It was a common phenomenon in Wizard families. They wanted to improve the purity of their bloodline and increase the chance of becoming a Wizard.
It seemed like Velvet was the product of this system. As for her father, he was probably very unlucky. Among his children, she was the only one with aptitude. That was why she had to take on such a heavy responsibility at such a young age.
"You … really don't want to reconsider?" Velvet's voice was shaking, and her body was shaking.
Angele was right. "She's my father's sister," Velvet responded.
Angele was trying to make a Spirit Calming Potion recently.
It was a Spirit Calming Potion he made recently. He used the standard formula, not the one he found himself. The potion's effect was 100% intact. Although it cost him a lot, he had enough magic stones to make the potion. He wanted to make the real one first so he could compare it with the one he had in the future.
Angele looked at her quietly, waiting for her to calm down.
Suddenly, she grabbed the edge of her skirt and slowly lifted it up. She looked shy but seductive.
Velvet's face immediately turned blank.
However, Velvet was staring at the potion. Her eyes were filled with excitement. It was like she was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world.
"Okay, okay, I'll promise you. I'll tell a few friends when I get to the Andes." Tymoral nodded and looked at the black crystal watch on his wrist. "It's 2 o 'clock in the afternoon. It's time for my meditation. I'll be heading back now."
He did not want to explain. The rumors could protect Velvet. She was a formal Wizard, and no one would dare to offend her even if it was just a passing interest. After all, sorcerers had all sorts of strange temperaments, and the way they killed people was even stranger. The rumors had no effect on Tymoral anyway.
A muscular sailor cheered loudly and started putting the net in his hands. Several other sailors who had nothing to do also helped.
The sailors walked about them, and were constantly at work, keeping the ship steady, adjusting the sails, and setting the course.
On the vast and boundless blue sea. A large ship with a blue bottom and white stripes was sailing alone on the ocean. The three white sails on the ship were puffed up by the wind and constantly trembled.
"Yeah." Angele nodded.
"Alright, alright, you're really too boring." Tymoral shrugged. "To the strong, we are at the level where we can dominate the mortals. So, you don't have to restrain your desires. If it were me, I would be able to play around with that girl during this voyage. There are many other tricks that I haven't tried, hehe. "
"Tom! Hurry up!! "
"I don't know either." Velvet shook her head.
"As for your request, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it," he replied indifferently.
The potion was placed on the mahogany table. Under the light of the oil lamp, it reflected a very ordinary luster.
Tymoral turned and left quickly. Angele was left alone by the railing, looking at the sea quietly.
"Thank you for your generosity, and I will take my leave," she said in a low voice.
"How is Yuri now? Did he go to the White Tooth Castle when you left the airship? "Angele suddenly questioned.
"Aren't you interested in me? I can cooperate with you! Anything would do! Really! "There were tears in her eyes, and she sounded like she was begging. "He's my last hope. My family … My father …" Velvet was not sure what to say.
These days, he had also vaguely heard some rumors about him and Velvet from the apprentice sailors. They said that Velvet had already become his exclusive property and would go to his cabin every night.
Angele was wearing a black robe and standing by the railing quietly. The white-robed Magus Tymoral was also standing beside him. The two of them had just finished a debate on the interference reaction produced by the interaction of force fields.
Angele nodded and opened his eyes. There was a calm expression on his face.
Velvet turned around and picked up the cloak on the floor. She opened the door and left the room quietly.
"I'm sorry." Angele remained calm. "Realistically speaking, your aptitude is too poor. If you were my attendant, I would have to do my best to nurture you according to the terms of the exchange. However, if I wanted to nurture you with only Level 1 aptitude, I would have to put in too much effort. It would be enough to delay my own progress. So … I'm sorry. "
The sailors also began to pack up their nets, preparing to catch some seafood to eat.
Angele closed his eyes and thought for a while.
"If I'm not mistaken, your father was a formal wizard, right? You're a second-generation wizard, right? How come you only have rank 1 talent level? "Angele's brow furrowed.
"There are so many things I can't do in this world." He sighed and focused on the scroll again.
Angele shook his head.
"What's the relationship between your father and your mother?" he continued.
"Take it and you can leave now." Angele's brow furrowed. "I don't need your body as payment."
"What? The girl that sneaked into your cabin several nights ago? Oh no, it should be a woman now. "Tymoral winked at him and smiled ambiguously.
"Ball fish, it's a red ball fish, master." A sailor walked to Angele and responded politely. "You can make minced meat soup with it. Add some eggplant to it," he added.
He stretched out his finger and poked the fist-sized red meatball.
"Hey! Another net! Haha! "
A trace of despair flashed across Velvet's eyes. Her originally rosy cheeks instantly turned deathly pale.
The ship looked like a white sesame seed on a pure blue screen. It was swaying in the wind and the waves were very obvious.
* BAM *
The surface of the ball looked like a rubber ball. It was cold and hard, but it looked like an inflated rubber ball. The surface of the ball was dark red and there were layers of wrinkles on it.
"I just don't want to waste my time," Angele responded in a light tone.
"Maybe it's because of our different lifestyles." Angele smiled, but he did not argue with him. It was a matter of life and values.
Inside the cabin, the sound of their breathing mixed with the sound of the waves made the place even quieter.
"What about your father?" Angele questioned.
There were no eyes, nose, or ears in the middle of the ball. There was only a big mouth with thick lips that looked like two red sausages.
Angele did not ask any more questions. He knew that it must be a sad story of his family. He did not want to get involved in such a complicated matter.
Most sorcerer families would choose to marry someone related to them and have children in order to purify their sorcerer aptitude. The consequence of this was that a small portion of the descendants had good aptitudes and became the source of new recruits in the Sorcerer World. On the other hand, most of the descendants had poor talent. Some of them were even deformed and could not even become a normal human being.
Velvet was surprised. She lowered her head and remained silent for a while. She walked to the table and picked up the potions.
"Oh, right. I need your help with something," Angele opened his mouth.
"Yeah, I don't know him," Velvet answered quickly. "But I heard that he joined a group of wizard apprentices who were sent to the border. I don't know how he's doing now. "
"One, two, three! Rise! "
Velvet looked at Angele anxiously. She did not know what to do with her hands.
On the side of the ship, seven or eight figures were standing on the deck, looking out into the distance.
Angele suddenly remembered something.
"I didn't touch her. She's a friend of mine, so I need your help if her family has any problems in the Andes Alliance." Angele remained calm.
"What's this?"
Angele nodded and pressed on the ball's mouth. The ball flattened and spat out a mouthful of water toward Angele.
With a splash, a net of live fish and prawns was thrown onto the deck. The seawater wetted a large part of the deck and flowed out along the drain, leaving large gray water stains on the wooden planks.
"One, two, three! Rise! "
There were silver fish, translucent prawns, shells, sea urchins, and a creature that looked like a red ball.
Velvet's face turned pale as she listened to Angele's explanation.
After several minutes, the boat stabilized and the waves calmed down.
She calmed down after several minutes.
"Dead …"
"Alright, I won't take you as my apprentice, but we were friends. I have a bottle of Mind Calming Potion here. It can help you increase your mentality. " Angele took out a glass tube from his pouch. The tube was filled with some muddy yellow liquid that looked like meat soup.
"It's nothing. We're wizards, and we're at the top of the world. For example, I have an aunt. She's only 39 years old, but she already has 15 boys. As long as we don't break the rules of the wizard world, mortals are just ants to us. " Tymoral's tone was a clear indication of how a Magus from the Land of Dark Witches treated the mortal world with a superior attitude.
The rest of the sailors who were in the midst of pulling in the nets immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed in salute. Their faces revealed expressions of restraint and reverence.
"Master, please be careful. These balls can spit out sand and water," a sailor warned.
"Sure." Angele nodded and picked up the quill again.
Angele walked to the ball and crouched, pointing at a red ball in the net.
"Come on!"
"Red ball fish?" Angele had never heard of such a fish.
However, the tradition was still passed down to the next generation. Many sorcerer families either married each other or married within the family.
Angele could hear someone crying outside the door as the door was closed. Along with the hurried footsteps, the cries slowly faded away and gradually disappeared.
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