I’M Really Not The Demon God’S Lackey
Chapter 40: - The Voice of Destiny
Wilde once had two pupils. ÷ san∫ let ∫ read ∫ book ÷
When he was still an ordinary panic-level black mage, he did not have the title of "Black-Scale Faceless Man".
Because it relied on language as a source of power, wild dark witches were extremely rare, and almost all dark witches had their own teachers.
Language must rely on communication to communicate, and the accuracy of the pronunciation of language determines the possibility of ether resonance, thus determining the power of the spell, which means the inheritance of black magicians must have a lot of communication.
If no teacher was responsible for teaching hand-to-hand and face-to-face, the pheasant black magician who came out would eventually only be able to cast some ugly spells like "foot slips" and "wax blackout ".
Who would have thought that the original features of this gadget turned out to be a "corrosive quagmire" and a "wind world binding lock"?
At the same time, compared to the words and marks hidden by white magicians, the language of black magicians can be said to be the least difficult to learn among transcendents, and only requires "pronunciation".
This was also an important reason why there were so many black magicians at the bottom, but they were extremely unbearable.
——Tak wonder they have no money to disguise by Dome Church.
The black magicians who didn't even have rank but did the work afterwards for various powers actually caught on a lot.
But also because of the mechanism of the black magician's inheritance, the relationship between a normal and reliable teacher and disciple would be very close, and they would trust each other more than their relatives.
Wilde naturally had his teacher.
One of the three god-level black magicians on Truth Society's ranking list, "oldest king of words", "black emperor", "dragon whisperer", "later of last" - Later Augustus.
This legendary black mage, a living fossil from the history of black mages, had yet to know how many disciples he had taught during his lifetime.
But all that can be known is that the dark wizard who came out of his hands finally became a powerhouse of the famous party. ⁇ reference ↑ ↑ see ↑ book ⁇
Wilde always felt that he was lucky enough to be a student of such a great person as a little person with no background.
His final graduation work was the gargoyle given to Lin Jie.
He still remembered walking into the old witch with excitement and giving up his last job.
Augustus' huge thin body was almost fused with his throne - the throne was the last territory of the giant kingdom, and he was unable to leave his homeland and country.
The old witch reached out her hand to take the gargoyle, and after seeing it for a while, she showed a friendly and happy smile, and said meaningfully:
"Destiny has made a choice, and from now on, you graduate, my student."
The young Wilde did not think of this phrase, but then asked the teacher's evaluation of his work.
After receiving high ratings from his "near-perfect masterpiece", Wilde was so excited that he could not sleep for three days. After carrying out the necessary etiquette, she completed the graduation ceremony proudly.
Previous irrelevant sentences are naturally forgotten.
It was only after her study of "The Teachings of Corpse Food", her inspiration erupted, did she dream of the words of an old witch in one day's sleep.
"Maybe the teacher has already seen his destiny, I will get guidance from Mr. Lin, and give him a gargoyle, this is the answer I have really delivered, and the teacher is very satisfied with it."
Wilde muttered and stood up, staring at the paper containing the notes scattered on the table for a while, suddenly picking up one of the concepts and whispering: 'But:
"Let it burn."
"call!"
Fire soared in the air, and tongues of fire engulfed the paper bit by bit.
In this dark room, a moth was attracted but burned.
Wilde seriously watched as the paper began to roll, shrink, and scorch, along with the moth, eventually turning into ash and falling to the ground.
His two former students also shared the intimacy of father and son with him.
The boy's name was Charles.
He was also his first student.
Unfortunately, Wilde may have liked Charles too much, which made him lose the vigilance that dark witches should have.
He died at the hands of Wilde's enemies.
Although Wilde later avenged his student, he did not find Charles' body and soul.
Without these two things, even if he wanted to find Augustus to raise his disciple, he had nothing to cook.
In the depths of his heart that Wilde did not want to reveal to others, there was even a weak and extravagant hope that "Maybe Charles did not die, but had just escaped."
"Now that I think about it, it's better to say it
It was a child who had been adopted, and he was too worried. "
Wilde brushed aside his ashes, sighed, and turned on the kerosene lamp: "I don't know what I was thinking back then."
"Knee!"
A knock on the door suddenly sounded.
After Wilde's movement, Huo Ran narrowed his eyes and looked up, and instantly unleashed a reconnaissance skill.
This is the basement of the house.
The direction of the knock on the door was surprisingly at the main entrance of the first floor of the house.
His house in Nuo Jin was his safest secret fortress, and no one had ever known of it.
Even after Joai's betrayal, Wilde's home has not been revealed.
Because the only person who knows here is himself, and ... Charles.
Ether outlined the outline of the person at the door.
Wilde could barely control his facial expression, he opened his eyes slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.
How can? !
“Teacher, it's me, I'm back!” The person at the door whispered weakly, “I'm Charles, are you there?”
"..."
Wilde walked away from the table, even turning over his chair due to his excessive movements.
He walked up from the basement, the heavy rain and wind crackling outside did not stop, and Charles called to the door: "Teacher, three years ... I miss you all the time, you should know, the dark wizard Fred He wanted to kill me to avenge you, but I didn't die. He threw me into the crevice of a dream, but not deep. "
"I thought of" The Dream Guide "that you read to me before, my book of enlightenment, which saved my life! So I can get back to you now!"
He flinched, looking tired, his voice getting lower: "Are you there? Then I'll wait for you here, like in the orphanage first, you'll come to me ..."
Wilde opened the door, and outside the door was a young disciple he remembered lying on the ground, only bruised and unconscious.
The ether had covered about a kilometer, but there was nothing strange.
There was a complicated expression on Wilde's horrible cold face.
"Charles, welcome home