Walking back to the entrance, Richard saw Macbeth and Nancy standing. Before he opened his mouth to say anything, he heard Macbeth raise his hand first and make a "stop talking" gesture: "Well, you don't need to talk, I know you are now What are you wondering about in your heart?"
Um
Richard was stunned: What am I wondering about? I have no doubts about anything.
"You must be wondering what happened to the guy you fought with before. Let me tell you, his condition is called blood seed." Macbeth said, "This is a different kind of power from the wizard. I don't know much about it. It’s too much, but I can explain it to you.”
Richard: You've said that, what else can I say? Please start your performance... Well, let's explain.
"Ahem." Macbeth coughed, cleared his throat, and led Richard and Nancy toward the outside of the arena, speaking slowly as he walked.
"Bloodline seeds, in a sense, are the same as people with wizard talents - they are extremely rare. And although people with it cannot become wizards and cannot release spells, they can go through a series of exercises and continuously break through the limits of the human body. , becoming extremely powerful, extremely fast, and extremely resilient, even comparable to demonic creatures."
"The Totie who fought with Richard in the game before seemed not that strong, Lord Macbeth?" Nancy said.
"Indeed." Macbeth nodded, without denying it, and said, "I told you before, there are differences in blood seeds. Just like wizards have high and low talents, blood seeds also have strong and weak abilities. After all, According to some records, the power of bloodline seeds comes from ancestors.
Generally speaking, if the ancestor is more powerful, the bloodline seeds activated by his descendants will be stronger. Correspondingly, if the ancestors have average abilities, or there are no outstanding ancestors at all, the bloodline seeds activated by the descendants will at most be stronger than ordinary people. That should be the case with the supporter you mentioned.
In addition, it seems that his bloodline seeds have only been activated for a short time. Not only are they not proficient, but they are also not fully formed.
If his bloodline seed originally had 100% of its ability, then on the court, he could only exert 30% of it. It is not surprising that he was killed. "
"How powerful can the most powerful bloodline seed be?" Richard looked at Macbeth and asked.
"Is this..." Macbeth hesitated, "To be honest, I don't understand either."
Richard, Nancy: "..."
"Wizards are an independent world. Although they have some communication with the outside world, they don't pay too much attention." Macbeth quickly found a reason to defend himself. "It is undeniable that blood seeds are very powerful, but their scarcity and difficulty Inherited characteristics cannot be cultivated like wizards. Therefore, no matter how powerful the bloodline seeds are, they cannot challenge wizards, and wizards will naturally not study them too much.
But, having said that, I have heard some rumors: It is said that if you have enough perseverance, blood seeds can continue to grow, thus continuously strengthening their abilities. In this case, the strongest bloodline seed owner might be able to compete with some wizards. Tsk tsk, it’s scary to think that you can resist a wizard with physical strength alone. Such a person is the best choice for a wizard's attendant. "
After speaking, Macbeth looked at Richard and said, "By the way, Richard, I'm wondering if your speed and strength are so strong, it's probably because you have blood seeds."
"Really?" Richard was slightly "surprised", but he knew very well that he didn't have any blood seeds at all, he just used solidification spells to do it.
However, Macbeth's words opened up his thinking: Although he is not a blood seed, he can pretend to be a blood seed, so that if he does anything extraordinary in the future, it can be used to explain it.
Thinking of this, Richard said vaguely: "Maybe, I have heard that my ancestor did have a powerful warrior."
"Then you have to work hard." Macbeth said, "You are on the bottom level of the giant wheel, and your talent should be very poor, which means that your path to becoming a wizard is very narrow. Of course, if you are as talented as me, Even if you are less talented, you can still become a wizard."
Richard: "..."
"In short, having bloodline seeds is a good thing. It means that you have another way to go, which can make you feel a lot more relaxed." Macbeth said, "By then, even if you really can't become a powerful wizard, you can give a A powerful wizard as a squire. Well, preferably a powerful wizard."
As Macbeth was speaking, Richard felt a fiery gaze next to him. When he turned around, he saw that it was Nancy. At this time, Nancy's eyes were much stronger than during the previous conversation on the giant ship, as if to say: Don't hesitate, agree to be my attendant now, you won't regret it.
Forehead…
Macbeth continued: "Actually, becoming a witch's squire is very good. You have to know that a wizard's squire is not entirely a subordinate, because they cooperate closely with wizards in battle. The relationship between many wizards and squires is Extremely intimate. Especially between some wizards of the opposite sex and wizard attendants. Many of them maintain a relationship as lovers, and some are even husband and wife."
Richard looked at Nancy.
Nancy's eyes flickered, her gaze fluctuated, and then she said with an expression: If you really agree to be my attendant, this... can actually be considered. Well, consider...
Forehead…
"Okay." Macbeth said, "That's all I know about blood seeds. In short, Richard, please work hard."
"Okay, Master Wizard." Richard nodded.
At this moment Nancy suddenly said: "Lord Macbeth."
"Um?"
"Do I want to ask you a question?"
"What?"
"You... have a wizard attendant? Why, when you went out on a mission, you didn't bring your wizard attendant with you?"
The three people were walking on the streets of Caesar City. When Nancy asked, the atmosphere around them suddenly changed. A depressing and chilling atmosphere suddenly descended on the noisy streets, and the people on the streets involuntarily stopped their voices.
The whole street was quiet for a moment.
Richard's eyebrows were raised, and his hand was already holding something in his sleeve.
Nancy was a little stunned. After she realized what she was saying, she opened and closed her mouth. She was about to say something when she heard Macbeth speak.
Macbeth's voice didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations. He suppressed his emotions and whispered in an extremely stiff voice: "I... don't have a wizard attendant, not now and never in the future. Don't ask me this question again. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Nancy whispered.
"That's good." Macbeth nodded, his voice returning to normal.
In an instant, the oppressive and chilling atmosphere in the street disappeared. Everyone first looked at each other in confusion, and then it became noisy again.
Macbeth turned to look at Richard and Nancy and said, "Let's go back to the inn. Have a good rest tonight, there are still things to do tomorrow."
"Yes." Richard and Nancy followed Macbeth and walked forward.
…