Chapter 40

Wilde once had two disciples.

When he was still an ordinary panic-level dark wizard and didn't have the title of "faceless man with black scales".

Because of relying on language as a source of power, wild dark wizards are very rare, and almost all dark wizards have their own teachers.

Language must be conveyed through communication, and the accuracy of language pronunciation determines the probability of ether resonance, thus determining the power of spells, which means that the inheritance of black wizards must carry out a lot of communication.

If there is no responsible teacher to teach face to face, the pheasant black wizard who comes out in the end can only cast some lame spells such as "slipping the soles of the feet" and "extinguishing the candles".

Who would have thought that the true colors of these things turned out to be "Corrosion Mire" and "Wind Realm Binding Lock"?

At the same time, compared to the well-hidden words and imprints of the white wizards, the black wizard's language can be said to be the least difficult to learn among the extraordinary, and only needs to be "pronounced".

This is also an important reason why there are so many dark wizards at the bottom, but they are so unbearable.

——No wonder they have so little money that they were blocked by the Church of the Dome.

Those dark wizards who don't even have a rating, but are doing aftermath work for various forces are really caught.

But also because of the mechanism inherited by the black wizard, the relationship between normal and reliable masters and apprentices will be very close, and they trust each other more than relatives.

Naturally, Wilde also had his teachers.

One of the three god-level black wizards in the rating list of the Truth Society, "The Oldest Word Spirit King", "Dark Emperor", "Dragon Whisperer", and "Descendant of Giants"-Slater Augustus.

This legendary dark wizard, who can be called the living fossil of dark wizard history, has taught countless disciples in his life.

But what is known is that the dark wizards who came out of his hands eventually became famous and powerful.

Wilde always felt how lucky he was to be a disciple of such a great man as a small man with no background.

His last graduation work was the gargoyle that was given to Lin Jie.

He still remembered that he walked up to the old wizard full of excitement and handed over his final work.

Augustus's huge and thin body has almost merged with his throne-the throne is the last territory of the kingdom of giants, and he cannot leave his homeland and country.

The old wizard reached out and took the gargoyle. After looking at it for a while, he showed a kind and gratified smile, and said meaningfully:

"Fate has made a choice. From now on, you have graduated, my disciple."

The young Wilde didn't think about this sentence, but went on to ask the teacher's evaluation of his work.

After receiving such a high evaluation as "a nearly perfect masterpiece", Wilde was so excited that he could not sleep for three days. After exercising the necessary etiquette, he completed the graduation ceremony with satisfaction.

The previous irrelevant words were naturally forgotten.

It wasn't until his recent study of "Corpse Eater Rituals" that led to an eruption of inspiration that he re-dreamed the words of the old wizard in his sleep one day.

"Perhaps, the teacher has already seen the destiny. I will get Mr. Lin's guidance and give him the gargoyle as a gift. This is the answer I really delivered, and the teacher is very satisfied with it."

Wilde stood up muttering, stared blankly at the scattered papers full of notes on the table, then suddenly picked up one of the drafts, and said in a low voice:

"Let it burn."

"call!"

The flames rose out of nowhere, and the tongues of flames devoured the paper bit by bit.

In this dark room, a moth is attracted, but it catches fire.

Wilde watched thoughtfully as the paper curled, shrunk, and scorched, and the moth along with it finally turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

His two former disciples also had a close relationship with him like father and son.

On the day Wilde officially graduated from his teacher, he returned to the orphanage where he lived when he was young, and took away a child who was most like himself, who was silently alone in the corner.

That kid is called Charles.

Also his first disciple.

But unfortunately, perhaps because Wilde was too partial to Charles, he lost the vigilance that a dark wizard should have.

It eventually led to his death at the hands of one of Wilde's enemies.

Although Wilde later avenged his disciples, he did not find Charles' body and soul.

Without these two, even if he wanted to find Augustus to revive his disciple, it would be impossible.

In the depths of Wilde's heart that he was unwilling to reveal to others, there was even a weak hope that "maybe Charles didn't die, but just escaped".

"Thinking about it now, it's more like adopting a child than taking in a disciple. I worry too much all day long."

Wilde brushed the ashes away, sighed, and turned on the kerosene lamp: "I don't know what I was thinking at that time."

"Knock knock!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Wilde's movements paused, and he suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked upwards, and instantly released the detection technique.

This is the basement of the house.

And the direction from which the knocking sound came was the main entrance on the first floor of the house.

His house in Nuojin is his safest secret stronghold, and no one has ever known it so far.

Even after Yuai's betrayal, Wilde's house was never exposed.

Because the only people who know this place are himself, and...Charles.

The ether outlines the person who comes at the door.

Wilde could hardly control his facial expression, he opened his eyes slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.

how is this possible? !

"Teacher, it's me, I'm back!" The person at the door called weakly, "I'm Charles, are you there?"

"..."

Wilde moved away from the desk, even overturning the chair because of the excessive movement.

He walked upstairs from the basement, the sound of the huge rain and wind outside never stopped, and Charles called out at the door: "Teacher, it's been three years... I miss you all the time, you should know, Fred the Dark Wizard Wanted to kill me to get revenge on you, but I didn't die, he threw me into the dream rift, but not deep."

"I remembered the "Dream Guide" you read to me before, my enlightenment book, this saved my life! That's why I can come back to you now!"

He was panting, seemed to be extremely tired, and his voice became lower and lower: "Are you not there? Then I will wait for you here, just like that time in the orphanage, you will come to me..."

Wilde pushed open the door, and outside the door half lying on the ground was exactly the young disciple in his impression, only covered with bruises and unconscious.

His ether has covered a radius of one kilometer around him, but there is nothing unusual about it.

There was a complicated look on Wilde's terrifyingly cold face.

"Charles, welcome home."