Chapter 282: Deep Love between Master and Disciple
The young man had a pale complexion due to lack of sunlight, deep facial features more like a northerner, and messy short red hair. He stared at Yang Qiu in horror as if he had seen a ghost.
No... if he saw a ghost, he would never react like this. After all, he was a high-level black magician who was nearly 400 years old. Evil spirits were just carriers of materials for him. There was no need to make a fuss.
“You—you!” The young man pointed at Yang Qiu and tapped him several times. In the end, he did not openly expose Yang Qiu’s identity. He just grinned and said, “You… stinky boy!”
Yang Qiu chuckled, put on his top hat, glanced at the odds and ends on the stall, and chuckled at the other party.
The young man who looked like a teenager but was actually an old monster was so angry at his mocking expression that the corners of his mouth twitched...
Half an hour later, in the hotel where Yang Qiu was staying.
After sending away the temporary servant, Yang Qiu closed the door of the room, propped up the subspace barrier, and turned his head: "Old man, the apprenticeship ceremony--"
"No!" The young man sat on the sofa with his arms folded across his chest, and scolded with a dark face, "Don't you think about how much trouble you have caused me over the years? You were chased and blocked by people who wanted to find you everywhere, which prevented me from concentrating on repairing the tower. I haven't bothered you yet!"
"The tower was so damaged that even the core part couldn't function. Even the magic net couldn't be supported. There wasn't a single layer of the folding space in the tower that was usable. I've said long ago that it would be better to start over than to maintain it." Yang Qiu said indifferently, "Besides, the winter in that bitter cold place is so miserable. You're already old, you might as well retire in the south."
The young man stared at Yang Qiu expressionlessly for a while, then stood up, covering his face. "Forget it, just pretend I haven't seen you. Even if we completely break off our relationship in the future, don't come to me, or I'll be pissed off to death by you, a bastard."
Yang Qiu didn't stand up to pull him, but just rolled up his sleeves casually when the young man passed by him, revealing the space bracelet on his wrist...
The young man stopped abruptly, lowered his head and looked at Yang Qiu's wrist.
Although the Prosperity Church is not a wealthy and large sect, it has a deep enough foundation. The space props provided to its own black-robed supervisors must be very sophisticated. Not only must the internal space be large and stable enough, but the surface of the bracelet must also be engraved with a permanent protective formation.
The young man took a deep breath when he saw the space bracelet made by a black-robed supervisor of the Prosperity Church...
Then, the young man who had just been clamoring to break off relations with Yang Qiu sat back down as if nothing had happened, skipping the previous sentence without blushing or panting, and with an extremely natural attitude: "Hey, are you rich now?"
...Yang Qiu's greed for money and his shameless audacity were not innate.
"Not really , we just occupied a piece of territory." Yang Qiu pulled down his sleeves and crossed his feet calmly, "The man who was talking to you at the market earlier was from the Rhine Court Mage Corps?"
"That's Needham. He wants to invite me to serve the Rhine royal family, but I'm not interested." The young man waved his hand.
"It's really meaningless. You are capable enough to be the chief, but the person who invited you will not give up the position of chief." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Even if you are willing to slowly gain experience, your age will not allow it. Old man, you are almost at the end of your life, right?"
The young man's face changed, and he was about to get angry. Yang Qiu quickly raised his hand and said, "Don't be angry. I have a way to increase your success rate in advancing."
"Hmm?" The young man's expression condensed, and a powerful mental force appeared around his body, sticking to his side like water, and surged towards Yang Qiu like a wave.
Yang Qiu did not try to stop him and let the young man's spiritual field envelope him.
"You--you little bastard!" After detecting Yang Qiu's bottomless mental strength and the solidity of his soul, the young man was shocked and said with his eyes wide open, "When did you get promoted?!"
Yang Qiu smiled proudly.
When wealth and status come, old friends are no longer around, just like wearing fine clothes at night. After his promotion, Yang Qiu has never had the opportunity to show off to his old acquaintances, which makes him very frustrated!
Especially being able to show off in front of the old man - double, no, triple the happiness!
Yang Qiu spent his entire youth and middle age living under the shadow of this old monster with a teenage appearance. The reason was that this red-haired guy with all kinds of problems and a bad personality was a well-deserved super genius.
The extraordinary people in this world can delay or even stop aging when their soul strength (mental power level) is strong enough to feed back to the body.
In other words, the older a person is and the younger they look, the more unfathomable their strength is.
Brother Lowell, who became the supervisor of the Prosperity Church before he was thirty, was already a rare genius. However, he was still inferior to the pervert in front of him who had become a mid-level spellcaster before he even reached adulthood.
Yang Qiu, who was picked up by such a genius, worked as a mage apprentice under him for many years. One can imagine how much pressure he was under... It is no exaggeration to say that it was like repeating his senior year of high school dozens of times.
When Yang Qiu was in his forties, he finally succeeded in becoming a mid-level spellcaster, and his soul strength entered the extraordinary realm. If this speed were in other places, he would definitely be surrounded by praise, but in the eyes of the old man, he was just a piece of scum, the kind that he couldn't show to anyone...
Yang Qiu was polite and modest with others, but he was completely rude to the old man who had traumatized him for many years. He looked down on him and said, "About half a year ago, I went to the Sorenson Mountains, found a suitable place and tried it, and I passed it smoothly. The third time I saw the Eye of Truth, I felt quite familiar with it."
Young man: “…”
Most spellcasters can only enter the gate of the realm twice and see the Eye of Truth twice in their lifetime.
The first time is from a beginner spellcaster to an intermediate level, and the second time is from an intermediate level to an advanced level.
Most people only have these two chances in their lifetime... The door to the third realm is too dangerous. Many people even suffer mental breakdowns and lose control in front of the door before they can even step through it after forcing it open.
A professional strong man with a little common sense would never stand by and watch when he found someone nearby opening the third door, but would run as far away as possible, because just opening this third door is close to bringing disaster to the world.
"You went to Sorenson to get promoted. It seems like you played a life-threatening gamble. Were you forced into a desperate situation at that time?" The young man said with difficulty.
"No, no, no, didn't I tell you that I'm not the kind of person who would risk everything in a hurry? You know me well. I never do anything that I'm not sure of."
"Oh - that means you have abandoned the dignity of a spellcaster. I've heard that you stole the seal , and you've become as dependent on it as those cowardly priests. This is something you, who have been unscrupulous since childhood, would do."
"Your source of information is terrible. The Sealed Objects were created after I was promoted. Of course, I can understand that your brain is almost buried in the coffin. It is too difficult for you to understand that an excellent disciple can easily exceed your limits and achieve a goal that you cannot achieve."
"Do you think I would believe such nonsense? Who has studied elementary magic courses for several years? I have never seen such a slow-witted idiot as you in my life!"
"I spent all those years learning the common language! You just took advantage of my mother tongue. If you have the ability, come and learn Chinese from me!"
"Is this how you talk to a teacher?!"
"How do you look like a mentor? Which hair do you have?!"
Next... the master and the disciple warmly cared about each other's experiences in the past few years. They talked until their mouths were almost dry but they were still in high spirits.
After all, the two of them had been squatting in the same wizard tower for more than a hundred years, and they even knew each other's swear words by heart. This level of verbal dispute was no different from ordinary people exchanging pleasantries. After taking a sip of water during the intermission, the master and apprentice continued the original topic calmly, as if they had not quarreled so much that their faces turned red and their necks became thick.
"What are the conditions for your help?" the young man asked directly.
"Come and help me too." Yang Qiu said bluntly.
The old man's personality is a bit bad, but at least he is a ready-made high-level spellcaster. Yang Qiu even dragged a former thief to be a puppet lord and even the ascetic monks of the Prosperous Church to be tools. There is absolutely no reason for him to let someone run away after encountering him.
The young man looked Yang Qiu up and down with a scrutinizing gaze... He frowned and said, "What do you want me to do for you? It can't be to help you grab territory, right?"
Yang Qiu smiled but said nothing.
Young man: “…”
"You know me well, old man." Yang Qiu said happily, "Why should people like us pursue the way of the strong? Is it just to increase our life span and live as long as possible? Why don't we all get a life box and become a lich, so that we can live until the next war between gods without any problem."
"But even a madman like Enwei who does things without considering the consequences was forced to become a lich after his body was destroyed. We black magicians are still willing to be human, right?" Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Using a longer life than ordinary people to do more meaningful and valuable things is what spellcasters like us should pursue. For example, bringing some fresh and good atmosphere to the dull Nabarron."
The young man looked at the mad disciple with a complex expression that was hard to describe, and shook his head and said, "Don't call others crazy. If Enwei knew that you think of him like this, he might kill you."
After Yang Qiu could speak the common language fluently, he described his origins and hometown to his teacher many times.
Yang Qiu, who was still a middle school boy at the time, naturally did not hide his "ambition" - in his opinion, it was not ambition, but his cognition of "what a normal world should be like."
Although the old man's wizard tower is remote, there are towns nearby. Everything Yang Qiu saw when he went into the city to replenish daily necessities made him, who grew up under the red flag, feel disgusted to the core.
But in the eyes of the aboriginal boy, this disciple who he thought had decent talent was definitely mentally ill, or was born with the disease...
Yang Qiu understood how his teacher viewed him. After all, before he found his way home, he was pessimistic about his ideals. He smiled and said, "Words are not enough. Why don't you come back to Innaderi with me after I gather all the materials, Kingsley?"
Kingsley Jean, one of the famous high-level spellcasters in the north of the Nabarron Continent, frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head with regret: "Not for now, maybe in a few years."
Yang Qiu knew his teacher very well, and said calmly: "I am purchasing the core array materials for the Mage Tower."
Kingsley Jean's eyes suddenly widened.
"I don't have the conditions to fold the space inside the tower for now, but there is a castle-sized city lord's mansion under the tower that can be used, so there is no need to fold the space." Yang Qiu smiled slightly and deliberately turned the space bracelet on his left wrist. "My magic tower is in the city, so I don't need to build fortifications. I just need to gather the core magic array materials and the building materials needed for the tower body."
Folding the space inside the tower does not require much materials, but it requires the help of a space spellcaster, which is quite difficult for Yang Qiu.
After a pause, Yang Qiu casually dropped a bombshell: "It took me almost a year to collect the money for materials and building materials."
This year refers to the time in the other world.
He engaged in cross-border reselling, used players to kill monsters and get materials to crack down on pornography and illegal publications, robbed countless brothels and casinos, emptied a viscount's mansion, and fleeced a lot of churches... He was barely able to get enough of it. It can be said that it was very hard work.
But no matter how hard it is, it is still shocking that the caster can collect enough wealth in just one year, which normally takes hundreds of years without causing any trouble or getting into any trouble.
Kingsley Gene jumped up from the sofa, flew to Yang Qiu, bent down, lowered his head, held Yang Qiu's left hand wearing the space bracelet, and said affectionately: "Yang, I have always known that you are a very good disciple--"
Yang Qiu was completely unmoved, and just raised a finger calmly: "I'll give you 10% of the dividends, this is the most generous offer, there's no room for negotiation for even a penny more."
