The sun was slightly warm, a young boy stood outside the door of the sorceress, holding a pile of books stacked high in his arms, pacing like ants on a hot pot, grimacing for a long time and taking a deep breath , knocked on the door,
"Roy, this is Li... The book that Mr. Rita asked for... The only book I just picked up from the library, you... Please count it."
The young man stammered, his eyes furtively and shyly glanced around the bedroom for a while, and he saw the figure as he wished, showing a silly smile, and his saliva almost dropped.
"Secrets of Magic and Alchemy, Codex Milther, Conversations on the Nature of Magic, Magic of Nature,
"Suspense in Suspense" is not bad, thanks for your hard work. "
Roy tightly hugged the books tightly. These books were magic textbooks that he had begged the sorceress several times and signed several unequal treaties before letting the other party open to borrow them.
He raised his head and glanced at the freckled boy who was standing cautiously outside the gate, with a thin oak root and a bamboo pole nailed to the gate, shook his head and said, "Nympho."
This lover named "Yar" grew up in the Temple of Meritelli since childhood. He is the current administrator of the library of the temple, and one of the few males in the temple.
Thirteen-year-old Mu Ai is full of curiosity about the beautiful bodies of mature women and cannot resist the charm of the sorceress Coral.
But Roy knew very well that this "nympho" has a crush on Coral now, and will be obsessed with the sorceress Triss Merigold in the future, and Ciri, who is studying cultural knowledge in the temple, and wants to kiss him secretly. The little princess of Sintra who was exiled to the temple.
"Half-hearted guy."
Roy thought of something, and his eyes rolled to Yare's ear, "Have you confessed to Aerola II according to the method I taught? I feel that she is also interested in you, you have to seize the opportunity!"
Yael's face flushed, and he finally withdrew his eyes that were glued to the sorceress, "That... I... I... "
"You're still not a man?!"
"Of course!" Jarre straightened his slightly hunchback back in embarrassment, sticking his neck like an ugly duckling with a guilty conscience,
"I will confess to King Aerola II, but I have something to do today, I can't do it for the time being, that... Bye!" His eyes drifted towards the sorceress with nostalgia, and then he clenched his teeth and ran away.
"What a beautiful youth..." The sorceress smiled charmingly at Roy and said with emotion, "That child is really pure, purer than you."
"Simple?" Roy shook his head. This was not a compliment. He slapped the book on the table, "Ms. Coral, don't keep teasing Yale."
"Sorry, I've tried my best to restrain my charm... But you must know that even a little light from the sun can illuminate the entire temple." Coral stood up from the bed and turned around in front of the boy's eyes, intentionally or unintentionally. Showing off that hot figure that bulges forward and backward.
Roy bared his teeth,
"Okay, beautiful and confident Ms. Rita, shouldn't we get down to business?" Roy patted the thick cover of the tome book of magic.
Coral shook her slender index finger, "Sorry, your magic aptitude is unqualified. It's not realistic to become a wizard apprentice with these books and my guidance."
Not long ago, Coral gave him a wizard qualification test similar to an "intelligence test", and the results showed that his affinity for elements was slightly higher than that of ordinary people, which was estimated to be the effect of taking the blood of the sun. , far below the threshold of entry for wizards.
"Even if I give you a letter of recommendation, Arethusa will not accept you."
Roy licked his lips, "I don't expect to be a warlock..." Despite meditating every day, his affinity for magic elements still grows extremely slowly, and he is still weak in terms of magic talent.
"I want to enhance the power of the seal through systematic magic learning."
If a warlock apprentice with qualified magical potential is equivalent to a torch, then Roy is a match, and some highly qualified Primordial Warlocks, such as Ciri and Vigfortes, are a sleeping volcano.
But being a match is better than most of the world's "magic deserts" that can't even ignite Mars.
"Seal of the Witcher?" Coral seemed to have heard a joke. "That thing is just some simplified, modified spell-like ability. The Mark of Alder used by Leto can put out the fire in that fireplace, and I will do it for me. use… "
Coral said confidently, "The surging magic can make those firewood fly directly from the chimney to the sky and turn into stars!"
The sorceress's words are exaggerated, but it also states a fact - the witcher's seal is less powerful than the orthodox magic of the wizard, and only has the advantage of being convenient to cast.
"In short, I have a little talent for elements," Roy sighed. "Will my seal be a little more powerful than an ordinary witcher?"
"Your thoughts are fine... I'll teach you a little bit of the basics of magic depending on the situation - if you can stay awake in the next stage of the trial, but that's extremely unlikely."
"The next stage, virus infection?" Roy's heart skipped a beat, and his face sank. Before he knew it, he had been in the Temple of Meritelli for more than a month, and the hormonal catalysis stage was also announced.
"Have you ever looked in the mirror during this time?"
Coral approached his body with a burst of aroma, her pointed chin touched Roy's forehead, and her moist red lips touched his hair.
"You've grown a little taller, and your facial features have changed compared to a month ago, and last night..." Coral suddenly smiled at him, making him feel guilty.
"You said it was a coincidence, I saw a sneaky guy in the crystal slipping out of the bedroom with his pants up... giggling, one night passed... You've grown up."
"You've been spying on me?"
The embarrassment on Roy's face disappeared in a flash, and he quickly regained his composure.
During this time, he got along with the sorceress day and night, and was bombarded by her repeated teasing. He had developed a certain degree of immunity to beauty.
"Surveillance is ugly, I'm caring about you! Don't be shy—" Coral's face became solemn, "Save energy to deal with the pain later."
"How dangerous is the virus?"
"With corals escorting you, the probability of your death is very low, but you will inevitably suffer from flesh and blood."
Compared with the hormones extracted from the human body, Roy is more repulsive and averse to foreign viruses, and no one will take the initiative to infect the terrible virus.
But the witcher is an exception.
Virus infection is the second step of the whole trial, and it is also a key step in the transition from the mild stage to the burst stage. It took Rita Ned a lot of time to extract the required materials from the monsters, cultivate them and present them in Roy. In front of him, a tube of black-green liquid—she called it "The Furnace Virus".
Or the initial virus, as the first infection virus, its destructive power is moderate.
The furnace virus was penetrated into the body of the boy by the magic of the coral. The latter did not feel any discomfort at first, and was still listening to the sorceress's "Natural Magic" class, but at a certain moment, the symptoms suddenly broke out!
Roy suddenly felt a sharp stinging pain pouring into his brain, and an invisible scorpion was desperately stirring in his brain. Then his chest, throat, and abdomen became hot and hot, and his skin heated up and turned light red, as if he was in a furnace. Sweat poured frantically out of his skin.
Even his tongue was scalded by the surging heat, and he was speechless.
The sorceress lowered her eyes, her pretty face containing an apology, "I'm sorry, I can't cast spells to ease your pain, this is a test that must be passed, and only after you get through it can your body get a complete transformation... The extra magic element may also cause unpredictable effects. mutation."
"I... I can stand it!" Roy's eyes widened, and he was about to clench his teeth.