Vol 2 Chapter 103: Hotel episode (Part 1)

"That wizard named Birdley seems to have little faith in you, dear Loren."
Asriel, who didn't know where to get a midnight blue robe, lay lazily on the creaky bed, his head in his right hand, and the light blonde hair scattered in a messy way, a look that would not wake up: " Such a pretentious person ... can you really believe him? "
The dusty room has been cleaned, even the beds and corners have been cleaned, and the old moldy floor can almost reflect the figure-obviously, no one except a certain guy named Asriel Have this idle time.
"I don't need to trust him too much. It's the Corona family who should be paying attention." Loren sat aside, and ignored the teenager's provocation perfectly: "What's more ... this It ’s not without reason. "
If Isaac Grantham is used, all spellcasters are a group of jugglers—the natural limitations of the spiritual hall, coupled with the world ’s wizards ’limits on the power of the void, making The vast majority of casters do not have a bright future in spellcasting.
After all, no matter how talented it is, a wizard can only remember three high-level spells at most, but the price is to completely occupy the entire space of the spiritual hall, greatly reducing the efficiency of meditation and connecting the void, which is obviously not worth it.
In fact, spellcasting is just an extra option for many wizards-many low-level but practical little spells, such as the "firefly spell", even alchemists or scholars who study ancient runes will get in touch with one or two , But really take it as his main subject ...
"Probably only scammers and tricks."
Shrugging his shoulders, Loren was a little helpless: "After all, the spell is just a superficial use of the power of the void, and the high-level spell is too expensive. Instead of wasting time studying the spell, it is better to focus on alchemy and runes , Can achieve the same or even more perfect results-at least for most ordinary wizards, it is indeed like this. "
"But dear Loren, you are not an ordinary wizard, you are unique." Asriel smiled and raised his mouth: "Only you can show the true strength of the caster!"
"is it?"
"Of course, haven't you seen it with your own eyes? The essence of the spell is the distortion of the real world by the void, and when this power reaches a certain level ..." The teenager deliberately dragged a long tail, low The voice murmurs, the double pupil blurs:
"That's like ... God."
Loren's eyes twitched, and he wanted to roll his eyes especially now: "In any case, I will be tested in up to three days, and the trouble is that I can't come up with anything at all, which can prove me as a caster. s level!"
Asrell raised his eyebrows at a loss, and then the teenager who understood him also showed an embarrassed expression.
Yes, as a caster, Loren has mastered two high-level spells, and a considerable number of low-level spells, and the mental temple is very strong. With the help of Asriel, even For a short period of time, he can use high-level spells without restrictions.
But the problem is that these strengths cannot be seen.
Asriel naturally need not say much, "beyond perception" is the sign of the night watchman, and cannot be placed on the bright surface; as for "Turin's fire" ... it is indeed Loren's unique high-order spell, but the same It is now one of his only means of combat.
Although he has always avoided the battle, he obviously will not be smooth sailing in Ebden. Loren does not want to be recognized by others as soon as he fights.
"So if I don't want‘ Fire of Turin ’to become my signature, I have to find another way as soon as possible.
The black-haired wizard frowned involuntarily:
And within five days.

"Or consider studying one now?" The teenager suggested: "This may be much faster."
Loren shook his head and rejected the proposal-if it is so simple to pass the level, Birdleer will not deliberately remind himself that he must come up with the strength to shut up the wizards of Ebden.
Not only to find Isaac and become a wizard in the Nine-Man Star Wizard Tower, Loren can also get the chance to contact the talented alchemist and increase his probability of success.
While the two were still meditating, a loud noise suddenly came from under the floor, and the sound of shouting and beating could be heard faintly, causing the black-haired wizard to frown.
Probably just making a mess, right? Even in small places like Gumu Town, there will be guys like hats, and it is not surprising that Eboden, a mixed fish and dragon, has a gangster to come to blackmail.
Whether it is a pickpocket or a gangster who is keen on extortion, this kind of person is very difficult to tempt, if not to provoke, try not to provoke, otherwise it is endless trouble, and Loren hates trouble.
As the black-haired wizard made up his mind, Asrell lying beside him showed a cunning smile--although he was still weak, his body was a real vampire, and his hearing was far from it. Humans can be compared.
"something wrong?"
"Well ... only one thing. When the hotel owner introduced to you before, he didn't tell the truth." The teenager lying on the bed tilted his calf: "He once cleaned this room."
Realizing Asriel's hint, Loren stood up and fell out of the door and walked towards the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.
The spacious hall, which was supposed to be in the busy hotel guys, all shivering and hiding behind the counter, dared not come out. The drunkards and guests in the hall have long disappeared, replaced by a group of pretentious fierce, but also brought With a weapon.
The table and chairs were kicked over, the cups and plates were messy, the jug behind the counter was looted, and even the oak barrels filled with wine were robbed.
As for the enthusiastic innkeeper, he was stepped under the feet of a drunk man who looked quite strong, like a meat cushion. The sharp short knife pressed against the tip of his nose, and he kept shaking around his eyes.
The innkeeper who was frightened from the water was covered in sweat, and his wide eyes were tearing, so he did n’t dare to blink, fearing that the tip of the knife would poke directly!
"Old friend, we have an agreement." The drunken man covered his mouth with droplets, and of course threatened: "If you owe us money, you have to pay it back, otherwise you will not keep your promises, right ?!" "
"Yes, yes, yes ... you are right, I and I will definitely pay back!" The innkeepers were paralyzed, trembling: "You give me the number, I give it, I give it all!"
"Um ... say a few." The drunk and confused man rolled his eyes and shouted behind him: "How much does this guy owe us ?!"
Everyone looked at each other for a long time before thinking of the answer: "Two thousand silver coins--!"
"Two thousand five-!" "Three thousand-!"
"Three thousand five-!" "Four thousand-!"
"Five Thousand Five!" "Five Thousand Five!" ...
"Then five thousand!" The drunkard waved his hand violently, and the short knife was directly on the neck of the hotel owner: "Listen clearly, you owe us five thousand silver coins, and immediately hand it over-if you are lucky, we don't want to Your interest! "
"You just sold my hotel and it's not worth 5,000 silver coins!" The innkeeper directly cried to heaven and earth: "Please, forgive me, there are not so many here!"
"Don't pretend to be stupid, I know what you are hiding, that thing is definitely worth five thousand silver coins!" The drunkard greedily widened his eyes: "One of your buddies has told us ~ EbookFREE.me ~ is you Something stolen from that wizard's room! "
"I, I don't know ..." The innkeeper who had just been frightened suddenly "has a bone": "You, you must have heard it wrong ..."
"Sorry, can you interrupt?"
Almost at the same time, the hotelier and the drunk lying on the ground looked at the stairs directly opposite. The smiling black wizard leaned on the handrail of the stairs:
"That's it, I found you seem to be arguing ... I wonder if I can satisfy my curiosity and tell me what is going on?"
"Where did the hick come out? Go back to your room." The drunkard shouted with his eyes hanging up. "There's nothing about you here ..."
"boom--!"
Before waiting for his words to drop, Loren gently snapped his fingers and used a "hovering curse" to bring the drunkard's head and the counter into "intimate contact".
"Um ... look at your expression, I guess there is something about me now, right?"