The first-level mage, Leas van Asquith, has a great surname.

Asquith is his surname and is also a family name that inherits glory and glory. The monosyllable transliteration of "Fan" is amazing, which means that his ancestors had a legendary wizard who condensed the "real name".

Yes, a single syllable name embellishment is a kind of glory, usually the "real name" prefix of the legendary wizard, and may also be taken from the first letter or pronunciation of the real name. In the main plane, if a person's name has a letter or transliteration of the single syllable in his name, appropriate expression of respect should help you gain their friendship.

Of course, unless you run into a liar.

At this time, Lord Leas van Asquith was preparing a brand new potion in his magic lab.

The pollen of the Magic Kuai Flower is precious and rare. At this time, under the heating of the alcohol lamp, it melts into a black violet viscous liquid in the crystal test tube. On the other side, the carefully prepared solution has boiled in a gurgling manner. Slightly gray smoke condenses above the tongs and does not dissipate, constantly stretching and changing the body.

Leas took out a piece of the zombie's cerebellum from the storage subspace bag on the test bench, and carefully shaking the test tube, while adding the shriveled cerebellum into the solution of the tongs pan.

Immediately, a sharp scream made the apprentice standing beside him pale. The sound was like a stunning stinging the spiritual defense of the two. Leas was as stable as Mount Tai, and the apprentice could only resist patience. When the mental impact disappeared, the apprentice's robe was soaked in sweat.

The cerebellum has completely melted, and the fragments of the soul contained in it have turned into a dark mist and vaporized. The gray smoke condensed above the tongs pot was stained black and quickly changed into a phantom of a wailing skull...

When the potion was adjusted to the most critical moment, Leas began to chant, and the magic power surged from his feet into the magic circle on the ground. With a slight "buzz~~" sound, the wide and smooth test bench as bright as ivory was lit up.

Various protections and blessing magic circles began to operate. Leas kept spells in his mouth, from low to high, from calm to roaring like a storm. When the chanting of the spell came to the most intense point, he poured the solution in his hand into the tongs without hesitation...

"Boom~~", the expanded air mass swept out, but was firmly compressed within the range of the tongs pan under the constraints of the protective array. A whirlpool that is accessible to the naked eye appeared in the tongs pan. The expanded air mass, the phantom of the skull floating above the tongs pan, was sucked in.

The magical inspiration flashed, and all the visions disappeared, and only a shallow layer of blue potion was lying quietly on the bottom of the tongspot.

Leas's body trembled and shook at this moment, and the apprentice hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Teacher, it's successful. You are such a genius. The second-level treasure level magic potion was successful at one time. I think even the Great Sage of Venus cannot do this at this level during your period..."

The apprentice's praise makes people hear the deliberate traces of charm, and the tone and expression are sincere. Leas broke free from the apprentice's support, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Master Henry, as the only heir to the Baron, you don't have to do such a servant."

The apprentice's expression was very hurt, a little frightened, and with a strong admiration and yearning. "Dear mentor, the true meaning of magic is the meaning of my life, and the title is just a tool to move forward on the road of magic..."

"Okay~~" Leas was not interested in listening to these. He didn't know how many times the similar conversations had been conducted. He never cared about it. The reason why he had always been fond of this noble boy who was studious and pious was that his talent was too poor. Of course, this evaluation was judging by the identity of a quasi-magistrate. In fact, it was found that the talent of casting was already one in a million.

"So…our militia, prisoner, Mr. Figo, are you interested in answering a few questions from me?"

Leas looked at the brunette boy who was confined in the center of the magic circle in front of the test bench. He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face, slender and thin body, wearing a sack-like one-piece robe, tied with a hemp rope on his waist, and under his feet... Well, without shoes, the layer of calluses and a thick layer of dirt were the key to helping him walk barefoot.

His eyes were closed, looking unconscious, and he did not respond to Leas's words. However, although during the experiment, Leas also saw from beginning to end how he "revitalized" from a statue into a flesh and blood body. Moreover, with the wise spiritual perception of the mage, can't even tell the difference between a lifeless stone and a living person?

Seeing that the boy did not cooperate, the mage sighed, snapped his fingers gently with his right hand, and an electric snake appeared in the magic circle surrounding the boy's body, and a sniffed and hit the boy's body.

"Ah~~~" Wu Chen was stimulated by the strong current and even his hair exploded. The huge pain and muscle twitching made him unable to hold on at all. He wanted to fall, but was imprisoned by the magic circle so that he could not even move a finger.

"So...our militia, prisoner, Mr. Figo, are you interested in answering a few questions from me?"

The mage's expression, taste, and tone did not change at all. His words looked gentle and polite, but his condescending contempt and indifference were deeply contained in his body language.

Wu Chen was shocked and frightened. He didn't understand what was going on. Where was this place? What did the wizard want to do to him? When the pain was slightly weakened, he did not dare to neglect him anymore. He quickly shouted: "What do you...what do you want?"

"What a foolish and ignorant pariah..."

The apprentice scolded the mage angrily behind the mage, but the mage didn't care at all and immediately asked: "Tell me where you are from, I mean your soul!"

"This, this..." The biggest secret was exposed so easily. Wu Chen was speechless, and in desperation, the lies he made up were completely useless.

The mage waited patiently and looked at Wu Chen's face change lightly, but the apprentice was very angry with the lowly person. He not only lacked awe of his nobleman, but also obviously neglected the noble and powerful mentor. This damn pig trick should be stolen!

"How, have you figured it out? Are you from the abyss or purgatory? Please believe that disguise is meaningless to me..."

Is Leas van Asquith really as calm as the first-level mage?
Chapter completed!