Chapter 22 The Disability School

I?

Annan sneered.

joke.

You may not believe it, even I don't know who I am.

But Annan knew how to answer the question: "I'm Don Juan Geraint, that's all."

"That's it?"

Salvatore looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm nothing but myself-since my father can't keep my life alive, then I naturally have no obligation to go on according to his arrangement."

Annan glanced at the direction where the militiamen were leaving, and replied gently and calmly, "So, why don't you invite me in for some breakfast?"

This is the information he got when he first entered the dungeon.

What he said to Salvatore was, of course, the truth.

But who says...the truth can't be misleading?

Hearing Annan's words, Salvatore gave him another look in surprise.

His lingering hostility towards Annan finally dissipated most of it.

"It seems that you have indeed grown up."

He sighed in a low voice, turned and walked towards the manor.

Annan followed suit.

The young town mayor's manor is not big, that is, the scale of small and medium-sized villas, I am afraid that the floor area of ​​the first floor is only more than 100 square meters.

But the decoration inside is quite tasteful. After entering the back room, Annan immediately noticed the glass bottles filled with colorful liquids in the half-opened wooden cabinets.

What surprised Annan the most was that there was even a misty white air in the wooden cabinet.

It's almost like wine refrigerated in a wine cabinet.

"Are you interested in this?"

Noticing Annan's gaze, Salvatore raised the corner of his mouth and snorted proudly: "This is the pre-transformation agent I prepared for the teacher. You can't use it."

"Pre-transformer?"

"Yes, you are not the official wizard of the Black Tower of Zedi. The teacher should not teach you the knowledge of transforming schools, right? I don't know if the teacher has mentioned to you why... the reason is the pre-transformation agent."

Salvatore explained: "The fundamental technology of our transformation of the school is to change the form of the curse, so as to overcome the limit of the 'quantity' that it can accommodate, and use the curse that flows out of itself as an introduction to control the natural world. More curses.

"But the disadvantage is that the transformation of schools always requires a process of transformation, in order to continuously use small to borrow large to form leverage. Once the cycle is interrupted, it is necessary to start from scratch."

I understand, it's a cycle break.

Annan nodded in understanding.

Changing schools seems to be the kind of stance occupation that will lose tons of output once the skill cycle is broken...

Annan didn't like this very much.

"I personally can complete a complete cycle from any beginning in three hours without assistance, and the shortest teacher is thirty-five minutes. If you need to use the spell supported by the last curse, then you need to If the transformation time is too long, the final mana consumed will be surprisingly large... The meaning of the pre-transformation agent is to allow us to start the cycle from any node."

The young mayor sighed: "Teacher, he doesn't have a pre-transformation agent on his body, and the practical spells behind the curse can't be used, which would be very inconvenient. For example, 'wide-area detection of hostility', 'group void restraint', 'wide-area disintegration energy' or something..."

...In fact, if your teacher can really use "wide-area detection of hostility", maybe he won't die.

Annan was silent for a while, but still didn't say anything.

Salvatore asked curiously: "Speaking of which, what school of spells did the teacher teach you? Maybe I have a book here that can teach you a few."

Hearing that, Annan stretched out his right hand, and the palm turned blue-black in an instant, and then returned to its normal color.

"Cold contact... the school of incapacitation. You are quite proficient at using it."

Salvatore sighed: "It seems that the teacher can't teach you much. He is not very good at the spells of the incapacitated school, and can only teach you to the bronze level at most."

"...Senior Salvatore, what kind of spell does he know, teacher?"

Annan moved in his heart and asked sincerely and humbly, "He has never answered me directly on this question."

This is still an ambiguous truth.

Yet Salvatore also didn't realize what was wrong.

Seeing that Annan's attitude was so good, his mood improved a lot: "It's normal, I'll ask you the right question. The teacher's other students don't necessarily know as much as I do.

"Teacher is best at converting schools of magic. Because he made an oath of forbidden law when he advanced to the silver rank, the teacher's four spells of incapacitation, edict, destruction, and prophet cannot be used, and can only be used. The remaining four spells of 'Soul Reaper', 'Transformation', 'Shaping', and 'Idol'. Among them, only transformation and shaping of his old man are close to the golden level.

"So he definitely can't teach you anything... If you have any doubts, you can only let you read books."

After Salvatore finished speaking, he sighed: "It's not because the teacher is cold to you, it's because he really can't teach you. After all, what kind of talent do you have, it's not something that can be distorted by personal will. It’s better to learn whatever you can learn as an apprentice.”

Hearing this, Annan was stunned.

Salvatore's remarks exposed some deeper facts.

He must have heard some rumors about "Don Juan", so he was so cold to him at the beginning. He also knew that Don Juan studied magic with Benjamin, but he did not know about Don Juan's school.

But now it seems... as Benjamin's student, he doesn't even know if Don Juan has entered the class?

Could it be that the fact that Don Juan is a wizard is actually a secret from the outside world?

So why would Don Juan put on his ring before attending the banquet?

If Annan understands correctly, these extraordinary beings will not be able to exert extraordinary powers if they leave their curse bearers.

On the other hand, since Don Juan Geraint took the initiative to put on the ring. It means that he intends to use extraordinary power...

If it didn't happen, who was he using it on?

"Can you see that I didn't enter the class?"

While thinking about it, Annan didn't have the slightest reaction on his face, but smiled gently: "Don't you see the silver ring on my hand?"

"I was really taken aback at first sight. Such a strong curse... It's really thanks to your body that you can bear it."

Salvatore glanced at Annan and said rudely: "But if you want to scare off the assassin, I suggest you buy a new spell and wear it - this is obviously a women's ring, you should be Am I blind? Or did you steal your mother's ring and put it on?"

"You said it. It is indeed a relic."

The smile on Annan's face faded a little.

Hearing this, Salvatore was also startled.

"……Feel sorry."

"It's okay, you're welcome."

Annan answered sincerely.

Not my mother anyway.

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while. In order to break the deadlock, Salvatore was silent for a while, and then he suddenly raised his voice and said, "How long have you been studying spells? Why don't I preside over the advanced for you?"

"...Are you okay?"

Although he didn't know what the content of the ceremony was, in order to maintain his character as a young male god who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Annan still looked indifferent.

"As long as your level is high enough, I'll be fine! It's not that I haven't advanced the juniors! It's definitely no problem!"

Salvatore was furious and went straight into the back room: "Don't go yet, you'll wait-"

...Crap, I'm a little panicked when you say that.

Annan's scalp tingled for a while.

And he also realized that it was okay to fool those militiamen before. But once he came into contact with someone of equal status, he immediately found that he didn't dare to answer anything.

There is still a problem with too little information... I still have to find a book and read it as soon as possible.

At least add some common sense.

At first, he planned to borrow Don Juan's identity in order to gain access to more information - the identity of ordinary people, it must be difficult to investigate the family and political issues of neighboring countries, or even the highest level of enemy countries. And he changed his identity as Don Juan, at least it would be much more convenient to read.

It doesn't matter if the stuffing is exposed, the big deal is to run away.

Anyway, the identity of Don Juan Geraint is just a human skin mask temporarily applied by Annan. If the conditions are right, he can also be someone else at any time.

Even being Annan himself... is a role-playing role for Annan.

This is the role-playing bridge in a role-playing game-

"Actually, don't panic, Don Juan."

Fortunately, Salvatore did not come out with any mysterious device.

He just carried a pot of brewed black tea and two tea bowls, and came over and poured a cup for Annan: "Have you seen Reverend Louis.

"Do you know why such a powerful priest has to come to such a remote place where birds don't shit like Frozen Water Harbor?"

"why?"

Annan moved in his heart and asked in a low voice while holding the teacup.