefly treated the wound with blue moss."Zern replied respectfully, and called "mentor".

Blue moss is a relatively common low-level plant with little magical value, but it can paralyze muscles to a certain extent.

However, the price of use is that blue moss itself is toxic, and corresponding antidotes are needed to neutralize the toxins afterwards.

The black magician Mosidol gives people a very cold feeling, but it has to be said that Zern made an absolutely correct decision this time.

A large bottle of intermediate antidote was taken out by Mosidol from his black robe.

Along with it, there was a short staff and a medal.

A powerful wave of magic appeared on the surface of the short staff and the medal.

This was the first time Zern had ever seen a real magical item.

The former is a magic wand, which is regarded as the noodle maker's gift given to Zern by Mosidol .

Although it is a "gadget" that Mosidol refined in his spare time, to Thane, it is an out-and-out treasure.

It contains a corrosive acid that is enough to melt the scales of high-level monsters.

The latter medal is the key that will allow Zern to freely enter and Mosidol laboratory in the future. It is also a symbol of Zern status as a disciple of Mosidol.

"Go back and rest for a while. In my laboratory in three days, I happen to have an experiment that I need your assistance to complete." After handing the three noodle chef gifts to Zern, Mosidol and said.

Only then did Zern dare to look up at Mosidol.

The person who appeared in front of him at this time was a middle-aged man in a black robe with a slightly sinister face and yellow eyes.