Journey of the Legendary Wizard

Maureen held a tube of green potion that kept glowing with blue bubbles in his hand.

He narrowed his eyes, watching constantly.

Circles of green halos are constantly emitting from the glass test tube, dispersing toward the surroundings, making the surroundings slightly glow with green light, which looks mysterious and strange.

"Karmas potion, one of the important combinations of my recovery potion, takes it with the dark blue potion and the purple sea potion every day, and then smears the Hyros ointment..." Maureen's eyes were constantly glowing with icy blue microbes. Light, groups of data flashed quickly on the light curtain in front of his eyes, which seemed extraordinarily bizarre.

Maureen is analyzing his therapeutic agent.

Regarding his injury, Mo Lin seemed very attentive. After he settled down, he used the chip and compared his own conditions, so that he could find the most suitable one in a very short period of time. A potion that restores his wounds.

Of course, at the level of Maureen, taking one medicine alone is definitely not enough, and it takes a combination of multiple medicines to be effective.

"It's been seven days since the last time I took the medicine of Karmas. The medicine refined this time is just right. As long as I finish taking the medicine here, I will be able to recover completely." Maureen put down the medicine in his hand. , thinking silently in my heart.

Not only did he sigh.

It has been nearly two months since he opened a pharmacy shop and settled in the small town of Hull. During this time, he finally saw hope of a complete recovery from his injuries.

In the past two months, although Maureen seemed calm, in his daily life, he was constantly performing subtle manipulations of the flame power in his body, performing precise control. Time, he gained a little.

"Mr. Maureen, the potion in your hand..." Thorne wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the potion that kept glowing green, and wanted to say something.

Snapped!

A stone on the ground suddenly flew up and hit Thorne's chest.

"Continue to practice swordsmanship, don't be lazy." Mo Lin's flat voice sounded.

"Okay... okay, Mr. Maureen."

Thorne quickly withdrew his gaze. He covered his chest and grinned for a while, obviously in pain, but Thorne didn't mean to complain at all. He looked at Maureen with gratitude.

Because Maureen was training him as a knight.

Thorne understands that this is his way of mastering extraordinary powers, it is a new beginning, a new world opens up in front of him, and in a sense, his life is completely different from before. .

Although Morin had special eyes on him and had to endure the pain of flesh and blood many times, Thorne really didn't have the slightest resentment towards Morin, only deep gratitude.

"Morlin, Mr. Morin..."

Thorne felt a little sad when he thought of his identity, then he gritted his teeth, clenched the long sword in his hand, and practiced harder.

Maureen put the glass test tube with a green halo in his hand into his wide sleeve.

He looked ahead, looking at Thorne who was practicing swordsmanship, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

To be honest, Maureen came to teach Thorne partly because he was bored and wanted something to adjust. He taught very little. He only got an interesting knight breathing method and a book. It was only knightly swordsmanship, but Thorne was serious, which surprised Maureen a little.

At this time, footsteps came from the store, and someone walked in.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Maureen?" When Thorne was about to greet him, the visitor came to the backyard of the store by himself.

It was a Tuso aristocratic young man, in his early twenties, with a faint smile on his face and a personable demeanor, and after this Tuso aristocratic young man, followed by some robust and heavy-breathing Tushou people, They looked like they were guarding the noble young man.

Maureen was still lying on the chair, his eyes looked over, but he didn't speak.

"I'm Melda, Melda Candice, one of the thirteen clans of the Tusso people, Candice." Melda was alive, with her hands folded on her chest, and walked towards Maureen The etiquette of a Tusso.

Maureen still didn't speak.

Just looking at this Melda.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, picked up a witchcraft book, and flipped through it.

"Thorn, there are uninvited guests, invite them out." Maureen's voice came. If you go directly into the backyard, there is no other way, so you have to let them go, but with Thorne there, he doesn't need to do it himself.

Thorne?

Melda was taken aback.

He looked over and saw Thorne who was holding a cross sword in his hand, standing in the same place, with a bewildered face.

"I noticed something was wrong with Thorne recently, but I didn't expect him to be so destined to learn extraordinary powers from a distinguished sorcerer." Melda smiled and said with a very gentle look, "However, my dear Wizard, are you willing to teach me, don't worry, I can definitely give you a generous reward to your satisfaction."

"You are a wizard, so noble, why waste time on a little servant like Thorne."

Melda said, looked at Thorne next to him, and said, "Sonne, go back to the mansion, our courtyard hasn't been cleaned yet, remember, sweep it a few more times, don't get a little dust, got it Is it?" Melda's words were bland, but there was an air of arrogance in it.

Yes, Thorne is a servant of their family.

Although Thorne is more free, can come out to do some things, and is more free, but this cannot change Thorne's original identity.

He was just an inconspicuous one among the thousands of servants of the Candice family.

"I...I...Mr. Maureen, I..." Thorne's hand holding the cross sword kept clenching, and then loosening, sweat kept oozing from his forehead, and he was very nervous. Very apprehensive look.

Thorne never imagined that one day he would face such a predicament.

How to do?

What should I do?

Thorne was in a panic.

Melda couldn't help frowning when Thorne didn't move. He seemed to want to say something, and at this moment, Maureen gently flipped the witchcraft book in his hand.

Hearing Maureen flipping through the witchcraft book, Thorne's heart trembled suddenly.

He seemed to suddenly have an indescribable great courage, clenched the cross sword in his hand, and stood opposite Melda.

"Thorn, you actually..." Melda's face sank.

Obviously he didn't expect Thorne to dare to stop him, as did the other guards, and their eyes became very strange when they looked at Thorne.

"Master Melda..." Thorne took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry."

"Please get out of here."

Melda's face suddenly turned blue.

He sneered and said, "Thorn, you dare to stop me, I'm really curious, how dare you!"

Melda told the other guards not to interfere, then he drew his cross and charged towards Thorne.

He thought it would be easy to deal with Thorne, but Melda was wrong. Thorne studied with Maureen for two months and was already a little better than him.

After a fierce fight, Melda lost.

Thorne slowly withdrew the sword from Melda's neck, backed away, and remained silent.

"let's go!"

Melda wiped a handful of blood on his neck lightly. He glanced at Maureen, and after taking a deep look at Thorne, he snorted coldly and left with many Tusso guards.

Thorne looked at Mo Lin, who was sitting quietly in the chair and reading the books on witchcraft, as if he didn't care about everything, and then cleaned up on his own.

But in his heart, Thorne sighed, knowing that things wouldn't end like this.

Sure enough, a few days later, the Candice family issued the salary of the slaves, and Thorne just got the money and walked out of the door, and was surrounded by a few stout people.

Those guys dragged Thorne to a dark place, beat him hard, and then robbed him of all his money.

"Thorn, you wait, Master Melda said, the days are still to come."

A big bald man grabbed Thorne's hair and whispered in Thorne's ear.

He slammed Thorne's head on the ground hard, then stepped on Thorne's feet a few times, and spit a few thick phlegm on Thorne's body before leaving with the people.

Thorne staggered up from the ground.

He had already anticipated what had happened, and was not surprised or surprised.

Thorne was happy, though.

Because those people didn't find the money he hid in secret.

Thorne dragged his scarred body to a shop, bought some things, and then went under a big tree and waited quietly.

His face was a little red, and he felt uneasy, even more uneasy than when facing Melda.

After a while, a beautiful girl ran over.

She was dressed as a maid, and she was also a servant.

"Thorn!"

The girl looked at Thorne and exclaimed.

"Hina." Thorne smiled, his face seemed to be glowing, and said, "I bought you a pigeon bun that you like the most, you can eat it."

With that said, Thorne stretched out his hand.

In his hand, there was a bun that he carefully wrapped with a white handkerchief.

At this time, Thorne's hand, Thorne's whole body, all formed a sharp contrast with that steamed bun.

"Thorn!"

Tears appeared in Hina's eyes. At this time, she thought of some things she had heard in the mansion before. She couldn't control it and cried all of a sudden.

She threw herself into Thorne's arms, hugged Thorne, her shoulders kept shrugging, and she burst into tears.