After a day and a night of flying, Grimm hurriedly left the Holy Tower of Seven Rings' protective shield.
On the balloon airship.
Grimm was wearing a loose sorcerer's robe and the Mask of Truth. He was shrouded in elemental mist as he stood at the forefront of the airship's deck. He allowed the cold wind to caress his body as layers of clouds and mist passed by.
Come to think of it, the last time he took a balloon airship was two hundred years ago, when Teacher Peranos carried him in front of the Holy Tower of Seven Rings.
Now that he thought about it, it felt like a dream.
In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred years had passed. For an ordinary person, it was the time of three generations. For most sorcerer-apprentices, it was a lifetime. However, for a Demon-Hunter Sorcerer, it was just a small mission cycle. It was just like a mandatory mission once every two years during a sorcerer-apprentice period.
Sorcerers could be seen everywhere in the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. But in the vast Sorcerer Continent outside, every sorcerer was undoubtedly mysterious and honorable.
In the eyes of ordinary people, they were the masters of this world, secretly controlling everything in this world.
"Sir Sorcerer, your oil flower cake and milk bud honey tea."
A cute little boy, about 1.5 meters tall, hopped over with a tray in his hand. He looked up at Grimm expectantly with a pair of big watery blue eyes.
To the civilians in the hinterland of the Holy Tower, although sorcerers were great, they were not as respectful as the people in the Sorcerer Academy World.
Even a reward from a sorcerer was a great opportunity for the civilians. Therefore, many civilians were willing to try their luck with some sorcerers who seemed to be easy to talk to.
The little boy interrupted Grimm's thoughts. He sighed, turned around, and stretched out his hands to take the tea tray.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, the little boy screamed. His legs trembled as he looked at Grimm's outstretched hands. His eyes were wide open, and his teeth were chattering.
On the skin of Grimm's hands, there were ribbon-like bruises and strange-shaped claw marks entangled with each other. They were constantly moving and vivid, as if they were going to drill out of Grimm's body at any time.
Such a horrible scene naturally frightened the little boy, just like the first time Grimm saw Norris's stitched face.
In the eyes of ordinary people, wizards were always mysterious and terrifying.
Frowning, Grimm was in a bad mood. He casually tossed half a Magic Stone to the little boy, then picked up the teacup and tasted it.
The little boy was scared witless and ran away.
All in all, the boy's attempt to approach a wizard was a complete failure.
"Caw caw, that little fellow was so frightened by you that he almost peed his pants. I'm sure that he'll never forget your hands for the rest of his life." Myna gloated as it watched the little boy run away.
His entire life?
It was just a few decades, what was there to pay attention to …
Grimm ignored Myna and stood on the deck of the balloon airship, quietly tasting his tea and eating his oil cake.
Seeing that there was no more fun to be had, Myna did not say anything more about the matter. It tore a small piece of the oil cake from Grimm's plate and ate it. While eating, it said, "That fellow Angelo did not advance into a Level-2 Sorcerer. It was just that the Dawn Sages at the headquarters of the Holy Tower of Seven Rings took him in. What a lucky fellow."
Grimm also yearned for the Dawn Sages, but that place did not accept low-level Dark Sorcerers.
"It was never luck. He relied on his own wisdom and hard work to be recognized by the Dawn Sages." Grimm drank a mouthful of hot tea and said calmly.
Myna swallowed the oil cake in its mouth, tore another piece into its mouth, and said incoherently, "Let's not talk about that fellow. Let's talk about us, caw caw. This time, other than going to the Black Isotta Academy to look for your Mentor Peranos and meet the Black Iso Tower Stigmata Sorcerer to ask for the seal of the Nightmare Shadow, what else is there? "
Grimm thought for a while.
"Going to the Tomb Segja Sorcerer Academy, spending the reward of a hundred years of sorcerer labor, and even adding some Sorcerer Essences to hire a large number of Arcane Sorcerers to complete a large number of base components for the 'Eternal Destructive Energy Observatory'. This will save a lot of time for the research of Destructive Energy. Also, to meet some of my former … friends. "
Grimm's voice became softer and softer, indescribable melancholy and apprehension.
"Friends? Caw caw, I remember now. Didn't you mention your spouse, the sorceress-apprentice Lefay? " Myna seemed to be on steroids and was extremely excited. Its hair stood on end as it stood on Grimm's shoulder and stared at Grimm, as if hoping to find three.
Grimm knocked on Myna's head and said fiercely, "It's a lover!"
"Caw caw, caw caw caw, yes, it's a lover, a lover." Myna covered its head with its wings and said embarrassedly, but it still looked at Grimm excitedly and observed Grimm.
Although Grimm's face was expressionless, as if he had already seen through the vicissitudes of time as an official sorcerer, deep in his heart, the scene of him "escaping" from the Black Isotta Academy was still vivid in his mind.
That kind of fear was as if Grimm had already seen himself become an official sorcerer, the qualitative changes in his life could not change the objective development of the world. Those sincere friends, even the love of his life, were baptized by the passage of time and "quickly" died in front of him.
This kind of training and pain was a necessary experience for an official sorcerer to mature.
No matter what, he could not escape.
At this moment, Grimm even began to silently pray to fate in his heart. This kind of behavior of a sorcerer seemed to be the weakest and most stupid behavior, but because of true love, he could not help but show it.
The ignorant emotions of ordinary people were pinned on the distant and uncontrollable hope of fate.
At this moment, in Grimm's heart, this kind of weakness had even overcome the reason of a sorcerer. He only hoped that he could fight as hard as he could to avoid the tragedy.
This was the weakest emotion deep in the heart that Norris had mentioned. A sorcerer who had not experienced all this was only a sorcerer-apprentice with the power of a sorcerer.
Grimm looked into the distance.
"My dear Lefay, have you become an official sorcerer or not? My dear friend Robinson, have you and your Robin the Moon fulfilled your vows of love? Nina York, you must have learned to be strong during the years when Chris was not here … "
After a pause, Grimm could not help but start to recall the scenes of him as a sorcerer-apprentice.
In the hall on the first floor of the Black Iso Tower, the fat guy who provided him with magic stones for perfume every month, with his big belly and small eyes squinted, enjoying himself in the rocking chair. Until now, Lucien still could not forget that fat guy.
The second senior brother of Varro, who worked part-time as a guard for the rental of precious experimental equipment on the seventh floor of the Black Iso Tower. He was not good at sorcery, but he liked to collect those strange collections from the other world. He had a lot of academic knowledge.
Garnigel, the soul partner of Norris. Damn Black Cat, did it have something to do with Norris again?
There was also the girl who had a sweet smile like the summer sun. She had short black hair, healthy buckwheat skin, and straight legs. She always hugged Lucien's neck and teased him. She wanted to study sorcery in Norris's library.
Alastair, the founder of the Death Sail League. This guy always dressed like a noble. He also had an ambiguous relationship with his very popular lover, Belle.
Did the Death Sail League still exist?
There were also the wizards who had some contact with Grimm.
The beautiful female teacher Elaine, who ate a centipede raw in the first class, later asked Grimm to buy some Venus perfume through the fat guy. From then on, Grimm and the Purple Tulip Family started the cooperation mode.
The short old wizard who sold him the Ashen Mask and the Blood Bat's Kiss, Shinruu, the goatee, often laughed at Lucien for making a good advertisement for him.
Fake Faceless Nilmar, the mysterious sound wave sorcerer who hijacked the ship heading to the Lilith School, accepted Sam as his disciple, and changed Lucien's fate.
Two hundred years later, how are you guys now?
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