Master Changsheng

Chapter 99, Section 097: I think I saw your dad! [Please subscribe 55 times]

With a fifth-tier [Assassin] professional as a guardian, Ankai did not give up the idea of ​​killing Wayne.

In his mind, only the dead are truly safe.

It wasn't until Wayne mentioned that he had analyzed [Wind Blade] to the first level, second tier, meaning that [Lv2] could also be learned.

Ankai confirmed that this guy had really broadened his horizons...

He temporarily abandoned his plan to kill Wayne, intending instead to see how Wayne became an apprentice.

If he could ensure that the fifth-tier [Assassin] truly considered him his protector, and that Wayne himself genuinely wanted to become his disciple, Ankai decided to let Wayne go this time.

This kind of talent is extremely important to him.

If you can analyze wind blades today, will you be able to analyze other spells tomorrow?

What if we give him enough time?

An Kai smiled…

His expression remained unchanged, and he spoke in a cold voice:

"Take me as your master? Why should I believe you, or that guy!"

Holding his ice skates, An Kai remained vigilant.

Upon hearing this, Wayne looked at Malken and said softly, "Help me get that out."

Malken was taken aback: "Your Highness... please reconsider!"

"I've thought it through. I see hope in my teacher to become a scholar. If I miss this opportunity, there will be no hope left."

When Wayne mentioned the Scholar class, Malken was speechless.

Like the wanderer, the scholar is a profession ordained by heaven and earth, without a fixed ritual of inheritance.

If the "wanderer" represents a purely good person, then the "scholar" represents a purely scholarly researcher.

Scholars have no restrictions on their research directions. Today they may be researching high-level spells, and tomorrow they may be researching what it feels like to eat meat.

It is this erudition that makes every scholar's profession as precious as a national treasure.

Because of the characteristic of the profession of "scholars," whenever they study a topic, they will inevitably come to a conclusion.

It is this characteristic that enables their research findings to often alter the course of a country's development.

Just like Wayne is now researching how to break down high-level spells so that even novice mages can use them.

If the research is successful, it will be another way for novice mages to enhance their strength.

And this is still before Wayne has entered the [Scholar] profession. If he had successfully entered, Wayne might have been able to research second-tier, third-tier, or even higher-tier spells, analyzing them to the point that even novice mages could use them.

At that time, it is no exaggeration to say that all mages in the world will experience a significant increase in power as a result of this research.

It was only after Wayne mentioned "scholar" that Ankai suddenly understood why this guy wanted to become his apprentice, and why he kept asking what kind of magic formed his ice blades...

Recalling the introduction to the "scholar" from his previous life, and judging from Wayne's condition, Ankai understood.

This guy is going through the final step of becoming a "scholar".

Wayne, on the other hand, chose the research direction of analyzing spells and breaking through level restrictions, in order to successfully advance to the rank of [Scholar].

From that moment on, An Kai no longer harbored any murderous intent towards Wayne.

If he keeps such a valuable talent under his control, he will have an inexhaustible supply of magic and various research and inventions.

If it were sold, how much money would it fetch!

"Malken, give it to me."

Controlled by Ankai's ice blades, Wayne spoke with unwavering resolve. Unable to dissuade him, Malken finally sighed and tossed a gleaming gold scroll toward Ankai.

【Contract Scroll: Lv0】

Quality: None

[Note: Once a contract is signed, it cannot be broken. Breaking it will result in divine punishment from the God of Contracts!]

The system information of the reel appeared before An Kai's eyes.

He hadn't expected Wayne to have this.

He had used the "Contract Scroll" in his previous life as well.

That time, it was during an encounter with an NPC that the NPC took it out.

Under the watchful eye of the God of Contracts, the two signed a contract to cooperate within the confines of their adventure.

Unexpectedly, the rewards from the adventure were too generous, and the NPC suddenly changed his mind and attacked An Kai. However, before An Kai could be hit, the NPC was annihilated by an unknown wave.

So when the [Contract Scroll] appeared, Ankai was completely relieved.

He loosened his grip on the ice blade slightly, and Wayne signed the apprenticeship agreement and the contract for Malken to become Ankai's guardian on the [Contract Scroll].

Wayne signed his name, and Malken also signed it with a sigh, before finally handing it to Ankai.

I checked it three times to confirm that the agreement was correct.

Ankai signed his name.

As he signed, the scroll transformed into three streams of light, rushing into the bodies of the three of them.

This means the contract has been established…

An Kai chuckled to himself as he sensed his surroundings.

The [Contract Scroll] was erased by the system after entering his body.

In other words, of the three, he can renege on the contract and do something that violates it…

The other two, however, were bound by contracts and unable to break their promises…

Originally, there was some awkwardness because of signing the contract, but now it's all gone.

With the contract signed, Ankai sheathed his ice blade, a smile spreading across his face. He patted Wayne's head and said gently, "My disciple, we've become friends through a fight!"

The speed of the change in expression made Malken, who was observing from the side, twitch at the corner of his mouth. He had finally witnessed what a true desert man was like...

Wayne chuckled awkwardly; he didn't know how to respond tactfully to these kinds of social interactions.

Instead, he asked directly, "Master, what kind of magic condensed your ice blades?"

An Kai put his hands behind his back and turned away.

He raised his head and spoke softly, "Freeze spell."

"Tier 1, Level 1 Freezing Technique?!"

"A support spell... Freeze?!"

Once the answer was revealed, Wayne, a guy who never expressed much emotion, suddenly spoke in shock…

Seeing Wayne's shock, Ankai had a sudden thought and displayed the three-dimensional three-meter defense of the [Freeze Spell]!

"Wayne, how's my [Freeze] spell?"

Gazing at the strange sight before him, Wayne's eyes shone brightly. His previous decision to become an apprentice was a gamble, but at this moment…

Wayne began to feel lucky about his apprenticeship!

"Armor spell, fireball spell, freeze spell..."

Wayne muttered to himself, he had a feeling that the profession of "Scholar" was really not far away from him!

"I'll give you your first task: analyze the Wind Blade technique so that even an apprentice mage can use it. Then, submit your answers to me. I need to develop a growth path for you based on your talents."

As Ankai finished speaking, Malken, who had been silent all along, suddenly had a feeling that the previously tyrannical desert barbarian had become a radiant "god"...

"Master! Don't worry! I will definitely finish it!"

...

Five days later.

At the outer city entrance of Chaos City.

Hanks and Widow Wang disguised themselves briefly and set up their stall again.

It's not that the two of them are short of money.

Rather, it was because after Hanks spoke last time, Widow Wang lived each day as if it were her last.

He pulled Hanks along to reminisce about his past life.

And so, today it's my turn to set up a stall at the outer entrance of Chaos City...

As the weather grew hotter, Widow Wang could no longer sit still. She stood up and inadvertently glanced towards the direction outside the city.

Her expression suddenly froze, and she squinted, looking at it carefully again and again…

"Hanks, I think I saw your dad?"

Hanks, who was busy at work, was startled and looked up in the direction of Widow Wang...

There were two people, plus a large black rat.

The one walking at the very front was the father that Widow Wang had mentioned.

Squinting, struggling to make out the person's face, Hanks suddenly stood up: "Damn it! Why is that scoundrel back?!"

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