Netheril Glory Chapter 489: Improved magic experiment (5)

Grey Rain Country, in the Division of Truth Thoughts in the Grey Swamp.

The muddy swamps throughout the year still have many potholes, and the faint gray mist is lingering at a few centimeters above the ground. The entire area where the mage lives can’t see any small animals or small insects, far away Only a towering tower pierced into the gray sky.

This is a quiet and mysterious mage residence. Generally, no formal creatures, including the official-level mage, will choose to step closer to this area, because the entire area around the mage tower can be said to be a master-level strongman. Private territory, and in this small division of the Truth of Thought, no one in the master class has the courage to offend.

On this day, however, there was a "team" in this dead swamp. Of course, these people only came with permission.

Most of the team is composed of a group of young beastmans wearing shabby cloths. These listless, male and female green skin beastman are all tied with heavy chains. When the rustling iron chain sounds, they will not remind you all the time. So they can't erase their identity-slaves!

At the forefront of the team are two trainee-level master apprentices wearing grey robes, because according to regulations, slaves must be escorted by master apprentices, so this time they are responsible for putting the goods The transporters sent to the Master's Tower are two apprentices of apprenticeship.

As I was getting closer and closer to the mysterious tower, one of the lonely apprentices began to complain while wiping the dew from the robe.

"I said... this is the first batch of slaves this week. How do you feel that this saiyan lord is consuming more and more slaves? So many slaves stew meat for ten days. It's been half a month...""

Looking at the group of slaves behind him, the mage apprentice could not help but smashed his mouth.

Although these powerful young beastman slaves are not professionals, their prices are still much more expensive than ordinary humans, especially in this "peace" period when there is no large-scale beastman and human city-state war. The price of beastman slaves has soared all the way. For most apprentices, the price of such a beastman slave is enough to complete a mission from birth to death.

But look at the senior mentor in the tower, and the elementary school students who have just advanced to the probationary level sincerely sighed that the strong man is rich and wealthy-they buy dozens of beastman slaves every week, and the exchange points are spent without eyes. Blink.

I don’t know yet the cruel young mages of the world dare to tease with senior mentors, but the companions next to him obviously don’t have the courage to see this “buddy” of their own who dare to speak under the master tower of a master strong In other words, the appalled apprentice immediately slapped **** the back of the young mage!

"Hush! Shut up, the senior mentor is what you and I can talk about? Master Saian is not a good-tempered caster. If the last "deliveryman" suddenly died in a mission, I would not Will allow you this rookie and me to "run express"!

The young mage understands the truth that scourge comes out of the mouth. In the thought of truth for so many years, it has seen too many unclear and unexplained "talks" that have died because of a moment of indecision, although he did not listen. It has been said that this senior tutor named Punk-Saian has had examples of embarrassing apprentices in the past more than 600 years, but too many historical facts still scared him when he heard his companion. Almost jumped up.

"Remember, don’t talk much when you see Lord Saiyan, just put these slaves in the basement below the hall of the Master Tower. The senior mentor will not embarrass us as long as you don’t cause trouble. If you are not normal, you will have no problems!"

While whispering to his companion in a tone of advice, the young mage apprentice took a clean rag from his storage pocket.

At least when sending these slaves to the Master Tower, this young mage will generally scrub the slaves' bodies. This is not due to the hardship rules of the truth about the task of "shipping the slaves," but the young mage is a bit clever. Personal behavior.

For a mage like him who has no potential and is not good at business, every opportunity to create for himself is worth taking seriously. Although he can reach the "courier" work of the formal master and even the master strong, although it is very Dangerous, but if you do it well, you can definitely get a lot of rewards.

After all... the casual **** in the fingers of the master-level strongman is enough for an apprentice-level elementary school student to get rich!

————————The dividing line————————

Putting a group of slaves into the underground cell of the Master Tower, the two Master Apprentices took out a document and bowed to Punk with respect.

"A total of fifty healthy young beastman slaves have been delivered to you, Master Sai'an, please sign for it."

"Very good, now you can leave."

The Punk standing in the shadow immediately stamped his own soul mark on the parchment handed over by the Master Apprentice, and then he turned around and left the hall.

The expectations of the two elementary school students who want to get some benefits are doomed to be impossible in Punk, even though Punk is in a good mood today. Because Punk never likes to waste time, at the same time, he is still a very hateful of noisy people, if throwing a gem to these two apprentices...then they will thank you very loudly, thank you for being very annoying!

The pace of time is always surprisingly fast. In the Punk experiment, it didn’t take long to complete the experiment. A full six hundred years of time has passed away. You must know that even for the masters It can be said that the time of six hundred years is quite long, and the apprentices of Truth Thought have already changed dozens of batches.

However, such a long time process does not matter to Punk~IndoMTL.com~ After the confrontation between the Master’s Union and the Santarin Society quietly subsided more than four hundred years ago, the whole gray rain country Once again, there was no calm in the calm, and the Truth Thoughts Division only had the news that "Master Kirkweilun transplanted a magical creature bloodline for himself and successfully extended his life for four hundred years." It is worth Punk's attention.

But it’s just a bit of concern. The mage’s experimental research must be unconcerned. Once in the research state, the trivial things in the outside world are not necessary for Punk. In these six hundred years, he completely Put all his energy into the improvement of magic, and now, after years of hard work, he finally saw the hope of harvest.

Yes, the improved magic of Punk is about to be completed. Although it has consumed six hundred years and consumed most of the wealth that Punk seized from Southend, Punk is only one step away from success. Far away, he is about to complete a perfect improved magic, complete an excellent magic that Owak can't compare with that kind of inferior works! ...

　　

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