Wang Erde once had two disciples.
When he was still an ordinary Terror Level Dark Sorcerer and did not have the title of "Blackscale Faceless", he was still an ordinary Black Sorcerer.
Because they relied on language as a source of power, wild Black Warlocks were very rare. Almost all Black Warlocks had their own teachers.
Language had to be transmitted through communication, and the accuracy of language pronunciation determined the probability of ether resonance, which determined the power of spells. This also meant that the Black Warlock's inheritance had to be communicated a lot.
If there was no responsible teacher to teach them face to face, the wild Black Warlock could only cast some crappy spells such as "Slippage Spell," "Candle Extinguishing Spell."
Who would have thought that these things were actually "Corrosive Mire" and "Wind Realm Shackles?"
At the same time, compared to the Light Warlocks' tightly hidden words and imprints, the Black Warlock's language could be said to be the easiest to learn among the Extraordinaries. They only needed to "pronounce" it.
This was also the important reason why there were so many Black Warlocks at the bottom, but they were so unbearable.
No wonder they were so poor that they were blacklisted by the Dome Church.
Those Black Warlocks who didn't even have a rating but were still cleaning up the mess for various forces were a dime a dozen.
But also because of the mechanism of the Black Warlock's inheritance, the relationship between a normal and reliable teacher and disciple was very close. They trusted each other more than family. Remember the website: m.9biquge.com.
Wang Erde naturally had his own teacher.
One of the three God-level Black Warlocks on the Truth Society's rating list: "The Ancient King of Spiritual Words," "Dark Emperor," "Dragon Speaker," and "The Last Descendant of the Giants," Slater Augustus.
This legendary Black Warlock was known as a living fossil in the history of Black Warlocks. He had taught countless disciples in his life.
But one thing was certain, the Black Warlocks who came under his tutelage all became famous powerhouses.
Wang Erde had always felt that he was very lucky to be able to become the disciple of such a great person with no background.
His final graduation work was the gargoyle that he had given to Lin Jie.
He still remembered how he excitedly walked up to the old wizard and handed over his final work.
Augustus' huge, skinny body had almost merged with his throne. The throne was the last territory of the Giant Kingdom, and he could not leave his homeland and country.
The old sorcerer extended his hand and took the gargoyle. After examining it for a while, he revealed a kind and gratified smile and said meaningfully, "You're right.
"Fate has made its choice. From now on, you will graduate, my disciple."
The young Wang Erde didn't think too much about this sentence. He just continued to ask the teacher's evaluation of his work.
After receiving the high praise of "almost perfect masterpiece", Wilde was so excited that he couldn't sleep for three days. After performing the necessary etiquette, he proudly completed the graduation ceremony.
The previous unimportant words were naturally thrown to the back of his mind.
Until recently, when he had been studying the Corpse Feeding Cult's Ritual and was inspired by it, he had dreamt of the old wizard's words again one day in his sleep.
"Perhaps, teacher has already seen fate. I will receive Mr. Lin's guidance and give him the gargoyle. This is the real answer that I have given him, and teacher is very satisfied with it."
Wang Erde muttered to himself as he stood up. He looked at the scattered notes on the table and stared blankly for a while. Suddenly, he picked up one of the drafts and said in a low voice,
"Burn."
"Whoosh!"
Flames rose out of thin air, and the tongue of flame swallowed the paper bit by bit.
In this dark room, a moth was attracted to it, but it set fire to itself.
Wang Erde thoughtfully watched the paper begin to curl, shrink, and burn. Together with the moth, it finally turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
His two former disciples were as close as father and son with him.
On the day that Wang Erde officially graduated from his teacher, he returned to the orphanage where he had lived as a child and took away a child who was most similar to him. The child was alone in a corner.
That child was called Charles.
He was also his first disciple.
Unfortunately, perhaps because Wang Erde favored Charles too much, he lost the vigilance that a Dark Wizard should have.
In the end, he died at the hands of one of Wang Erde's enemies.
Although Wang Erde later avenged his disciple, he didn't find Charles' corpse and soul.
Without these two things, even if he wanted to find Augustus and revive his disciple, it would be impossible.
Wang Erde didn't want to reveal to others that in the depths of his heart, there was even a weak extravagant hope that "maybe Charles didn't die, but just escaped."
"Now that I think about it, rather than taking in a disciple, it's better to say that I adopted a child. I worried too much all the time."
Wang Erde brushed away the ashes, sighed, and turned on the kerosene lamp. "I really don't know what I was thinking at that time."
"Knock knock!"
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Wang Erde's movements paused. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked up, instantly releasing a detection spell.
This was the basement of the house.
And the direction of the knock was the main entrance of the house on the first floor.
His house in Nuo Jin was his safest secret stronghold. So far, no one had ever known about it.
Even after Yue Ai's betrayal, Wang Erde's house had never been exposed.
Because the only people who knew about this place were himself and … Charles.
Aether outlined the outline of the person at the door.
Wang Erde could barely control his facial expression. He widened his eyes slightly, revealing an expression of disbelief.
How … could it be?!
"Teacher, it's me. I'm back!" The person at the door shouted weakly in a low voice. "I'm Charles. Are you there?"
"…"
Wang Erde left the desk. Because the movement was too big, he even overturned the chair.
He walked up from the basement to the upper floor. Outside, the loud sound of rain and wind never stopped. Charles called out from the door, "Teacher, it's been three years … I've been thinking about you all the time. You should know that the dark wizard Fred wanted to kill me to take revenge on you, but I didn't die. He threw me into a crack in the dream, but it wasn't too deep."
"I remembered the 'Guide to the Dream' you read to me before. It was my book of enlightenment. It saved my life! That's why I can come back to find you now! "
He gasped for breath, seeming to be extremely tired. His voice was getting lower and lower. "You're not here? Then I'll wait for you here. Just like that time in the orphanage, you'll come to me … "
Wang Erde pushed the door open. The person lying on the ground outside was the young disciple he remembered, but he was covered in bruises and unconscious.
His aether had already covered a radius of a thousand meters, but there was nothing unusual.
Wang Erde's terrifying and cold face showed a complicated expression.
"Charles, welcome home."
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