Chapter 125 Rejection

Herrag's butt was still hot, and he set off for Bessie's residence again.

Bessie's house was indeed not far from him, just through two woods.

"No. 16..."

Herage looked around and saw a red wooden house.

He walked over and knocked on the door. There were footsteps behind the door, and Bessie opened the door.

The moment Bessie opened the door, Herage's eyes were involuntarily attracted.

Bessie was wearing a camisole, which could barely cover the rough areas.

A pair of long legs wearing black stockings with suspenders just exposed a section of her white and tender thighs, which looked particularly tempting.

Bessie was already very tall and her legs were extremely long, which gave people a very shocking visual effect.

"Are you injured? I think you look pretty good." Herage noticed that his gaze was a little rude and immediately found a topic to ask.

Bessie smiled lightly: "The injury is almost healed, let's come in first."

The main structure of the house is similar to that of Herage's house, and the structures of the wooden houses here are basically the same.

The first floor is also the living room, with some sofas and a fireplace next to it. The fire has been lit and is burning, and the room is quite warm.

Bessie made a pot of coffee, took out the cup prepared in advance and bent down to pour coffee for Herage.

This bend reveals the majestic scenery.

Herage didn't expect that this mountain peak was so tall. He had only noticed Bessie's long legs before, but he didn't expect that such a scenery was hidden.

Of course, he just looked away and looked away.

It's just involuntary at first glance, but it's rude to look at it again.

Bessie seemed not to notice, and after pouring coffee for Herage, she sat down directly next to Herage.

A burst of elegant fragrance hits my face. It is a nice fragrance, not strong, and makes people feel very comfortable.

"I heard from Mr. Larry that you were promoted to the third-class wizard apprentice. I didn't expect you to be promoted so quickly." Bessie said softly, while leaning slightly towards Herrag.

"You are also a third-class wizard apprentice, but you are much earlier than me." Herage felt the warmth and softness next to his body.

Bessie looked gloomy and whispered: "Although I am a third-class wizard apprentice, after being injured, I have no hope of being promoted to an official wizard."

She then hugged Herage's arm with some excitement and wrapped Herage's right hand with her softness: "And you are different. You are very talented. There are very few wizard apprentices who have made such rapid progress like you." See you there. You also have Mr. Larry, a master of potions, as your teacher, and your future will be bright."

"Can't be promoted to an official wizard?" Herage suppressed his inner restlessness and remained calm.

He was more concerned about why Bessie couldn't be promoted to an official wizard. It seemed normal now.

"In the war some time ago, my mental power suffered a heavy blow, and I will never be able to improve it again. If my mental power cannot be improved, naturally there is no possibility of being promoted to an official wizard." Bessie said in a depressed mood.

"Can't be improved? Has Mr. Larry seen it?" Herrag asked.

Bessie said: "Mr. Larry has seen it and tried to help me, but it didn't work."

Since Larry has no solution, it seems to be really difficult to solve.

Herague didn't know how to comfort her, because for a third-class wizard apprentice, she had lost all hope of being promoted to a formal wizard at such a young age. You can imagine how desperate she felt.

The lifespan of a third-class wizard apprentice is a little longer than that of an ordinary person, but a formal wizard has a lifespan of at least three hundred years.

Just one step away, a completely different life.

There was silence in the room, except for the small crackling sounds of the firewood in the fireplace and the breathing of the two people.

After a long silence, Bessie suddenly leaned against Herage, hugged Herage tightly and said, "Herage, let's live together."

"Huh?" Herage said in surprise.

Bessie looked at Herrag and said, "Aren't you willing? Am I not pretty enough or my figure is not good enough? If you think something is wrong, I can learn some beauty spells..."

Herage interrupted directly: "Wait, wait, you are very beautiful and have a good figure. I am just confused, why?"

He is only a third-class wizard apprentice. Even if he is promoted to a formal wizard, it will be difficult to solve Bessie's problems.

There is a slight possibility with Deep Blue, but this is a problem that even Larry can't solve.

If he took action to solve it, it would be too abnormal.

Deep Blue is his biggest secret and most important trump card. It is impossible to leak any information.

"I want to find someone to support me," Bessie said directly.

"Backer? Even if I can be promoted to an official wizard, I have no background and can't help you." Herage shook his head.

Bessie continued: "No, I know my own conditions very well. Apart from my appearance, there is nothing about me that can attract those powerful formal wizards, or wizards with strong backgrounds. In the world of wizards, beauty is not worth mentioning. "

"But you have great potential and talent. I am very optimistic about your future. If I are with you, I will definitely try my best to help you go further. My talent is 82, and our talents are not bad. Birth Their descendants must also have good qualifications, and we can build a pure-blood wizard family ourselves."

Bessie is very self-aware and knows that wizards with backgrounds look down on her. Even if you accept yourself, you will probably treat it as a plaything and throw it away when you get tired of playing with it.

After much thought, she felt that Herage was the most suitable candidate.

He has talent and potential, and as a teacher, Larry has no background, so he is simply the perfect candidate.

Herague didn't expect Bessie to think so far ahead. Judging from her words, she might have been thinking about it for a long time.

But he has no interest in establishing a pure-blood wizard family. In his opinion, no matter how many outstanding descendants there are, they are not as practical as being strong.

In any case, as long as you have enough strength, you don't need to rely on any external objects or the power of others.

Herage shook his head and said, "I'm sorry."

Bessie's beautiful eyes immediately became misty, and she said in a trembling voice: "Why..."

Herage couldn't tell him that he didn't plan to stay in Moonlight Grove. He could only say: "All my energy is now preparing to be promoted to an official wizard. I will consider these things you mentioned later."

He planned to tell Bessie after he was promoted to an official wizard.

Of course, he could also sleep with Bessie for a period of time in vain, and then get promoted and say that he doesn't plan to stay in Moonlight Grove.

But it would be too shameful to do so, Bessie was an acquaintance if not a friend.

In the world of wizards, friends are very precious, and so are acquaintances.

Bessie was already in such a miserable condition that Herrag didn't want to push her down any more.

It can't help much, and it won't add insult to injury.