"It's inside."
He closed the book and closed his eyes.
His mentality level was lower than Angele's, so he was not worried that Angele would see through his disguise.
A faint warmth washed over him, and the air inside had a faint aroma of fruit wine.
"Who is this kid? Look at the sign at the back, tsk tsk … The Maloshan Clan, White Mist Forest, and Labyrinth Academy have all issued a wanted order, "a muscular man dressed like a mercenary said in a low voice.
Angele listened to the mercenary's explanation for a while and walked to the back of the stairs. According to Dennis, Wizard apprentices could only live on the first floor. Dennis's room was at the end of the first floor.
Dennis was a rank 1 Wizard apprentice, but he was the son of the old Wizard's younger brother. However, Dennis did not receive any special treatment from the other two Wizard apprentices. His rank was lower than the other two Wizard apprentices, so he had to clean his room and collect food and drinks from the town every day.
Angele took out the key, opened the door, and locked it after entering the room.
Angele sat on the chair and thought for a while. He then sat on the bed and started meditating. It would take him a long time to recover, so he was not in a hurry.
"Alright, I'll be going now."
Angele picked up the oil lamp and walked to the bookshelf. He wanted to see if there were any related books.
Time passed, and Angele's expression became more and more serious.
He returned to his original spot after searching for a while, feeling a bit disappointed. The bookshelves were filled with miscellaneous books, nothing of value at all.
Dennis had only been here for about a year, and he did not know much about the Wizard apprentices. He only visited the old man's house once to ask him some questions. He would always take the books back to his house and study by himself.
"Master, I'm back," Angele said in a low voice, imitating Dennis's voice.
It seemed like the old man had forgotten that he was a Wizard apprentice.
Angele kept reading.
He put his hand on the cold wooden door and pushed it slightly.
"Sure."
"Huh? A Wizard who hasn't materialized his mentality has such a deep understanding of energy? "Angele was interested.
"Yeah, where's Sidman?" Angele questioned.
Angele turned to the first page.
The crowd was bustling with noise and excitement as they excitedly discussed the content above.
Angele glanced around and stopped walking. He squeezed into the crowd, and only then did he see the content of the post clearly.
Angele was a bit relieved. Although the signet could help him escape even if he encountered a wizard that was stronger than him, he only had two signets left. It would be better if he did not use them.
There was a thick black leather book on it. On the cover was written in Anmag: Basic Principles of Energy Compression.
An old man with white hair and beard sat quietly on a sofa in the hall, explaining something to the gray-robed man called Sidman in a low voice. There were two cups of steaming green fruit wine on the short table in front of them.
This time, he had only disguised as Dennis on a whim, but when he saw the old man, he was relieved. This old man was only an ordinary Sorcerer. He hadn't even reached the materialization of his mental power.
Sure enough, he walked to the innermost room of the four bedrooms, and the innermost one had Dennis' name pasted on it.
"200 high-quality magic stones …" Angele was a bit surprised by the number of magic stones.
The group of people chatted casually with each other.
Markolov remained silent for a while.
Angele walked along the path for a while and returned to the house after passing through the fence.
Angele bowed to Markolov politely and headed to his room with the bag in his hand. He still needed a long time before he could fully recover from his injuries.
"Yes, Master. My family is disappointed in me because I haven't made any progress in the past few years. I can't stay here any longer … Please forgive me … "Sidman's nervous voice echoed in Angele's ears.
Angele's eyes lit up. He knew that every wandering wizard had their own trump cards, but he did not think that they would be able to survive without a fight. He did not know that it was about energy compression.
Dennis was originally an introverted, quiet, and somewhat eccentric person. Angele had no problem pretending to be Dennis.
It was noon. Angele left the potion shop in the town and headed out of the city.
"It's none of your business." Markolov sighed and did not say anything else.
Angele stayed in the house for more than ten days after pretending to be Dennis. He cleaned the house and tidied up the rooms. Angele did not talk much and the other wizards did not notice anything wrong with him.
"I understand … So, when are you leaving?"
'72 formulas. They can solve all kinds of problems with energy compression. It's impossible for a wandering wizard to reach this level. It's probably a branch of the ancient wizards. 'Angele tried to recall the formulas he had read in the books in his mind.
These structures could compress almost all kinds of energy. It was like optimizing an inequality in a math problem. Using different formulas to replace the calculation, an extremely complicated formula could be turned into an extremely simple structure.
"Sure." The old man raised his head and looked at Angele. He nodded and continued to explain to Sidman.
* * *
"Who knows? I don't think we'll be able to learn anything from those wizards. "
About half an hour later, Angele finished reading the entire book.
'The person who captures this man will be rewarded with 500,000 gold coins and 200 high-quality magic stones. The person who informs us will be rewarded with 50,000 gold coins and 30 high-quality magic stones. '
Angele and Natalie walked him out of the house. Markolov sat in the house with a tired expression on his face. Angele had no idea what he was thinking.
Sidman left. That afternoon, he left Ernst Town in his carriage.
'It's easy to learn the formulas, but it's hard to compress the energy using the formulas. It requires a strong logical thinking ability. The more you compress the energy, the more mentality you'll need. However, the more spell models you obtain, the more powerful they will be. No wonder the two wizard apprentices said the old man could blow up a large tree with a simple spell. '
However, it was normal. If the old man had reached the Gas stage or the Liquid stage, he would not have to go to the countryside to earn money.
Angele lit the oil lamp on the table and sat down.
Angele walked out of the crowd and headed to Markolov's mansion with the shopping bags in hand.
The leather book looked new. It seemed like Dennis did not read it much.
Angele stood outside the door and waited for no one to speak. He took out the key and opened the door.
Today, he had come out to buy the healing herbs that he had used up, but he did not expect to see his own arrest warrant.
He had been living alone for a long time and he was used to it. Being an introvert meant that he preferred to be alone and did not talk much.
Markolov was wearing a white robe with a silver metal string on his collar. He was talking to Sidman in a low voice, but Sidman's brow furrowed. It seemed like he could not understand what Markolov was saying.
Angele straightened his clothes and walked to the gate.
"You've made up your mind?" It was Markolov's voice.
"It's obviously a reward for a wizard and a commoner. It seems like he pissed off the White Mist Forest." A young man behind Markolov chuckled. "If we saw him and reported him to our superiors, we'd be rich for the rest of our lives."
There was a clear drawing on the top of the scroll. It was Sidman's original appearance, and the content of the wanted poster was written on the bottom.
The room was simple. There was a desk, a single bed, and a small bookshelf in the corner. There were several wooden chairs in the room.
"Energy compression is the focus of many wizards' research. It's also one of the standards of a wizard's power level." That was the first sentence.
Angele bought some potions from the town using Markolov's name, and his injuries were already healed. All he needed to do now was to recover his internal organs.
Angele crossed the yard and entered the house. The room was brightly lit and there were glass lamps hanging on the walls.
There were two oil lamps hanging outside the gate, but the dim light only illuminated the area several meters away. The oil lamps were swaying in the wind and hitting the door from time to time.
Angele walked down the dark path and passed through a small forest. A small house appeared in front of him.
"I'll be fine as long as Markolov can't find me." Angele pursed his lips into a smile. He had already cremated the real Dennis.
"I'll be back in a few days." Sidman hesitated for a second. "Thank you for taking care of me all these years, Master. It's my fault." He sounded a bit helpless.
Markolov and Sidman were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Their expressions were a bit gloomy.
Angele arrived at the gate of the town and saw a large group of people looking at a piece of parchment on the wall.
However, he heard someone talking in a deep voice before he approached the gate.
Angele could easily increase the power of any spell once he mastered the technique of energy compression.
"Dennis, you're back?" In the yard, a chubby girl in a gray robe was watering the plants. She raised her head and looked at the door.
There was a sweet fragrance in the air, but Angele could not tell what it was.
He chose Markolov, who was a Fire Elemental wizard, instead of the other two. He was hoping that he could find something useful. He did not expect to find something useful.
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