Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 12: If you don't use your brain, you'll be a knight for life.

The wizard apprentice in charge of Vic's side was a girl named Amiya Vergara.

She is about the same age as Vic.

She had long, slightly wavy black hair, as smooth as silk.

Her features are small but exquisite.

Wheat-colored skin is very healthy.

She always speaks with a smile, which makes her very approachable.

"That's all the specifics. Just follow me around, and I'll protect your safety."

After saying that.

Amiya smiled at everyone and turned to walk towards the entrance of the underground cave in the mine.

Because of this smile.

A young knight standing next to Vic felt a surge of goodwill towards him, which was evident from his slightly absent-minded expression.

He seemed to take that statement seriously.

The middle-aged knight standing on his other side also noticed the man's expression, snorted coldly, but said nothing.

They owe each other nothing.

What do I care about whether I live or die?

Vic has seen countless people.

Although the young apprentice named Amiya Vergara always appeared very approachable, the look in her eyes didn't lie.

indifferent.

Some parts are even cruel.

On the way, Vic noticed that the girl's tool bag was filled with all sorts of surgical instruments.

Unsurprisingly, this is something only wizards skilled in the realm of life and death would need.

Vic didn't study much in the field of life and death, and in his previous life he only dabbled in it, but these guys liked human body modification and the bloodline wizarding school.

There are very few sentimental people.

At least, in his memory, those powerful wizards who had encountered in the realm of life and death were more or less different from ordinary people in spirit.

This phenomenon is also the subject of specialized academic research in the field of life and death.

Because some of the knowledge lacks energy, Vic remembers it very clearly to this day.

Through years of human modification and bloodline alteration, their understanding of the world has gradually blurred the boundaries between life and death, between the human and the non-human, and between morality and immorality.

The cleanup of the kobolds went smoothly from there.

These low-level beasts were easily wiped out by the crowd's force, and were completely destroyed in a single day.

The next task is to rotate shifts daily.

Vic didn't stay idle; every time he went out on duty, he would smuggle some ore from the bare mines on the surface.

The other knights were doing the same thing, and nobody said anything.

The senior apprentice in charge was quite decisive; the very next day, he had two knights fill the three alchemical rings with secret fire silver ore.

Ordinary silver mines are of little value to wizards.

But the Secret Fire Silver Mine is different.

These silver ores, eroded by the "Secret Fire," possess excellent mystical properties and are in high demand among alchemists.

The primal and mysterious nature of "Secret Fire" originates from the four elements theory used by ancient wizards when they studied the world.

Fire, water, earth, wind.

The naming conventions for these naturally occurring minerals with mysterious properties have remained unchanged to this day, not because the minerals themselves possess flames.

If we analyze it using the theories of modern shamans.

These silver mines possess excellent mystical properties in the application of metaphysics, and when used to create alchemical tools or prosthetics, they do not cause any adverse reactions with alchemy.

Ten days later.

late at night.

The wind was strong around the mine, and the sand and dust howled and wailed incessantly, like the cries of ghosts.

The knight on duty with Vic was the same guy who had previously developed feelings for Amiya; his name was Jeff.

Perhaps it was the ten days they spent together that made him think he had gradually figured out the temperaments and backgrounds of the people around him.

no doubt.

All the knights who can work here are escort knights who were once wizard apprentices in the academy.

He once served a high-ranking noble family.

In nature, he is the same as the Knight Commander of the Baron's Domain, Aubert.

Of them, only Vic was a former trainee, but because he lacked talent, he was forced to work as a knight to earn a living.

and.

In Jeff's eyes, Vic's entire outfit of weapons and equipment exuded a poor and shabby vibe from head to toe.

Seeing that Vic remained silent.

He subconsciously assumed that Vic must be the kind of pathetic guy who liked to sulk alone, came from humble backgrounds, and was insecure and cowardly to the core.

and.

For some reason, he felt that Vic's expression made him very uncomfortable.

In a sense.

Both being knights, Jeff is far inferior to Luke, the Free Knight, in terms of observation skills.

I'm bored late at night now.

Jeff secretly observed Vic for a while, then decided to have some fun with him.

He toyed with the wooden stick in his hand, his laughter laced with sarcasm, and said, "I heard you used to be a trainee too? How come you're doing the same job as me now?"

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Oh, I see, it must be because I lack talent.

Tsk.

After saying that.

Jeff's right hand was already on the hilt of his sword, in case Vic got angry about it and tried to cause him trouble.

He will teach Vic a lesson with force.

Tell him how big the gap is between nobles and commoners.

It would be best to humiliate him a bit, so that he can find some fun in his boring work.

Vic merely glanced at him indifferently, then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, continuing to study.

But Vic's aloof attitude, as if he were talking to me, immediately threw Jeff off balance and made him increasingly unhappy.

This isn't the first or second time he's bullied newcomers like this.

I used to earn extra money by going out on missions.

If newcomers listen to him and satisfy his bullying mentality, he won't resort to violence, but those who oppose him never have a good ending.

Only he knows how many times he's done dirty tricks to kill his teammates.

The provocation failed.

Jeff became increasingly aggressive, standing up and walking up to Vic. He slapped Vic's face and threatened, "I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"

on the road.

For no apparent reason, someone dislikes you.

Vic had experienced the same thing too many times in his previous life. Even within the wizarding community, not everyone understood the unpredictability of human nature and the need to be kind to others like Sigurds and Luke.

Some descendants of powerful wizards, whose power and knowledge came too easily, inevitably develop the idea that they are number one and everything else in the universe is second.

Just as Jeff, all smiles, was about to reach out and slap Vic's cheek a second time.

Vic grabbed his wrist.

"Do you know why you've been a knight your whole life?"

Jeff tried to break free.

But Vic's hand was like an iron clamp, holding him firmly.

Jeff seemed to have been hit where it hurt by Vic's words.

He drew his longsword and held it to Vic's neck, his expression furious. "I'll tell you why right now, you fool!" he said.

Vic's expression remained as calm and unremarkable as ever. He continued, "If you don't use your brain, you'll be a knight your whole life, Mr. Jeff."

Vic finished speaking.

Jeff was horrified to discover that his clothes, his skin, and even his blood and bones began to spontaneously combust!

The excruciating pain is something that ordinary people simply cannot understand.

Viktor released his grip.

Jeff let out a heart-wrenching wail of pain and rushed out of the cabin like a madman, trying to find water to put out the fire, but all his efforts were in vain.

His flesh and bones, used as materials for casting spells, cannot reverse the effects of witchcraft.

The screams also attracted the attention of others.

Including the senior apprentice Brandy, everyone rushed out of the room without even changing their clothes, but could only watch helplessly as Jeff turned into a pile of charred remains in the flames and fell to the ground without making a sound.

Upon seeing this, the pupils of the three wizard apprentices shrank drastically.

Because this is not an ordinary flame.

It is the fire of witchcraft!

(End of this chapter)