Chapter 15 The Monster

Speaking of this, the old man Tire couldn't help trembling, for the first time in fourteen years, he still couldn't forget the horror he experienced that night.

"Son, I can't describe the scene to you in words. After witnessing the monster that looked like a demon god and the crazy and bloody cult sacrificial ceremony, it is impossible for any normal person to remain calm. Me and my My companion is no exception. What happened next was a series of fleeing, hunting and death. My companion fell one by one. In the end, even your father died. I lost a leg and survived. Your mother was also lucky. Escaping from the Devil's Nest, we didn't realize she was pregnant at the time, and that poor little life was also polluted by the evil magic power in the cathedral, and she was born with one more eye than normal..."

Joan couldn't help reaching out to touch the back of her neck. That round and warm eyeball is connected with his flesh and blood. As long as he wants, he can open that eye to observe the things behind him at any time. What's even more strange is that the vision of that eye is sharper than the two eyes in front of him, and it can even See things normally in the dark night where you can't see your fingers. If this is the mark of the strange blood, what is the monster that gave him this blood? Is it the cult leader "Holy Mother" that my grandfather didn't want to mention?

Joan had seen portraits of the Virgin Mary of various denominations in theology books, and they all looked so beautiful, dignified and kind. The word "Holy Mother" originally had a beautiful image in his mind, but after today, the original concept was completely subverted.

"My child, that eye on the back of your neck is a curse from fourteen years ago. If you follow the path of a warlock and keep digging deeper into the magic power contained in your blood, then sooner or later, you will be with the one who gave you this blood." When monsters meet, they will either be forced to become her servants or be swallowed by her." Guillaume Tell held his grandson's hand tightly, and warned him word by word, from the bottom of his heart: "You have talent, my But you can't choose that path, child—you can't indulge yourself into a monster who is far away from the crowd and even dehumanized!"

"I won't, grandpa, I will never become a monster!" Qiao An solemnly made a promise while holding his grandfather's withered hand.

In fact, even without his grandfather's advice, he didn't intend to take the path of a warlock. After all, he has become an apprentice mage, and he is used to and sincerely loves the practice method of improving spellcasting ability through continuous learning of arcane knowledge, while the practice method of a warlock is completely different.

For example, if a mage gets a scroll that records unknown spells, he can try to translate and analyze the knowledge recorded in the scroll, and copy it into his spell book. After a period of painstaking research, he may become proficient Master this spell.

What about Warlocks?

If a warlock gets the same spell scroll, they can only use it as a one-time casting tool, but it is difficult to truly master the spells recorded on the scroll. Because most warlocks do not have the rich arcane theories and comprehensive knowledge structure like mages, they can only continue to dig deeper into the magic power in their blood. Which spells, if not all, at least a large part is doomed at the moment of birth.

The bloodline gave the warlock extraordinary power, but it also constrained the warlock's development direction. If you are a warlock with the power of the "fire element", then I'm sorry, you basically don't expect to be able to comprehend ice spells in this life.

For Joan, choosing a warlock profession is tantamount to giving up the qualification to learn spells freely, and it cannot satisfy his fanatical thirst for knowledge that he longs to live forever and learn more spells and infinite possibilities, so he does not want to choose this Road—even if a warlock is more suitable for his talent than a mage, if he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it.

After obtaining the "Tears of God", Joan's intelligence attribute increased to 15, which is only 1 point away from Charisma. Moreover, if he can complete the "Mythical Trial" in the future and unseal this artifact, he will gain more intelligence from it Plus, choosing a mage as a lifelong career also has a bright future.

Based on the above considerations, Qiao An decided to stick to her career choice and never regret it!

The old man Tire saw the firmness in his grandson's eyes, nodded in relief, stopped talking about the unbearable things in the past, and asked Joan about the more urgent problems at present.

"The tuition at Leiden College is not cheap, is it?"

"Three thousand gold Duga a year, and the cost of board and lodging and books are calculated separately; fortunately, I have applied for the entrusted training student loan, half of the tuition fee is exempted, and now I am still short of fifteen hundred gold Duga..." Qiao Anxin Added vainly, "I try my best to graduate early, and I can do part-time jobs when I'm not in class, so I can always make up enough tuition fees."

The old man sneered, and said contemptuously: "You have only seen so much in the world, and you really think that money is so easy to earn? You have grown up so much, and you have never even had thirty gold duga, how can you imagine that three thousand gold duga is What a huge sum of money? You can’t earn a year’s tuition just by doing odd jobs.” He tapped his pipe, and his face softened a little. “Tomorrow you go to the two boys of the Tyndall family and let them go Houshan, cut down the black oak tree I planted, and Jason Tyndall is willing to pay a thousand gold for Duga to buy that tree."

"That's the best tree in the whole forest, it's a pity to cut it down." Joan protested in a low voice.

"I planted that tree on the day you were born, and now you are leaving. I, a crippled old man, can't care about the forest, so I might as well cut down the tree and sell it, so as to save trouble." The old man Tire said nonchalantly.

After listening to her grandfather's words, Joan was both moved and bitter, and could only bite her lips tightly to restrain the urge to cry. However, even if the black oak tree is sold, at most one thousand gold Duga is still short of the tuition fee of five hundred gold duga; moreover, this is only one year's tuition fee, and there will be no second black oak tree to sell next year.

Qiao An bid farewell to her grandfather and left the hut with a heavy heart. Looking up at the fiery red sunset in the sky, I decided to go to the town after dinner to see if there was any way to make money.

The evening breeze brought the aroma of barbecue, Qiao An rubbed his nose, and couldn't help but quicken his pace. Kandy's craftsmanship is really good. The three wild rabbits were roasted so that the skin was shiny and shiny, and the outside was charred and tender. Joan pulled off a rabbit leg and took a bite, and the rich gravy burst out, full of fresh flavor and endless aftertaste.

Conti herself was not polite, she picked up the rabbit leg and chewed it, her cheeks and the tip of her nose were covered with grease, which was shiny and funny. The two wolfed down a fat rabbit, and Kandy hiccupped contentedly, standing up with difficulty while supporting the dining table with both hands.

"I'm well fed. I'm going to go for a walk. I'll send a roasted rabbit to Mr. Thiel for a taste. Do you want to go with me?"

"I just came back from grandpa, so I won't go." Joan followed Conti out of the kitchen, whistled for Jamie to come over, and said to Conti after harnessing the sled, "I'm going to the town to sell the ferocious badger The skins and flesh of the meat will come back."

"Go early and come back early." Conti waved goodbye to him.

Joan led the dog far away, turned around inadvertently, and found that Kandy was still standing in front of the hut door watching him, the small figure looked very thin in the twilight.

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