Chapter 414 3 gold coins, choice
Dunbar admired John more and more.
He hopes to become a great magician like John.
"I'm very capable. No matter what happens, I can handle it."
Dunbar, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, said with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Wick, give me a chance."
"I'll give you a chance to let go." John looked unkind.
Dunbar's heart trembled when he saw his expression.
He was really afraid, this was an existence with a demon servant.
But he thought about the companions he saw being easily killed by magicians when he was a child, and also thought about his difficult life in Vanaheim these years.
He was heartbroken and closed his eyes.
John looked at him coldly, and the magic power surged and the person was thrown away.
As if Dunbar was hit hard, his body fell heavily to the ground and twitched.
For a moment, the fear of death enveloped his mind.
"You don't want to be a magician." John said coldly, "You want to gain power and money."
"The magician is a way for you, just like you becoming a thief, it is just a tool to realize your desires."
His words went straight to Dunbar's heart, making Dunbar tremble and dare not raise his head.
John looked at the trembling man who dared not speak, and his expression calmed down, "What you want to be is a life of wealth and honor."
"If you want to use me, no matter whether you become a magician or not, as long as you have my identity, I can help you achieve all this."
His last words made Dunbar's body stop shaking.
"You're greedy."
Dunbar suddenly raised his head, looked at John, gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with me?"
"I just want a better life. I don't want to watch my companions being killed like before. I want the power to choose, not to be controlled by others!"
"Why can't you let me become your apprentice?" Dunbar blushed, "I have been serving you so hard these days."
"Apprentice?" John's lips curved into an emotionless smile, "You are so greedy."
Become the Witch King's apprentice.
How greedy and ignorant this is.
John raised his hand indifferently and said, "Then I will give you the right to choose."
In his hand, gold coins fell one by one.
His right hand seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of gold coins. John said lightly: "For the dream of a magician with a slim chance, or for the reality that is easily available?"
The gold coins fell into small piles with a clanging sound.
Dunbar's eyes were fixed on the falling gold coins. This money allowed him to escape from his poor life.
His heart was shaking.
John was right, the reason why he wanted to become a magician was just because of the magician's money.
As a thief, he never had enough determination.
I don’t even know how great the magician is.
What he needs are the interests that make him excited.
Just like now.
He simply doesn't have the perseverance to become a magician.
Magicians will stay in a dark basement for several years or even longer just for a pot of magic potion.
You can also study endlessly on an alchemical topic.
And Dunbar, if he had these perseverance, he would not become a thief.
All the money he obtained became his lavish consumption.
As the last gold coin appeared in his hand, John held it in his backhand.
The gold coins twirled on his fingers.
With each turn, one gold coin will disappear.
While Dunbar was struggling, the gold coins had shrunk greatly.
"Do you want easy rewards or ethereal magic?"
John's voice rang in his ears, causing Dunbar to wake up.
There are only a dozen gold coins left.
He spoke urgently with a distressed look on his face, "I choose gold coins!"
After the words fell, John opened his palms.
The gold coins fell from the fingertips at the last second.
"jingle."
Thirteen gold coins.
This was Dunbar's reward.
Dunbar hurriedly picked up the gold coin and looked at it carefully.
John looked at him deeply and ignored his departure.
Thieves are always motivated by profit.
The Witch King's thirteen gold coins carry a kind of magical power.
People who get gold coins will be greedy to get more.
Dunbar didn't know that his behavior had angered the Witch King.
These thirteen gold coins contained the magic he had dreamed of.
But it is also full of disasters.
In the forest where the spaceship is docked.
Palu is diligently mining the materials here.
As a very self-conscious demon, except for being ugly, Palu is very suitable to be a server.
I don’t know if it’s due to the slave contract, but Palu feels uncomfortable all over if he doesn’t work.
John was surprised that there was a kind of existence in the wizarding society called house elves.
It was a kind of servility that was born after losing to a wizard in a war and being trained by a wizard for many years.
House elves cannot resist their master's orders. This is a rule engraved in their bones.
Even if he says something bad about his master, he can't help but punish himself.
How long did it take for Palu to learn to be a qualified servant?
Taking out a travel diary, John recorded these things in it.
It records John's various experiences along the way, such as Hwagmir Spring and Jinlinga Gap.
Outposts along the way and some featured planets will also be recorded.
The elven sage came to the door.
They made a deal.
A large amount of supplies are packed in a box.
Similar to the Invisible Stretching Spell.
"Dear Sir, we are ready to return to Alfheim."
The Elf Sage said: "I hope you can help us."
"Just in time, I'm going to Alfheim too."
John said nonchalantly: "As for the request you mentioned, what are you willing to pay?"
The elven sage hopes that the powerful magician will help his hometown, so some sacrifices are required.
The elves and sages naturally understand this truth.
He lowered his head and said: "We are willing to send Alfheim's friendship and ancient seeds."
In Alfheim, seeds are sacred.
Elves born in nature have a natural affinity for nature.
They have the most complete seed bank in the universe, and some speculate that it may contain the seeds of the nearly extinct Flora Colossus tribe.
Among those seeds, there are many existences containing powerful magic power.
Changing the environment can effectively expand the concentration of magic power.
When John heard this, he didn't refuse in a hurry. He touched his chin and said, "One more."
The Elf Sage secretly said, "Sure enough."
It’s time for more of the supplies he prepared to come in handy.
He was prepared for John's exorbitant price.
But John said: "I need to go to your library."
"Ah?" The Elf Sage was stunned.
He also thought what kind of request John was going to make.
library?
The Elf Sage hesitated a little and said, "The writing there is all in Elf writing."
"It doesn't matter." John waved his hand and said, "I understand."
"You understand?"
The elven sage was doubtful.
John smiled and said in the language of the ancient elves: "Of course I understand."
The Elf Sage's expression was stiff.
Because he suddenly remembered a question.
Ancient magic books that are still in the deciphering stage are also in the library.
It’s not like John can decipher it, right?
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