Morin put down the witchcraft book in his hand and looked ahead, somewhat puzzled.
"No... no, Mr. Morin, there is no such thing." Thorne was shocked and hurriedly explained.
But the look on his face betrayed him completely.
"I...I just think I should try harder."
Thorne scratched the back of his head and spoke a little sheepishly.
"After all, I have a great mystic like Mr. Morin to teach me. I must redouble my efforts and work really hard. Otherwise, how can I be worthy of your teachings, Mr. Morin?" Thorne added, explaining continuously.
That's right, Thorne was very excited.
He met Hina, the person he loved the most and whom he had been thinking about day and night. And because of the beating, Hina had tears in her eyes. She finally did not hide her feelings and said that she liked Thorne as well.
This almost made Thorne go to heaven.
Being beaten and having all the money robbed were just trivial matters. Thorne was even grateful to Melda for sending someone to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, he didn't know how long he would have to wait to hear the voice of his beloved girl.
So, Thorne has decided that he must work harder and practice hard under Mr. Morin, so that he can become a free man in the future, have some fields, a wooden house, marry Hina, and have a few children.
As for Master Melda and the like, he and Hina just need to stay away from them. Noble people like Master Melda and the like should not take small people like them seriously.
It should be like this.
This kind of life is simply the best in the world.
Thorne thought about it and couldn't help grinning.
"Thorne, you said you wanted to work harder?" Morin glanced at Thorne.
"Yes, Mr. Morin, I will definitely..."
Thorne was stunned and wanted to say something.
"Well, then double the amount of slashes you do today, to 50,000 times." Morin said, leaving Thorne speechless.
Fifty thousand times...
Chop fifty thousand times...
Thorne felt his sore and painful arm and couldn't help but gasp.
How terrifying! How terrifying!
But he still entered the practice with great enthusiasm.
Mo Lin looked at the scene in front of him, smiled, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.
He hadn't expected that Thorne would become so positive and sunny, as if he had taken stimulants.
At this time, Morin frowned.
He put down the book and walked into the pharmacy.
At this moment, someone walked in.
It was a woman, a very beautiful woman. She was wearing a long robe. Her body was covered by the robe, so you couldn't see it, but you could vaguely feel the fatal temptation. The sleeves of the robe were very short, revealing her forearms. There were a few bells hanging on her left forearm, which made crisp sounds from time to time as she walked, which sounded particularly beautiful.
Even people sink into it without realizing it.
However, the reason for asking Morin to come is very simple, because this girl and the old woman behind her are both wizards.
Two third-level wizards.
"I didn't expect to meet a wizard here." Morin, dressed in a black robe, stood quietly and said, "Welcome."
"I was surprised, too."
The girl smiled, showing a unique style, and said: "I am Selina, and I am very happy to come to your pharmacy."
"I'm Maureen."
The corner of Maureen's mouth twitched.
Then, Maureen started talking to Selena. Selena asked some questions and Maureen answered them carefully. Of course, they talked about medicine and tacitly did not talk about other things.
After Selina selected some common and special potions in the pharmacy, she turned and left.
Maureen stood there, watching Selina leave, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Although Selina didn't do anything or show anything different, Maureen felt an indescribable strange feeling from her.
This is something that has never been felt in other wizards and warlocks.
Very strange and very unique.
"Mr. Morin, you..."
Thorne looked at Morin who was standing quietly, a little surprised. He walked over and asked hesitantly.
"It's okay." Morin retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelids, and said, "Thorne, you continue practicing."
"By the way, if you interrupt midway, add 5,000 times."
“…Okay, okay.”
The expression on Thorne's face froze, and he revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.
…
On the other side, Selina was walking on the road with the old woman behind her.
They walked out of the town of Hull and were walking in the suburbs.
Selina turned around and looked at the town of Hull looming behind her, and she couldn't help but frowned.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" The old woman couldn't help but ask when she saw this.
"Nothing, just a little weird."
Selina let out a breath.
"Miss, you have been under a lot of pressure since your family sent you here. I guess you have been affected by this pressure." The old woman smiled and comforted Selina.
"Well, I think so."
Selina smiled, agreeing with the old woman.
"However, this is actually the family's recognition of me and a test for me. After all, the Tusuo king is about to appear, and the Tusuo people, who have been silent for a thousand years, are about to revive again. This is our chance." Selina suddenly smiled, and her face seemed to be radiating brilliance at this moment. She said, "Neither I nor the family can miss this opportunity."
"Family, and my own improvement."
"Miss, I believe you can do very well." The old woman comforted her again.
Selina smiled and talked to the old woman.
But she was thinking of something else.
Their family is ancient and mysterious. They have always existed according to the will of the legendary goddess of the Styx, and have used this to display various unique abilities.
To ordinary wizards, they are gods.
Originally, Selena only cared about this matter, but she was confident. However, under an inexplicable guidance, she came to Morin's pharmacy, bought some medicine, and had some communication with Morin.
Maureen...
That wizard...
The pharmacist...
Selina had a strange feeling in her heart.
"Fate, fate." Selina exhaled softly, she knelt on the ground, pretending to pray, and said: "Goddess, I only hope for your guidance..."
"Fate..."