Chapter 315 Interim

Lance stood in front of the cabinet, looked at the dazzling instruments in front of him, and couldn't help but be interested. He casually picked up a cylindrical thing with a narrow front and a wide handle. Looking back and forth, I was puzzled by watching it carefully. It seemed that I had seen that there was no such magic device. I was about to ask Stan about the function of this strange shape, but I found that there was a red circle-like thing at the handshake. I couldn't help but sigh.

With his movements, a shiny object instantly popped up from the head of the cylindrical object and hit the second brother Burton not far away, which shocked the other party. At the same time, it also scared Lance. Fortunately, after this bright spot hit Burton, it did not cause any damage, and it even failed to lift it. The fluctuation of the corner of the square coat only spread into a large light mass on Burton's body, and then slowly disappeared.

Stan turned his swivel chair, looked at his two younger brothers with a smile, put his hands on the bench between his legs, and said, "Haha, don't be nervous. Those are all magic devices that are not lethal. I usually have nothing to do. Some gadgets I do are useless now, just put them there. You can explore and play by yourself. It's quite interesting, but the craftsmanship is not mature, hahaha.

Lance hooked his cheek with his index finger awkwardly. Obviously, he was a little embarrassed by the movement caused by his ignorance and said, "Brother, go ahead. My second brother and I are here to have a casual look."

At this time, Stan had turned back and waved his hand with his back to Lance, signaling not to care. Then he went to the door of the laboratory, opened a dark magic device, and said something to it. After a while, there was a knock on the door. Here came a young man dressed as a magic apprentice. He stood at the door with three cups of hot juice. However, Stan was not a strange magician. On the contrary, he was very friendly and gentle. He smiled and thanked the little magic apprentice, took over the drink he was holding, and praised and encouraged him by the way. By the time the other party left, he had relaxed a lot, and a happy and expective smile appeared on his face. .

Looking at Stan who closed the door and came with juice, Lance sighed slightly in his heart that his eldest brother was really excellent in all aspects. Whether it was practice, research or life, no wonder he was pleasing. Before he finished thinking about it, Burton, who was standing beside him, suddenly said unhappily and said, "Brother, the other party is just a magic apprentice. Why are you so polite to everyone? If you don't know, people think you are an unknown little character!"

Stan was stunned, and then said with a smile, "I'm not a famous person in the first place. Ha ha, Burton, Lance, you sit down and drink something. I'll check the information." Then he couldn't help holding the plate with one hand, picked up a glass of juice and stuffed it into Burton's hand to let him say more, then handed the other cup to Lance, and then walked into the study with a cup.

Looking at the back of the eldest brother, Burton was very speechless. Knowing that the other party could not hear his opinion at all, he couldn't help but be a little bored. He had to pour a big sip of drink into his mouth, and then "Puff!" Nearly half of it spewed out, and it was obviously scalded.

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Stan rubbed his messy hair and carefully searched for those dusty magic books through the thick lenses on the bridge of his nose. Unlike most magicians, Stan Rosier's practice room is mostly books of magic potions and materials, as well as a large number of ancient magic books, which are different from the practice spell books that most magicians are full of now.

And Lance's eldest brother is not only different in the books he reads, but also the direction of his magic practice is different from most people. The inheritance of magic can be traced back to the ancient era. I don't know how many years ago, during which countless magical geniuses and powers have emerged. They have made great contributions to various fields of magic. It is also because of this that the collection of so many magicians and so many years of inheritance have brought the collection within the Magician Guild to an extremely horrible level. Up to now, most mages have a consensus that there are so many things that it is impossible to finish learning them in their lives...

For this reason, mages generally choose one or two fields for research. Some people with high cultivation talent naturally choose the most powerful way of practice. Some may not have enough talent, but those who are born with a strong ability to distinguish various herbal plants will choose to study magic pharmacy; there are also many mages who will choose to learn the way of array; and some people are interested in the study of magic equipment. Wait...

But in a word, if you want to achieve something on the path of magic, you can't choose too many fields to study at the same time, which is the consensus of most mages so far. But Stan Rosier is an alien. His practice has never fallen, but he has been studying profound magic potions. At the same time, from the portable transmission magic array he developed successfully, the array he drew and the magic equipment he studied are also first-class. It can be said that Lance's eldest brother is indeed an aus among mage. What he has learned is boundless, but he still has reached the realm of a high-level magician. It can be imagined that if he can put all his thoughts on practice, he must be a rare genius.

It was also because he knew that his eldest brother had been erudite that Lance ignored his second brother's objection and wanted to tell him about it. At this moment, looking at Stan rubbing his messy hair and squinting at the book, Lance couldn't help laughing and hurting. Although Burton is not good at expressing his feelings, he can't help but be moved to see his eldest brother busy for himself. I don't know what he thought of. He didn't say much. He just lowered his head in silence.

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"The imprint of ancient magic..." Stan opened an old book again and couldn't help but light up, knowing that he might gain something from this book. He began to look carefully. However, the brightness in his eyes gradually faded, because he couldn't find the mark on his brother's forehead from the beginning to the end.

"It shouldn't be. I remember seeing the 666 logo in such an ancient rune book last time. Why can't I find it?" Stan muttered a few words in distress, stuffed the book back to the bookshelf, and prepared to start looking for the next one. At this moment, a calm and unglare wall behind him suddenly made a bird-like sound, and then a bright light lit up and slowly converged into a huge face.

Stan was shocked by the movement behind him and almost fell from the standing chair. His hand swayed randomly with the shaking of his body, throwing a book to the ground, and then before he was about to fall to the ground, he finally had a 'floating technique' and stabilized it. Body shape.

The magic face lit up on the wall looked at the young man who almost fell to the ground, and then smiled and said, "Stan, what are you busy with? I was so involved that I was scared by the magic light array I set up.

Stan fell from the chair, rushed his head down, and his feet were facing the sky. Fortunately, he performed a life-saving technique in time, otherwise even if he didn't lose his head and blood, it would be at least a slight concussion. He pinched the seal between his hands, and his horizontal body slowly floated up, adjusted his figure, and then landed steadily. He touched his head, scratched his head with some embarrassment to his bare face, and said, "Your Excellency, it turned out to be you. I'm sorry. I was just looking through ancient books and didn't notice the magic behind me. What can I do for you?"

"Well, there is indeed something wrong. There is a technical problem in the construction of the large-scale transmission magic array in the south. You need to be responsible for it. It's not too late. You'd better leave immediately." The face is straight.

"Yes, I'll leave right away." Stan said respectfully. In the magician guild, ordinary mages can coexist equally, but this relationship is only compared with those ordinary mages, such as those responsible for the development of those large-scale magic equipment projects, and large-scale magic pharmacy experiments, which need to be joined by people to strictly obey the order of the organization, and at this moment, this full It's the bare face of the beard, which is Stan Rosier's immediate superior. Naturally, he will not shirk the slightest at this moment. After receiving his reply, the bare face didn't say much, just nodded and disappeared.

Lance and Burton were waiting in the lobby outside. Both of them are strong men in a high-level state, and naturally they will not be unaware of the movement in the room. They got up and walked to the door, just to meet the eldest brother Stan who walked out.

"Brother, what happened?" Lance asked.

"The two brothers are really sorry. The organization needs me to go to the south of the empire. At this moment, my return was originally a small vacation, but the task has not been completed yet. Now I have no choice but to rush back first. Second brother, I couldn't find your magic mark, but it doesn't matter. It won't take long for me to go south this time. I'll continue to inquire for you when I come back. You can control it first and don't practice that spell again.

"Well, I know, brother, don't worry." Burton nodded.

"Well, what about you do, brother? Your father should come home in a few days. If you meet him, the marks in your body may not be hidden from him." Stan frowned and said.

Thinking that my father learned that Burton used this method to quickly improve his strength, the three people couldn't help shivering at the same time...