"Can you teach me magic?" Delimore finally said his ultimate goal.

"Do you want to learn magic?"

"Yes."

"There are three ways to learn magic. One is organization. If you join a certain organization, the other is family inheritance, and the other is teacher-student inheritance. If you are willing to admit that I am your teacher, I can teach you magic." Navots Singerth said.

"Yes, teacher." Dalimore said.

"In the company, I am your employee, and outside the company, you are my student." Navotz Singerth said.

"No problem." Delimore nodded: "Since that's the case, we might as well be friends, and we don't need to respect ourselves whether we are in or outside the company."

"It's good, at least it won't be awkward."

"Can you teach me a magic first?" asked Delimore.

"We go to a place where there is no one, you won't have to study here."

The two found a park, and Nawatts Cindis said: "The witches in my system are not strong in combat power. Our most powerful magic is exploration."

"Explore? What's the use of this magic?"

"For example, if I close my eyes, I can sense everyone's movements within a hundred meters around me, even a fly or a bug. Of course, if an enemy approaches, I can also know first."

Dalimore's eyes lit up: "I want to learn this magic."

"You can't learn it yet. This is advanced magic. I will teach you the most basic magic first and perceive danger."

Nawatts Cindith paused and said, "This magic allows you to tell whether the other party is in danger. Of course, what you perceive is not real danger. It is like looking at a gun and you will not be dangerous if the gun is not aimed at you. What you perceive is whether the other party can cause harm to you, not whether it will cause harm to you."

"I see."

Nawatts Cindy began to explain this magic.

After all, Dalimore has no foundation, so it is still quite troublesome to enlighten her.

In more than an hour, Delimore only learned some basic knowledge.

“It’s time for me to go to work.”

"Don't go to work, teach me this magic first."

"Okay, you're the boss."

"Did you forget our agreement? Call me Dalimore, or Limore."

"Okay, Limo," Nawatts Cindis continued: "You need to be able to drive your magic first..."

It was another three hours, Nawatts Cindis pointed at a person ahead: "Did you see the man in front? Try to use perception."

Dalimore tried to use very impure perception.

"He...I felt his face look a little green."

"Well, green means there is no threat. If the color turns red, then you should pay attention that the other party may pose a threat to you."

"You're wrong. He's a man and must be better physically than me. How could I feel that it's not threatening?"

"It's not wrong, he has a serious illness... and he wants to jump from here... he wants to commit suicide."

At this moment, the man tried to climb up the railing, but after trying several times, he didn't climb up.

Dai Limore was stunned for a moment, and it turned out to be very weak.

The railing next to them is less than one meter four in height, but this man can't even climb over it.

You must know that even you can do it.

“Will perception magic go wrong?”

"Sensory magic is the only magic that will not make mistakes... No, there is a possibility that people who are very, very strong than you may make mistakes. There are also some psychics who know how to hide their magic power, so your perception is also invalid for them."

Dalimore tried to use magic on Nawatts Cindeth, and Dalimore saw that Nawatts Cindeth had a red air on his body.

"When will I learn new magic?"

"You use perceptual magic first to use it on a thousand people."

“Practice?”

"Yes." Nawatts Cindith nodded: "Your magic is still too weak now. You can only learn new magic by constantly consuming magic and then allowing magic to grow and have enough magic."

...

Boom--

Chen Zhao is being attacked by a missile warhead.

After so many times of practice, the warhead has been used almost all.

Chen Zhao was a little sorry, after all, he felt that his body had indeed improved a lot.

However, because of the limited number of arms, Chen Zhao could not use this training method endlessly.

After finishing this explosive training method, Chen Zhao left the River Tu.

Denver called Chen Zhao: "Mr. Chen, are you at home?"

"I'm here, is there anything?"

"The first batch of beer has been tried. I'll send some to you. Come and try it to see if the formula ratio needs to be modified."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

Not long after, a small truck drove over.

Denver personally delivered this batch of beer.

Chen Zhao took out a bottle of beer and blew it, and the beer was blown away directly.

A refreshing smell rises from the stomach and feeds back into the brain.

The unique bitterness of beer suddenly dissipates after the alcohol smell rises, and is replaced by a faint sweetness.

“Is this brewed from the water from Lake Mirror?”

"Yes." Denver nodded.

When brewing wheat beer, you need to add a small amount of water to ferment the wheat.

Chen Zhao was very satisfied with the taste: "Better than I thought, what do you think?"

"I don't want to drink other beers anymore." Denver is also in a good mood.

After all, the taste of beer determines their development plan.

"Is there anything else? I'll take it to some of my friends to taste it." Chen Zhao said.

"Then I'll pull twenty more boxes, is it enough?" Denver asked.

"Enough." Chen Zhao nodded.

After leaving Denver, Chen Zhao first put away the first batch of beer that he had pulled over.

Fali likes to drink beer very much, because she hasn't drunk for a long time because she is pregnant.

If the beer they produced at home is out now, she would probably be unable to help it.

In addition, Xiao Gelin dares to put anything into her mouth.

If the beer is placed in the dark, Xiao Gelin will never let it go.

Chen Zhao didn't want his daughter to become a drunkard.

"Fari, I'll go out for a while."

When Fali saw Chen Zhao put away the beer, she knew what Chen Zhao was thinking: "Leave me two cans of beer."

"Fali." Chen Zhao looked at Fali.

"I haven't drunk beer for more than seven months. Now that we have produced our own beer, can't we taste it?"

"One can, no more." ()
Chapter completed!