Master Tongtian

Green Warbler Inn.

In the dim room, Rosen clearly felt Cyrus' hostility. Although he was puzzled, he did not dare to be careless at all.

He jumped out of bed in a hurry and asked cautiously: "Teacher, did I do something bad?"

Cyrus seemed to be immersed in some emotion, and Rosen's voice woke him up.

The cold light in his eyes quickly faded, but the coldness still lingered on his face, like ice edges floating in ice water, which was shocking.

"No, you did nothing wrong, you did very well, very well, far beyond my imagination!"

As he spoke, a trace of jealousy flashed in Cyrus's eyes that could not be concealed.

He didn't expect that a sheepherder who came out of a mountain den and had no foundation in magic would fall into deep meditation the first time he learned it.

It took him half a year to achieve this at Golden Dawn Academy, and even now, twenty years later, he can't guarantee that he can enter a deep state of meditation at any time.

When the mind is disturbed, even shallow meditation is difficult to achieve.

What he couldn't do, this little thing did it all at once. It was really annoying!

Jealousy gnawed at Cyrus's heart like a poisonous snake, making him extremely depressed.

Every time he glanced at Rosen, his annoyance increased. He almost wanted to give this guy a poisonous heart curse on the spot, causing his heart to burst and die.

But reason suppressed the impulse.

"Rosen, you have mastered quiet meditation perfectly. But if you want to further learn spell knowledge, you must earn more money."

"Yes, mentor."

Rosen's expression was as respectful as ever, but deep inside he felt chills.

In his previous life, he was still young, and his experience and vision were naturally far beyond that of a 14-year-old boy. He could see through Cyrus's thoughts at a glance.

‘Obviously he is already a low-level mage, but he is jealous of me, a beginner, and even almost kills me. This mind is simply smaller than the tip of a needle. ’

When dealing with such people, especially when you are still in an absolutely weak position, you must be very careful and do not stimulate the other person's self-esteem in the slightest.

He secretly thought: 'Then just stay humble. ’

On the other side, Cyrus naturally didn't know what Rosen was thinking, so he took out a book from his arms.

"Here you take this "Oil Painting Techniques", along with these paints and canvases. Study it carefully and master the oil painting techniques as soon as possible."

After saying that, seeing Rosen being silent, he suddenly felt unhappy: "Why don't you speak?"

"Teacher, I don't know how to read." The young man's voice sounded like a mosquito, his face turned red, and he seemed to feel very ashamed.

Cyrus frowned and patted his forehead: "Oh~ It's really impossible for a wild child like you who grew up in a mountain den to read."

His face showed half annoyance and half impatience. After pondering for a moment, he reluctantly said: "Well, I'll read this book to you. If you don't understand anything, just ask me, do you understand?"

Rosen was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, mentor."

It was already 7 o'clock at night, and the sky was already dark. Sellers lit the oil lamp on the table, laid "Oil Painting Techniques" flat on the table, and read sentence by sentence.

Rosen listened carefully and stared at the words on the page.

After reading a few sentences, Cyrus asked, "Can you understand?"

Rosen wanted to say he understood, but as he spoke, he remembered what happened before, so he shook his head blankly: "Teacher, I don't quite understand the word 'mix evenly' in the third sentence."

Cyrus cursed disdainfully: "What a fool!"

After he finished scolding him, he calmed down and explained carefully. After all, his future income is at stake.

For the next time, Sellers read and explained, while Rosen acted as a stupid kid and studied awkwardly. It was not until late at night that he finished reading the book "Oil Painting Techniques".

‘Hoo~~’

Cyrus let out a long sigh, with a look of exhaustion on his face: "That's it for today. I've told you all the introductory skills of oil painting. Starting from tomorrow, you can start practicing with real objects and strive to master this skill as soon as possible. "

"Yes, I remember."

Cyrus immediately lay down on the wooden bed, then raised his hand and pointed to the corner of the room: "I'm going to rest, you can sleep on the floor over there. You are not allowed to make any noise while sleeping, do you understand?!"

"Yes, mentor."

‘Poof~’

Cyrus put out the lamp and the room fell into darkness.

Rosen tiptoed to the corner of the room and lay down on the floor with his clothes on.

The wooden floor was dirty and hard, but fortunately it was on the second floor, and downstairs was the hotel lobby. The fire in the lobby burned the ceiling, and also slightly heated the wooden boards.

Still cold, but barely bearable.

Tightening the animal skin jacket tightly, Rosen closed his eyes, concentrated, summoned the desktop, opened "Rosen's Adventure Journal", and began to replay the reading process in the first half of the night.

In the video, Rosen listened to the voice and compared the alien characters on the book, and began to learn the characters of this world.

An illiterate person cannot be a mage.

I was concentrating on my studies when I suddenly heard a very loud sound of airflow coming from outside the house, and the windows were banged by the airflow. Immediately afterwards, the dogs in the town began to bark crazily.

Rosen was startled. He opened his eyes and looked at the window. Through the inferior green glass, he saw gray-white light coming through the window, as if it was dawn.

But he remembered very clearly that before, Cyrus took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and it was only a quarter past one at night.

Cyrus was also awakened. He jumped out of bed, bent over and walked to the window. He only exposed his eyes on the window sill and looked out carefully.

‘咤~~~~’

Another penetrating sound crashed in, shattering the glass and causing the ears of the two people in the room to buzz and almost go deaf.

The entire hotel and even the entire town were awakened, and screams kept coming from outside the house.

After a while, Rosen felt that he could hear something in his ears, and asked in shock: "Teacher, what happened?"

Cyrus did not respond. The pale light outside the window reflected on his thin face, completely revealing the look of horror on his face.

Obviously, this matter far exceeded the limit of his ability.

At this moment, Rosen saw a huge black shadow like ink vaguely appearing in the low, thick gray-white clouds in the sky outside the window.

The black shadow passed through the gray-white clouds at an incredible speed. One moment, the black shadow was still approaching the sky above Baima Town, and the next moment, it was already hurtling towards the northwest.

It's like a supersonic fighter jet flying at low altitude!

This scene is also like a huge ink painting with the sky as the drawing board, full of black and white freehand brushwork.

As the black shadow went away, the gray-white light in the clouds quickly dimmed until it turned into darkness again.

The cold winter night fell silent once again, and the strange scene that happened before seemed like a nightmare.

But the broken glass on the windowsill and the constant voices outside the window continue to prove the reality of the nightmare.

After a long time, Rosen came back to his senses and asked cautiously: "Teacher, what is that?"

Cyrus had regained his composure, but the look of horror still remained on his thin cheeks.

"The Ember Bird, the King of Nightmares, the fallen descendant of the immortal bird. Fortunately, it was just passing by. Otherwise, its fallen fire could burn Whitehorse Town to ashes in an instant, and the creatures burned to death by the fallen fire would be Reborn as a sleepless undead spirit.”

Rosen became more and more horrified: "If it is bent on committing murder, can anyone stop it?"

Cyrus sneered: "No one can stop it, only God can stop it. But don't worry too much. Thousands of years ago, the Golden God and the extraordinary beings made a contract of non-interference, which is the third golden rule. "

"The contract stipulates that the Golden Land will never be disturbed by supernatural beings, and those who violate the law will be punished by God. Therefore, unless the ash bird is crazy, it will not attack White Horse Town."

"Oh~"

This answer gave Rosen great psychological comfort. After all, no one likes to live in a chaotic and precarious ghost place.

Cyrus pointed to the broken window: "Take the bear skin to block the window, clean up the broken glass, and then go back to sleep."

"Yes, mentor."

After being busy for a while, Rosen lay down on the cold and hard floor again, but his mind could not calm down for a long time, and thoughts kept coming and going.

‘Are humans pets kept in captivity by God? ’

‘How can mortals face the real world without God’s protection? ’

‘What kind of existence is the Golden God who laid down the Golden Law? ’

There is no answer. Cyrus must not know or dare to answer such a disrespectful question. Therefore, he can only rely on himself to find the answer.

Rosen tried to calm down and began to learn otherworldly writing again.