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 "He meant, the ally of the mentor." Burris put the drink on the small table. He didn't intend to bring the drink to Black Pine himself.
 "Oh..." The elf continued to look at Lott, "Look at what you look like... Are you a warlock?"
 Lott was a little surprised. Before opening the door, Burris expected that Black Pine would ask. Why did Burris guess so accurately? "Well, I am a warlock." He replied happily. Over the elf's shoulder, he saw Burris staring at him sadly.
 "Sure enough, it's a warlock..." Kuromatsu floated back to the hall, seemingly not interested in Lott at all, "Tsk, the instructor is too soft-hearted, and any strange person must help. What vampire, half orc ...And sorcerers. Little mage, what is this sorcerer doing here?"
 Burris replied: "I can't speculate about the mentor's intentions."
 Hei Song took a few sips of the drink, took out a few notes and a small bag and put them on the table: "Let’s say business. I want to give these things to the tutor, but he is not here, so you can keep it for him. Come on. Little mage, remember, these things are very important, you must not break them. The book records some magic theories I recently discovered in my adventures. There are three precious ambers in the bag, and the amber is bound by the spearhead. Island’s trident scorpion, this is an extremely rare magic medium..."
 That scorpion was particularly ugly, and it was already dead, even if it was alive, it was useless. This kind of amber looks interesting, but it has no magic value... Burris nodded seriously on the surface, silently saddened by the apprentice's insight.
 Hei Song went on to say: "Unfortunately, my instructor is not here, I'm really out of luck. Why not, right now, there should be vacancies in the mage tower? I stay here and wait for the instructor to come back. Since I can't go up to the upper floors, the guest rooms on the first floor are fine."
 "I'm afraid it won't work," Burris said. "The instructor has warned that no one can stay in the tower, including other apprentices, except the warlock and me."
 Hey Pine floated around in a chair impatiently: "You're just a new little mage. You don't know the complicated relationship between Teacher Burris and me. Go and help me clean up the room!"
 "Really not." Burris sullen. What is the complicated relationship between your kid and me? Isn't it just asking me to cry if I'm wronged, or asking me if I don't have money? You are not as mature as Esti, who is more than two hundred years old, and it is complicated enough to think about you.
 Burris approached the small round table while slandering, and took the drink that had been drunk by the black pine. At this time, Black Pine finally noticed the carnelian ring-it is always worn on Burris's hand, almost representing the Belgian, if Burris hands the ring to another person, then this person will also get it. The dominance of the golem and the semi-incorporeal servants in the tower means that he is almost the second master of the mage tower.
 Hei Song thought for a while, and asked, "Little Mage, who are you... from Instructor Burris?"
 "It's just an apprentice."
 "You manage this tower and have the power to handle many things for your tutor?"
 "The mentor did allow me to make some less important decisions."
 Black Pine smiled: "Then I won't wait for the tutor, I'll tell you first. This time I come back, mainly... I want to report to my tutor about my recent achievements, and then consult him for future research. Suggestion. Arcane is like a deep sky, knowledge is endless, but the abilities of ordinary life are limited by practical factors. Some things seem easy to do, but when you go all out, you will always have some intentions. Unexpected reasons and encounter obstacles... such as the huge expenditure in exploring, such as the large amount of investment required before obtaining results..."
 Here comes, finally I ask for money. Burris immediately answered: "Speaking of this, the instructor did leave something for you. I haven't had time to submit it."
 "What is it?" Hei Song was so excited that even his accent temporarily changed back to Sago Northwestern.
 Burris handed the prepared gold coins and magic gems into the hands of the elf. Judging from his facial expression, Hei Song was overjoyed for "getting money if he didn't see the tutor", but he was a little bit regretful about the amount.
 "Thank you mentor for me," the elf nodded to the "young mage", picked up his things and sat back on the bone chair, "Thank you too, little mage, thank you very much for your hospitality. It's a shame not to see the mentor, but It’s a worthwhile trip to know a friend like you. Okay, I still have something to do, so I won’t stay in the tower."
 Burris also owed the elf, opened the latch for him, and watched him float out of the tower.
 I always feel a little strange... Burris wore this ring mainly to shock Hei Song and make himself look like "a person who is very important to the archmage." His goal was indeed achieved, but Hei Song's attitude was not normal... …
 Under normal circumstances, Hei Song always has to stay a little longer after he gets the money. If there are young apprentices present, he will take a long time before Shannan Haibei brags himself... But today he is anxious to leave, and there are still things in the corners of his eyebrows. Look like.
 Just as Burris was about to close the door, the drifting black pine couldn't help but look back: "Little mage...you...you really look like your tutor. Don't worry, I will protect the reputation of the tutor."
 what? For a moment, Burris's bone chair had disappeared from his vision. The mage sighed and closed the door, and when he turned around, Lott appeared silently behind him.
 "Burris, you're done." Lott relied on his size, squinting at Burris condescendingly, with very deliberate pity in his eyes.
 "What?" The wizard looked blank.
 "You're not guaranteed for the night," Lott said. "Didn't you find out? Your acting skills are a bit too much, so that the elf misunderstood you..."
 "What misunderstanding? He didn't recognize me at all."
 Lott shook his head: "Did you not understand the meaning of his last sentence? Even I understood. He thought you were your son!"
 This is too absurd! Burris said: "I have never been married, and I have never had a girlfriend, even if I had a dewy marriage... My son shouldn't have been around 20! Otherwise, could it be that I was in my 60s... …"
 "That's why it's not guaranteed for the evening festival."
 "No, I'm more like my grandson," Burris himself felt strange, "at least the age is more appropriate..."
 "But, if you are your grandson, why should you hide your apprenticeship? What shame about the old mage taking a grandson? No matter how the grandson came, no matter what your son or daughter experienced, your body There is nothing to be ashamed of being a grandfather. You are not a nobleman. Accepting the illegitimate child of your children can only show that you are kind and loving, and no one will laugh at you. For a wealthy and powerful person like you, only an illegitimate child like you is worthy of old age. "Apprentice" to disguise, so that no one will laugh at you for being scornful."
 Burris thought for a while and found that Lott made sense. "Perhaps you are right... I'm not guaranteed for the night," he lifted his forehead to the lifting plate, "Hei Song will definitely tell others... and as far as I know, there are two halflings among his adventure buddies... …"
 Lott followed up: "This is also good. Anyway, you have to find a way to explain the appearance. It's better to use the trick, and you will be your son."
 "Then what did the original me do?"
 "Slowly think about it again. You are in your eighties, and in a few years you can pretend to be dead and live as a son."
 The floating dish rose slowly, carrying the two back to the study. "Master Lot, I think it's amazing," Burris said. "You have been confined to a different plane. You can only come back for seven days every 100 years. Why are you so familiar with human relationships and sophistication?"
 Lott paused after hearing this question. Burris noticed a subtle atmosphere and quickly added: "Sorry, my lord, maybe my question makes you unpleasant. I just said it casually. It's really a bit abrupt... This is not a question, you don't need to answer me. ."
 "It's okay," Lott waved his hand and followed him into the study. "This question reminds me of a lot of regrets, but I am willing to answer you. Seriously, I have been waiting for you to ask me this and that. But you just don’t ask, you are almost suffocating me."
 Since you want to say so, can't you take the initiative to talk to me? Burris resisted this sentence and sat down at the desk.
 Lott sat down on the single sofa in front of his desk, and went on to say: “When people get rid of their predicament and are in a safe and happy environment, they all want to confide. The content of the confession may be very brief, or it may be added. It changes with people's personalities... But in short, everyone needs to talk. Many people will say with a painful face, "No, no, I don't want to talk"... Do you think he really doesn't want to talk? Then you are wrong. He just hasn’t found the most comfortable opportunity to confide in. Deep down in his heart, he feels that confiding in his sorrow and digging into the past is a sign of weakness and shame, so he doesn’t want to dig by himself. It’s best to let others take the initiative to dig...also Not everyone can dig. It must be someone who makes him feel good. It is best for this person to be caring for him and to be kind, and then he can follow the other person’s thinking and start talking about himself. This way he will not appear weak Now, he can deduce, “It’s all you asked me to say, and I haven’t told anyone.” After the conversation, the intimacy of both parties in the conversation will be greatly enhanced, and the listener can get a sense of redeeming others. And the talker will be very happy. He not only releases the pressure, but also gains the listener's further trust by slightly exposing his weakness..."
 Burris looked at Lott dumbfounded. For the first time, he saw someone debunk themselves so mercilessly, shaking the motives behind the conversation before starting the conversation.
 Lott looked up at the ceiling for a while, then looked at Burris suddenly: "So, you just started asking me, right?"
 "Well, yes..." Burris started to embarrass him.
 "Your question is, I can be free for seven days every 100 years, so how can I understand all aspects of the world? In fact, you can understand after thinking about it. You have lived for more than 80 years, and the first ten years are basically It's a state of ignorance, and how many 100 years have I experienced? How many seven days? I can't calculate it. Even if I only add those seven days, I have experienced quite a long time."
 "Indeed," Burris responded, "I realized it after I said it."
 "Actually, I don't really understand the so-called'humanity and worldliness'," Lott continued. "The'seven days' time and time again are like dramas to me. I stand far away and look at the stage. , Through those "drama" to understand the world... Some things I can know a little bit without personal experience, but only the fur. I can understand what is hatred, what is love, what is sorrow, what is happiness, I can describe the snow mountain I also know the outline of the island and the appearance of wars and conspiracies. I can even make up a story of enmity and enmity myself... But I have not really experienced them. I know a lot about this world, but I have experienced very little. , It is both familiar and unfamiliar to me."
 Burris discovered an interesting thing from these words: "You mentioned drama. So, have you ever watched a real stage performance?"
 "Yes, in a certain'seven days' long ago."
 "What kind of drama is that?"
 "I can't remember the content, I just remember that the actors are very ugly. In fact, I have read a lot of books, all of which were found and brought back in seven days time and time again. It's a pity that they were corrupted too quickly in another world. After a few decades, it will be rotten to pieces at the touch of a touch, and it is impossible to store it."
 "How do you read?"
 "Does this question insult my IQ?"
 Burris smiled apologetically: "No, I didn't mean that. I mean... After seeing you for the first time that year, I have been collecting and sorting out various documents that mentioned you. As far as I know, you are right Many types of arcane spells are immune, but they are completely immune to divine spells. Not only that, you can also understand all languages ​​in the world... This is a natural understanding, and you don't need to deliberately learn certain types of words."
 Lott nodded fiercely, and Burris vaguely read a deep sense of satisfaction from his eyes. "Yes," Lott deliberately changed into Elvish language and said, "Actually, I don't know how many languages ​​and scripts exist in the world, but as long as I come into contact with a certain civilization, I can directly understand their language."
 "Your elvish language is amazing." Burris picked up the quill and recorded the main points of the conversation on the note spread out in front of him. "Modern elvish language, supplemented by ancient elvish voice, is the most respected elves now. Accent. Can you be more specific about magic immunity?"
 "Magic immunity? Have you talked about the part you are most interested in?" Lot asked.
 "Not the most interested..."
 "Then what are you most interested in?"
 "This... I don't know it for a while. Let's talk about magic immunity first, okay?"
 "Not good." Lott started to digress again, "I can talk about magic immunity, but I am particularly curious about which aspect of me you are most interested in. Say it!"
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 A long time ago he made a promise on the ice field where death and snow were intertwined.
 Years later, Necromancer Burris worked very hard to finally break the curse of the ancient gods and let the imprisoned Skeleton King leave the Marsh of the Dead and return to the human world.
 As a token of gratitude for fulfilling the promise, the mage not only regained his youth but accidentally gained something else –
 A love story with a higher undead demigod, an infernal being?
 Yes.
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 One of the Nine Supremes on the Continent, the youngest Dan, was reborn as a junior in the ordinary family, Mo Qingyun.
 From then on, Mo Qingyun’s name, like a comet, instantly rose on the heavenly soul continent, surpassing the geniuses of large families and denominations.
 To respect life, pretend to beat his face to eat a tiger, kill a debao to make a beautiful woman, the same blood, different road to rise.
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 The young man gained the ability to travel through the world. He never expected that he fell directly into the township of Jiesao and embarked on a journey to conquer the endless world. 
 This article is succinct, can open up, and has no abusers (not without brains, and don’t use Aotianliu as the standard for not abusers). 
 Touhou Gensokyo prequel, Strike the Blood series, Akame ga Kill!, Campione!, Type Moon world, High School DxD, A Certain Magical Index, The Irregular at Magic High School…
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 On this land of real souls, with millions of different martial art institutions, there are so many strong fighters just like the trees in the forests.
 Among all, a mediocre apprentice from one of the mediocre institutions suddenly became a martial art genius after a mysterious incident. Not only did he acquire a photographic memory and keen perception, but he had also come to discover that his ability to comprehend martial arts is astronomically good, which eventually made him an almost godly existence.
 From the hot-blooded intense battles to the clashes between the top geniuses, Martial Arts is no longer limited to the mortal world, it reaches to a level that can do everything from controlling the oceans to flying up the sky and diving under the ground.
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 When the heaven and earth first opened, a great divine wind began to refine stones to nourish the heavens, leaving the Heavenly Cauldron in the mortal world. After hundreds of thousands of years, Fang Bai had no intention of obtaining the Heavenly Refining Cauldron. He was ambushed by his fellow brothers, blessed by the Heavenly Refining Cauldron, and reincarnated.
 In this lifetime, Fang Bai had unraveled the secrets of the Heavenly Refining Cauldron and continued onward, discovering the cruelest secret in the world!
 And to see how Fang Bai would go against the heavens!
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 Lin Qiao remembers nothing from the past five years since the post-apocalyptic era began. She wakes up only to find herself having become a newborn, superpowered zombie, in a body that used to belong to an evil and notorious woman!
 Having kidnapped a girl and raped her father, the previous host met her demise at the very hands of the conspiracies she courted all her life, leaving Lin Qiao no choice but to deal with the consequences while trying to figure out her own past and the fate of her loved ones.
 As for the little girl’s father, can’t he just have a decent fight? He’s a human being, but why is he biting a zombie? She’s the zombie! She’s the one who’s supposed to bite!
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 [Warning: A group of zombies and dogs are being tracked behind the host, which is being tracked based on breath, with a fatality rate of 65%]
 [Warning: The search found that the black demon is approaching fast, an adult male, abnormally dangerous, with a fatality rate of 99%]
 Jing’an shuddered.
 [Re: The host moves six steps to the left, and can hide in the cave after opening the camouflage turf, the survival rate is 100%]
 Whoops, this is fine.
 [Hint: the tears of a mermaid, the venomous sac of a sea snake, the black blood of an evil spirit. A medicine mixed with three materials can evolve the host’s mutation pathway]
 Seeing the bubble of purple soup in front of him, Jing’an looked embarrassed.
 Is there no other way?
 [Hint: The host can add a spoonful of white sugar to increase the taste]
 “Wow!”
 (Do you drink it or not? Give it to me if you don’t! I have to evolve too!)
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 It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
 —— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》
 I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.
 In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.
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 He is the resident cover of “Witcher Weekly”.
 He is an eternal figure in the Daily Prophet.
 He is the absolute leader of the pure-blood wizard.
 He is the only wizard in history who has made Dumbledore helpless.
 He is also the only strongest mage in the world who makes Voldemort helpless!
 He is Yunye-an old professional driver.
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 “The Heavenly Dragon Dao Sect is one of the eight supreme sects of the Jiu Yaoxing. This seat is even the Heavenly Dragon Dao Sect Daozi. You have offended this seat. As long as this seat gives an order, the sword fairy is like a cloud…” 
 “boom!” 
 Qin Linye hit Jiu Yaoxing across the air. 
 The power contained in fist strength penetrates the atmosphere, like a dense star with a diameter of tens of kilometers hitting the ground at a speed of more than 1,000 kilometers per second. 
 The earth melted and the star core shattered. 
 The waves swept by flames and magma continued to spread in all directions at supersonic speeds. The mountains, rivers, and forests on the surface of the earth’s crust were completely stripped off, and the dust and rocks thrown up by the impact flew directly into the atmosphere, and in the next moment… 
 Click. 
 The destructive force penetrated the stars, swept across the starry sky, and disappeared into the endless depths. 
 The planet shattered and exploded! 
 Smash! 
 Like a firework shining in the sea of stars. 
 “What did you just say, where is the sword fairy under the cloud? I don’t seem to hear clearly.” 
 Qin Linye raised his fist and looked at the Daozi of Heavenly Dragon Dao Sect.
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 Introduction:
 Wano Country, New Tokyo.
 The original soul of Higashino came here and wanted to live a quiet life without being disturbed, but the “Crime Handbook” appeared in his mind by chance. If you catch criminals and bring them to justice, you can get attribute points and random rewards.
 What? Can’t do it?
 According to the prisoner’s crime star rating, he can enjoy the free distribution of temporary attribute points (Buff) when he is arrested.
 The criminals are getting worse and worse!
 My Buff gets stronger!
 Mysterious fruit of ability, powerful sword type of technique, and various abilities of different sequences and levels, all turned into magical rewards on the [Guild Handbook]…
 Metropolitan Police Department: These extrajudicial lunatics are simply insane, vicious, and full of evil…! ! !
 Higashinohara:
 I mean…
 Is there anything worse? !
 …
 Here is the protagonist’s self-introduction:
 My name is Higashinohara, a 16-year-old high school student, unmarried, and I live in the “Academy City” New Tokyo Detective Agency in Ogawa Town, Edogawa District. The police arrested lawbreakers, and they could only go home after eight o’clock in the evening.
 When I got home, I would do a handstand exercise for an hour, and taste different brands of canned coffee before going to bed, just to reminisce about some of the subtle differences, just like reminiscing about the criminals who fell in my hands.
 Going to bed at eleven o’clock.
 Everyone says that my work and rest are very regular and healthy.
 But it’s a shame to say,
 In my mind lately,
 Seems like something weird happened…
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 After he bought some Dragon Balls online for 30 dollars, and after made a wish, he actually found himself in the Dragon Ball World! 
 However, his fate was to become the most tragic brother of a Hero in history: Raditz! 
 Who said that Raditz cannot surpass everyone? One who already has the hair of a Super-Saiyan III should have nothing to fear!
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 I have become a god of light, and have since started to recruit believers, develop the kingdom of God, rule the king and dominate, and do whatever I want.
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