An invincible journey starting from a different race

"I'm slowing down the team's search progress," Kent said. "If I hadn't come, and a professor who wanted to capture Aesop had come instead, would your escape have been so easy? That's why I have to come here myself, to personally oversee it, and to do everything I can to delay the search, just so you can get further away. Aesop, you should understand my teacher's good intentions."

Before Aesop could say anything, Bruce spoke again: "You keep talking nonsense here, where is the evidence?"

"Haha, do you think I don't have evidence?" Kent sneered twice, pulled out a whole stack of business cards from his pocket, and threw them on the table. "Look, these are the nightmare shops I visited after joining the search team! There are nearly a hundred of them!"

Bruce was stunned: "What the hell does this mean?"

"That means I'm slowing down the search team's progress! I deliberately disguised myself as lustful, deliberately immersed myself in the gentle embrace of Naizi... oh no, the land of nightmares, and tried every means to get everyone to go shopping with me in the nightmare shop, wasn't it just to make you run further away?" Kent said bitterly, "And yet you still doubt me! And you speculate about me with the greatest malice! You completely fail to see my sacrifice. Hey, look at me, I'm almost an old man, long past the age of lusting after nightmares. But there's no other way. For the sake of my good disciple, I can only bite the bullet and fight those beautiful women... uh, I mean wolves and tigers. I have to fight those wolf-like nightmares again and again, even my waist is about to break, the sun is green in my eyes, and you can't see my sacrifice!"

Kent gave a speech, then tried hard to make faces, and finally squeezed out two tears from his eyes.

"But so what?" Kent put his hands behind his back and looked up at the moon. "As long as my disciple can live a good life, it doesn't matter if I have to endure some hardships as a teacher."

Everyone: "..."

After listening to Kent's words, they all looked at Aesop at the same time.

Although Aesop's personality is quite different from Kent's, they inexplicably feel that "Aesop's current personality is closely related to the guy in front of them."

Kent posed for a long time and tried to hold back his tears, but he found that Aesop had no intention of speaking at all and was obviously not moved by him.

Since she wasn't moved by him, she must still be secretly thinking about how to send him away.

But he can't leave. If he goes back to the academy, he will be killed by Abel. If he doesn't go back to the academy, he will be killed by his former enemies.

Not to mention his previous enemies, didn't he make a new enemy this time?

That guy named Amat, no matter his background or strength, is not someone that is easy to mess with.

Moreover, the little misunderstanding between him and that guy didn't seem particularly easy to resolve. After all, Kent really couldn't figure out how to tell that guy, "Hey, I didn't mean to do that that day, I just couldn't help myself." If he said that, his life would probably come to an end here.

In other words, at this moment, he had offended both Deya College and the church.

This is very rare in history. After all, if you offend one person, you are not far from death. If you offend two people... it seems that you can only choose your grave in advance.

So at this time Kent must not leave Aesop and must hold Aesop's thighs tightly.

If there is anyone in this world who can save his life from the dual pursuit of Deya College and the Church, it is only Aesop.

After thinking about it, Kent sighed softly, knowing that he would have to bleed.

"Ahem, Aesop, I didn't come to see you empty-handed this time." Kent turned around and looked at Aesop, raised a finger and said, "I can bring a gift."

"Gift?"

"Yes." Kent nodded and said, "Master still has a lot of forbidden magic that he hasn't taught you yet."

"Forbidden magic?" Aesop was a little surprised. "Is there any forbidden magic that I don't know?"

"Haha, I can hear distrust in your words!" Kent sneered. "Aesop, I know you're already quite remarkable, but I must tell you that in this world, magic is limitless. There are always people better than you, and there are always things better than you! Even this old man doesn't know a lot of the magic I know."

A forbidden magic that even Abel doesn't know?

Several people looked at each other, wondering if this old pervert could be so powerful.

But after all, he is a professor at the Deya Magic Academy. He can't be the professor without some skills, right?

Thinking of this, everyone's opinion of Kent became more positive.

When Aesop was still puzzled: "Then why couldn't you teach me when you were in the academy?"

"I've already told you, this is forbidden magic. Before I entered Deya Academy, I was also engaged in forbidden work." Kent looked at Aesop and said, "Only the old man knows it, but he won't let me teach you."

Is this the forbidden magic that even arcanists are not allowed to teach?

Now everyone became serious.

Aesop also said seriously: "Teacher, what did you do in the past?"

"Oh, you're finally willing to call me teacher?"

Kent raised his head slightly, staring at the night sky, and then with a hint of reminiscence, he spoke softly and in a very proud tone.

"Sexual Tattoo Master!"

Seal of Four Hundred and One Hundred Silver

"To be honest, before I was... ahem, I enrolled at Deya College, I actually had a proper job." Kent coughed twice and continued, "I wouldn't say I was a bit famous, but I was definitely well-known. My craftsmanship, if not number one or number two on the continent, is at least... no, number two. In this field, I've never met anyone with better skills than me."

Seeing Kent showing off his past very proudly, the people around him couldn't help but look at each other.

Before, seeing Kent so confident and so heroic, I thought he could say something very extraordinary about his identity.

The result is this... well, from a certain perspective, it is indeed quite remarkable, at least no one expected it.

Damn, what kind of talents are coming out of Deya College?

The senior who graduated first became a nightmare, the senior who graduated later became a dealer, and then Aesop was even more amazing, he became a full-time bodyguard!

They originally thought that this was the limit.

Wow, the teacher in the school used to be a silver streak artist.

"Why do you all have those expressions?" Kent felt a little unhappy when he saw the others looking at him with extremely strange eyes. "What's wrong? Don't you believe in my previous achievements in this area? It seems like it's time to show you something!"

As Kent spoke, he pulled down his hood and lifted up his long hair, letting everyone look at his forehead.

Then everyone saw that in the center of his forehead, just above his eyebrows, there was a small black square, which contained a magical aura.

"What is this?" Aesop asked.

"Hehe, this is called the Seal of the Hundred Patterns," Kent said proudly. "Only those who have mastered hundreds of silver patterns can have this mark tattooed on their brows. And this isn't just a simple decoration. If anything goes wrong, all it takes is a light press of the hand."

Kent demonstrated it, and soon, the small square spread across his face like a spider web, forming a...

"You're carving silver lines on your head!" Stank was shocked.

"What's wrong? Look at you, you're so ignorant." Kent said with some disdain. "Haven't you heard this saying? 'A silver mark tattooed on the head, applause to the customs man', that's how it was used to describe me. And who says the silver mark must be tattooed on the lower body? As long as the magic power is there, it will work anywhere. And mine isn't just any silver mark, it's the Seal of Hundred Marks, an incredible silver mark."

Aren’t they still silver streaks?

Several people no longer wanted to argue with Kent. They subconsciously pulled their seats back, wanting to stay away from this guy with silver lines engraved on his head, so as not to be infected by his stupid aura.

"Ah, you guys are really ignorant." Kent tapped his forehead again with his finger, retracting the spreading Hundred Silver Seal. "How many nightmares have wanted to see my Hundred Silver Seal, but never had the chance. Now I'm letting you see it for free, but you don't know how to cherish it. So, do you guys really understand the Silver Mark?"

"I'm quite familiar with the Silver Mark." Jer said with a strange expression, "But I've never seen this thing tattooed on the forehead."

Kent was too lazy to argue with Stank and the others. He wasn't here to show off to them, so he focused his attention directly on Aesop. Then, he raised his eyebrows and asked Aesop, "How about it, my good disciple, do you want to learn this skill of yours?"

Aesop was not very concerned about whether it was normal to have a silver pattern on the head, because the silver pattern was a kind of rune after all. It didn't matter where the rune was. Just like Kent said, as long as it was effective, what did it matter whether it was beautiful or not?

This is also the view of the vast majority of academic magicians... Oh, he himself was also taught by Kent, so it is not surprising that he has similar views.

Rather than being beautiful, Aesop was more concerned with: "What good is it?"

"As expected of my disciple, you know what to focus on. You're different from those guys around you." Kent looked at Aesop with admiration, his expression just like when they were still in the academy, when Kent praised Aesop for unlocking some magical secret. "My Hundred Silver Seal isn't just for looks. As I said earlier, this mark can only be obtained by someone who has mastered hundreds of silver patterns. It's more like a recording magic, recording all the silver patterns I've developed in this mark. Once I want to use it, I can activate it and then directly cover my body with the corresponding silver pattern to cope with different occasions."

Hmm... one-click activation?

If that's the case, then it's quite useful.

Things like the Silver Mark are still very popular in this world, but mainly among nightmares.

Nightmares can use various silver patterns to obtain various needs, such as becoming more delicate, more flexible, better... ahem, or having stronger combat power, greater endurance, and more ways to enjoy battle.

The same goes for bodyguards. Although the Silver Mark is more commonly used by nightmares, it is not exclusive to nightmares. Bodyguards can also use it to improve their combat effectiveness.

But what can I say? After all, nightmares are professionals and can get permanent tattoos directly, but escorts can't.

After all, most escorts were also adventurers, and it was normal for adventurers to get bruised and battered during battle. So no adventurer would want to be bruised and battered, with their clothes torn and the silver lines on their body exposed to others, as that would be complete social destruction.

Although you can also use tattoo stickers, they are magic props and each one is not cheap. If you just want to have fun, the price is still too high.

This is the main reason why the Silver Mark is not popular among the escorts.

If it is really as Kent said, and hundreds of silver patterns can be condensed on the forehead, that would be a very good idea.

only……

"Is this what you want to teach Aesop?" Jer asked. "The Silver Mark itself isn't a taboo, right? As long as you buy a book about the Silver Mark, you can also master hundreds of Silver Marks. Aesop is a magician himself. As long as he wants, he can use it whenever he wants. There's no need to make this specifically, right?"

"No, no, no, the taboos I'm talking about aren't my Hundred Silver Seals," Kent said, shaking his finger. "I'm referring to the silver patterns recorded within them. Those are the key. I developed them independently, and they don't exist anywhere else. For example, the Tornado Offensive."

"Tornado Offensive?" Aesop was curious. "What is that?"

"When you're fighting and you stab the sword into the nightmare's body... it can spin like a tornado!"

Everyone: "?"

402 Tornadoes Destroy Nightmare Town

Dragon, tornado?!

Hearing this description, everyone was shocked again, even more shocked than when Kent said he was a Silver Marker.

Because silver streak master is an existing profession, and there are quite a few people engaged in this profession. Basically, everyone has seen and dealt with it, and knows what kind of profession it is.

And a tornado... that's something I've never even heard of.

I don’t even know how to imagine it.

Even these experienced bodyguards had never heard of it, and could not even imagine its existence. The shocking degree of this was self-evident.

"Haha, now you know how powerful I am, right?" Kent folded his hands proudly, seeing that these guys were finally willing to take him seriously. "I've always said it before, in this field, I'm number one, and no one dares to claim second place. Take this Tornado Attack, for example. Have you ever heard of it? But not only do I know how to use it, I can use three!"

"Three, three kinds?" Gan Qiu couldn't help asking, "Which three?"

"They are Passive Tornado, Active Tornado," Kent said, raising his finger, "and Extreme Tornado."

Everyone looked at each other.

Just hearing this term, I really can't think of it.

"What exactly is it like?" Stank asked. "Can you explain it in simpler terms?"

"Tsk, I've explained it so clearly, yet you still don't understand. Being ignorant and incompetent is truly terrifying." Kent spread his hands and said, "It's exactly what it says. The passive tornado means when you're in battle... the nightmare will come!"

"Active Tornado, that's when you're fighting...you spin it yourself!"

"Extreme Tornado, the sword moves, but the person doesn't!"

Everyone: "..."

Originally, everyone was a little annoyed that Kent called them uneducated. After all, you just said a strange term, how could they possibly imagine what it was?

But soon, they felt that they were indeed somewhat uneducated.

Because even if Kent described it in detail, they still couldn't imagine what the scene was like.

Or rather, I don’t even dare to think about it!

"Is that a real fighting stance?" Stank finally couldn't help it. He slammed the table and stood up, cursing at Kent, "That's complete bullshit!"

Kent glanced at Stank with disdain and said, "Look at how ignorant you are. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you don't have it? The Way of Tatakai is like magic, it's endless."

"But you're too limitless, you don't even have boundaries!" Stank asked, "Are you really from the same planet as us?"

Kent was about to retort when Jer raised his hand to stop him. Then, with a strange look on his face, he said, "Let's put aside the question of who is actually responsible for the active and passive tornadoes. Let's just assume that they can indeed be turned. But what does an extreme tornado mean? What does it mean when the sword turns but the person doesn't?... How can one achieve this?"

Seeing Jer ask this, Kent did not answer immediately, but looked around and then took a rag from another table.

"Here." Kent twisted the rag into a twist. "That's it."

Then, as soon as he let go, the rag returned to its original shape.

It was clearly just an ordinary scene, but after everyone added some imagination... in an instant, everyone's expressions became terrified.

"You're a fucking devil!"

"Don't talk nonsense. How can a demon be so scary?"

"Even the demons here would just exclaim, 'You're fucking human!'"

Looking at the shocked and horrified expressions of the crowd, Kent was still smug: "So, have you learned something new?"

"Learn something new... What the hell! Can that thing really be twisted into a pretzel?" Stank felt a pain in a certain part of his body just by thinking about it.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

"Why not? Of course it can, that's why I collected it into my Hundred Silver Seal." Kent waved his hand and said, "But this thing is indeed a bit difficult, that's why it's called the Extreme Tornado. The more extreme the suppression, the stronger the wind will be in the end. It's like a Tata opening, the early preparations are for that momentary explosion. Do you understand the value of suffering first and then sweetness?"

"Who knows about this kind of thing?"

Seeing that no one understood him, Kent said helplessly, "So, you guys are short-sighted... unlike my good disciples. I think my disciples can definitely understand me, right, Aesop? After leaving the academy, you have been challenging your own limits. It seems that we are indeed master and disciple."