"Bruce Kris, who allowed you to come here?" The white-haired mage guild president glared at the black-robed old mage, and shocked Zhang Xiao who followed: these two old men can't do it. Get up
"Hey! President, I really came to you when something happened." Heipao's charming smile made Zhang Xiao feel really ashamed.
"Say it quickly, go back to your Undead Island when you're finished." The president didn't give the black robe a good face.
"Good, good. I'll go back when I'm finished." Hei Pao completely ignored the face of the old leader drawn by the president, still smiling and pointing at Zhang Xiao standing behind him: "This is the undead who has just completed the A-level test. Mage, he is the person I have ever seen who is most likely to reach the level of a magister.” Hei Robo is proud of his expression here. If the Necromancer's department can produce a magister, then he won't have to look at it again in the future. The long face is living.
"What?" Hearing the black robe said that Zhang Xiao has such a potential. The president wearing a white background with a red pattern and gold-rimmed mage robe stood up from the large seat, stared at Zhang Xiao for a long time and then roared: "You Don't bluff me! Why can't I feel any dark element fluctuations in him?"
"Hey! I can't feel it either. Maybe he has magic items to cover up magic fluctuations! But the skeleton he summons is not even the silver skeleton. I have reason to believe that he will become the best in the near future. Excellent necromancer."
"That's the little black skull?" The president didn't believe that such a thin skeleton frame could be better than a silver skull.
Since the small ribs came in, they looked around and looked very curious. Now they are attracted by a magic crystal ball in the corner, and they are full of joy in holding them in their hands.
"It's this black skeleton, don't look at its thin and slender bones, but its speed is as fast as a gust of wind." The old black robe master looked at the small ribs with extreme love in his eyes, just like looking at his own child.
The president of the Mage Guild looked at it for a long time and still couldn't see it: "Well, even if it is powerful, it will be decades from now if this kid wants to become a magister, so what are you doing here now? "
"I want him to inherit my mage tower!" Heipao's face was serious, his eyes full of determination when he looked at the president.
"Impossible!" The president directly denied Heipao's decision.
"Are you going to die? Now I want to give away the Mage Tower. If you don't want it, I can send someone else to receive it, where you want to die."
"Yes, I am going to die!"
The president who was furious just now was stunned, and even Zhang Xiao looked at the black robe in confusion, only the small ribs stood alone in the corner playing the crystal ball.
"You are going to die? You are less than two hundred!" The old president looked at the wrinkled face in the black robe, his voice has become much softer.
"President, have you forgotten that I am a Necromancer?" Hei Pao looked lonely. "Although the higher the magic level, the longer the lifespan will be, but long-term practice of undead spells will also shorten the lifespan. I have already lived one hundred and eighty-nine, and I am very content."
The average life expectancy of an average human in this world is about one to two hundred years old, and being able to live to one hundred and fifty years old is considered a long life. Practicing fighting spirit and magic can also prolong lifespan. The higher the level, the longer you will live. It is not a problem to reach the level of a magister to live two hundred years old, but no one in the undead system can live past two hundred years.
"Hey! Yeah, you are one hundred and eighty-nine. It's time to choose an heir to your mage tower." The old president turned and looked out the window. "Now there are fewer and fewer full-time wizards, and there are even fewer undead systems. There have been no undead wizards to register in the guild for many years. Well, it's up to you to decide the heirs of the wizard tower!"
"Thank you, President, I won't let you down." Hei Pao's gratitude showed that the Undead System finally had someone succeeded.
"But this kid doesn't agree with my decision. I want to ask the president to help me persuade him."
The old guild leader turned around in surprise and looked at Zhang Xiao with an indifferent face and asked slowly: "Why? Young man, do you know how many people who practice magic dream of having their own mage tower someday, if I were not a mage? The leader of the guild, I will also build my own mage tower. What a glorious and brilliant it is."
"No, it's just that I don't always stay in one place. I'm used to wandering." Zhang Xiao said lightly as he looked at the two over 100-year-olds.
"But you will stop someday and find a place to live and live!" The old president looked at Zhang Xiao suspiciously, his expression as if he was looking at a fool.
"No, I won't stop there. My goal is far bigger than you think." Zhang smiled. He will not stop, even if it stops, it will only be temporary. His goal is not to end the maimed life on a small island. He wants to go to the Demon Realm, and he wants to return to Earth.
"Bigger than I thought?" The old president was completely stunned. There are people who are more ambitious than the ideals of a magister, can he still become a god
"Then talk about your ideals." The old president became a little angry. Young people often have unrealistic fantasies. These people are often so lofty and ambitious. Once they set their goals very ambitious, it seems that they can not be regulated and restricted by the laws of this world.
After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Xiao still didn't tell the old president of his ideals. For no reason, no one would believe it. That would only make the old president even more disgusted with him.
"Since you can't tell, why are you unwilling to accept Bruce Kris's proposal? Couldn't even a mage tower attract you? What do you want?" The old president flicked his generous gold-rimmed robe and turned to look again. To the window.
The old black robe master never said another word, his eyes looking at Zhang Xiao were full of puzzlement and unwillingness.
In fact, even Zhang Xiao didn't know what he wanted. There is no way to embark on the path of cultivating demons. At the time, this was the only way out, or else the only way to die was to wait in the dark hole. Even if he came here after cultivating a demon, he was helpless. He thought he could follow the master to the demon world, but he still didn't know what to do in the future. Being able to return to the master, to be able to go back to the earth to see is now his greatest wish. But these are all based on the premise that oneself can successfully save the catastrophe, otherwise everything will be neglected.
There was a brief calm in the room.
At this moment, everyone was shocked by the bang, and everyone looked for their reputation. It turned out that the sound came from the little skeleton playing alone in the corner.