"I …" Han Shuo opened his mouth, but before he had time to speak, Lisa had already launched a flurry of punches at Han Shuo. She cursed as she hit him, "Damned Brian, you actually kissed me. My first kiss was stolen by a lunatic. Heavens, this is too scary, I'm going to kill you! "
After kissing Lisa, Han Shuo's heart was in a state of panic. It was Lisa's first time, but wasn't it the same for Han Shuo as well?
Lisa's expression was terrified, and with the injury on her buttocks, her punches had no strength at all. Han Shuo didn't feel any pain or itch, so he didn't resist again. His mind raced as he thought of how to get Lisa to stop pursuing this matter.
Lisa seemed to be tired after hitting him for a while. Her eyes were a bit red and swollen, but she still stared at Han Shuo with an ominous glint in her eyes. After a while, Lisa frowned and said coldly to Han Shuo, "Brian, I promise to let you go if you tell me one thing."
Han Shuo stared blankly for a moment before he asked dumbly, "Tell you what?"
"Why have you become stronger and stronger recently? You couldn't even dodge the skeletal warriors before, but now even the zombie warriors can't touch you. You even taught that idiot Bach a lesson last time. Claude's fighting aura clearly entered your body this morning, why didn't you die immediately? What's the reason for all of this? "Lisa stared closely at Han Shuo as she inquired.
Startled, Han Shuo cursed inwardly. His body had indeed become stronger due to training in magical yuan, and he hadn't thought that Lisa would detect it so quickly.
After thinking quickly for a moment, Han Shuo smiled foolishly and said, "I, I don't know either. I just ate something recently that made my body feel stronger and stronger. "
Han Shuo saw Lisa's eyes light up when she heard this. Lisa then approached Han Shuo in high spirits, her eyes focused on Han Shuo as she said, "What did you eat? If you tell me, I won't pursue this matter any further."
"Mix the Lizard-Tailed Aardwolf Tooth with the Magic Reagent … Soak it in warm water for a day and drink it all together. You'll get better and better stamina." Han Shuo frowned and thought for a while before telling Lisa with a silly smile.
Lisa's face was solemn as she listened attentively to Han Shuo. She repeated Han Shuo's words and then muttered to herself, "Eh? Can it be that these disgusting things have this kind of effect when mixed together?"
Han Shuo didn't answer and just looked at Lisa with a silly smile.
"Hmph, I'll let you go today. I'll find you to practice my magic next time." Lisa thought for a bit and got up from the ground to leave. Then, she let out an "Ouch!" and cursed, "Damned Brian, how can you kick me so hard? Why am I so unlucky every time I run into you lately?!"
Lisa cursed as she rubbed her butt and walked out of the training field. As soon as Lisa opened the door and left the training field, Han Shuo immediately followed and left when no one was paying attention.
When night fell and no one was around, Han Shuo snuck to the junkyard and tried to use his mental strength to command Little Skull to come out. Who knew that Little Skull wouldn't receive the command. With no other choice, Han Shuo could only endure the stench and rummage through the junkyard. In the end, he found Little Skull underneath the garbage.
Little Skull was paralyzed under the garbage and didn't seem to be breathing, as if he'd fallen asleep. The ribs in his chest seemed to have fallen apart, and he looked like he'd suffered heavy injuries. Based on his connection with Little Skull, Han Shuo knew that Little Skull hadn't been crippled. When he thought about how Little Skull had received his orders to take revenge on Lisa and then looked at Little Skull's pitiful state, he felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.
"Claude, oh Claude, just you wait, I'll settle this with you sooner or later!"
Picking up Little Skull, Han Shuo took advantage of the dark and windy night to sneak back to the junkyard. The broken ribs in front of Little Skull's chest still made clanging sounds as Han Shuo ran. This caused a bout of heartache for Han Shuo.
After returning to the junkyard and carefully closing the door, Han Shuo thought for a moment and once again placed Little Skull into the wooden barrel. He then rummaged around and found seven broken bones, sticking them into the barrel and continuing to infuse magical yuan into it. He once again deployed the "Yin Magical Concentration Matrix" and attempted to use the method of repairing demonic treasures to repair Little Skull's body.
This time, after Han Shuo infused magical yuan into the small wooden barrel, he discovered that his body seemed to feel much better compared to the previous time when he'd been completely drained. It was as if his magical yuan had increased after enveloping and melting Claude's fighting aura in the morning. This caused Han Shuo to have another thought in his mind.
After placing Little Skull in place, Han Shuo took out "The Foundations of Necromancy Magic" from under the small wooden bed and continued to study it. These days, Han Shuo would read "The Foundations of Necromancy Magic" every time he returned home.
Although this book was only a book on the basics of magic and didn't record any powerful necromancy magic, it was still too profound for a novice like Han Shuo who knew nothing about magic.
Today, as he flipped through the pages of "The Magic Dictionary" and compared it with "The Foundations of Necromancy Magic", Han Shuo had unwittingly sunk into infatuation. However, even with the "Magic Dictionary" in hand, he still couldn't understand some of the terms within.
Sighing deeply, Han Shuo put down the two books in his hands. He thought to himself that he had only understood magic for ten days after all. If he could understand everything in the books, then there would be no need for the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force to exist. After some thought, Han Shuo decided to take advantage of the convenience of his position and eavesdrop in the necromancy major's classroom.
After calming his mind and focusing his mind, Han Shuo once again sank into meditation, making use of all the time to increase his mental strength. He unwittingly meditated until late at night and then fell asleep peacefully.
When he woke up early the next morning, Han Shuo was full of energy again, as if there was an inexhaustible amount of energy in his body. The Little Skull in the small wooden tub next to his bed was silent and lifeless. There were seven small whirlpools around the seven broken bones in the tub, faintly flowing with a dark light.
Upon closer inspection, the few broken ribs in front of the Little Skull's chest had actually been rearranged without him noticing. In addition, there seemed to be a dark light shining in the two empty eye sockets of the Little Skull, appearing quite strange.
Han Shuo used his mental strength to contact the Little Skull and immediately felt that the Little Skull seemed to be overjoyed at being reborn. Feeling the same, Han Shuo smiled faintly and said to himself, "Little Skull, oh Little Skull, you're lucky to have followed me, Han Shuo. As long as my magical yuan is strong enough, I can continuously refine you and make you stronger and stronger. Sooner or later, that brat Claude will be in big trouble."
Because the Little Skull was still being refined in the wooden tub, Han Shuo could only get out of bed himself and throw away yesterday's trash. After washing his face with clear cold water, Han Shuo energetically wiped the stone statues on the road clean. He then completed the tasks that he had to do, received a piece of black bread, grabbed a broom, and ran excitedly to the necromancy classroom.
"If magic is to be released perfectly, incantations and hand gestures are interconnected. If the incantation is not correct or the hand gesture is not correct, then the magic will not be released. Magic is a mysterious power. Through mental strength and some profound incantations, one can borrow power from the elemental energy of the sky and earth, and then find the target of the magic according to the hand gesture … "
The necromancy students were either lazily or attentively listening to teacher Gene's lecture. Separated by a few windows, Han Shuo listened attentively, the broom in his hand moving unconsciously.
Gene was the same as Fanny. He was an adept necromancy mage and also a necromancy magic teacher. Gene mainly explained the general outlines and foundations of magic, and was also responsible for helping the students explain some difficult points in their studies. Fanny taught the students how to use some auxiliary necromancy magic, and was also responsible for leading the students to practice necromancy magic.
In the entire Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts, there were not only adept mages as teachers in other majors, but also archmages who were more knowledgeable and more powerful. However, because there were too few necromancy students, there were also only two of them as teachers, and both of them were only adept mages. On one hand, there was no need to invest too many teachers in a small necromancy major. On the other hand, because the necromancy major had declined, there were too few archmages.
In the Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts, as long as the students passed through the various trials and became adept mages, they could graduate. Of course, if the students wanted to continue their studies in the academy, they could still stay and study. Because there were more students in many majors, they were divided into classes of magic apprentices, beginner mages, and intermediate mages. However, there were too few necromancy students, so all the students were in the same class.
At this moment, Han Shuo was incomparably focused. He lowered his head with a trace of a happy smile on his face. In this short while, Han Shuo had already understood a few things that he had never understood before from Gene's explanation. In this moment, Gene's dull, old-fashioned voice was like the sound of nature in Han Shuo's ears. Han Shuo was completely intoxicated by it.
With a plop, a student wearing a magic robe suddenly fell down in front of Han Shuo. He stuck his butt up, his face making intimate contact with the white jade floor. He then crawled up from the ground, grimacing, and turned to look at Han Shuo. He said angrily, "Brian, how dare you use a broom to rub my feet."
"Ah, I … I was only sweeping the floor!" When Han Shuo saw that it was Fitch who had stood up, he immediately spoke in a panicked voice.
Fitch was one hundred and seventy six meters tall. He had light blue hair, a bony body, and a loose magic robe that made him look like a covered stick. He was a journeyman mage in the necromancy major and had always wanted to pass the trial to advance to adept mage. It was a pity that he hadn't passed the trial time and time again. He'd heard that he'd gone to another trial a few days ago and had only just returned.
Han Shuo had been so enthralled by Gene's lecture on the foundations of magic that the broom in his hand had swayed unconsciously. It wasn't strange that Fitch had been caught in it.
"Eh, it's Fitch who's back. Heh heh, did you fail the trial again? It looks like you still need to work hard if you want to become an adept mage. Teacher welcomes you back very much. Brian must have done it unintentionally, don't take it to heart! "Gene laughed lightly in the classroom and spoke lightly with a mocking tone.
However, Han Shuo didn't feel the slightest bit of gratitude when he heard Gene speak up for him. Instead, he cursed Gene in his heart for meddling in other people's business.
Fitch's temper wasn't too good to begin with, but it wasn't too bad either. Even though he'd repeatedly failed the adept mage trials, he still had an infatuated love for necromancy magic and had been diligently and tirelessly practicing. Fitch was the boss of Bach and the others, but he normally wouldn't bully the errand boys like Brian.
However, both Fitch and Gene were unrequited in love with Fanny. A large part of the reason why Fitch was working hard to advance to adept mage was because of one sentence from Fanny, "I'll only consider it when you become an adept mage."
It was precisely because of this that the teacher and student had always disliked each other. If it wasn't for Gene's pleading, Han Shuo might have been able to avoid this calamity. But now that Gene had spoken, it was certain that he'd become a hindrance.
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