Spell Return: Unlock eight special skills at the beginning

"Shadow one, Zen temple dragon is the heir of the Zen courtyard family. "

The old man's voice was not loud, but the threat in it was overflowing.

As one of the most powerful three families in the entire spell world, the Zen Monastery family has a long tradition that dates back thousands of years.

This powerful family is the most magic-oriented of the three, and they spend a lot of manpower and material resources every year to recruit young people with magical talents.

Shadow One and the Shadow Three who died under the dragon before are both talents cultivated from childhood to adulthood by this generation of Zen scholars.

But.

Even the Zen monastery who prides itself on magic has an iron rule that cannot be violated.

That is, bloodline!

In this cold and ancient family, the orthodoxy of the Zen temple without spells may be bullied by these accepted spell masters, and no one cares.

However, once the heir of the Zen family has a successor to the magic, then his status will be far higher than that of these adoptees, which is an iron law that has not changed for thousands of years in the family.

A person who is not a Zen monastery can be called a sorcerer, and a person who is not a sorcerer can be called a man!

This sentence exhausts the attitude of the Zen monastery.

People who don't have magic are difficult to be recognized as a righteous and bright 'person' in the Zen Academy, and even those who have a magic inheritance are difficult to see when facing the Zen family members who also have spells.

This is the self-confidence and domineering from an ancient family that has been inherited for thousands of years.

It's more extreme than the Gojo family.

More domineering than the Kamo family....

Zen Temple!!

"The subordinates understand. "

Shadow One's Adam's apple squirmed unconsciously.

The momentum displayed by the old man just now made him feel cold all over his body, and his attitude was more respectful, and his already lowered head was even lower than before.

"Well, but it's really not good for young people to be so rampant, and that guy is in Osaka now. "

The old man placed the teacup on the table in front of him, and the tea in the cup rippled.

"What do you mean..."

When the man in the suit heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then cautiously raised his head and looked at the old man.

"Go for it. "

The old man closed his eyes again, and although he didn't say it explicitly, Keichi had already understood what he meant, bowed down and saluted again, and then slowly retreated.

In the huge room, only the thin figure of the old man was left at this moment, and the black cat in the corner had disappeared at some point.

"A good knife also needs a whetstone. "

The old man sat on the tatami mat, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and a black spell slowly flowed behind him, and everything in the entire room seemed to be dyed with a layer of haze in an instant.

It's as if everything around you has been dragged into a world of shadows.

"Ten kinds of shadow spells, is there really no inheritance?" the old man muttered to himself, and a trace of loneliness couldn't help but appear on his face.

Meow~

In the boundless darkness behind him, a cat meow seemed to respond to the old man's question.

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and that's right, but the child of Zenyuan Longyi is really an outlier. "

"How far can the strength of the spell master go, at the moment of birth, it has long been determined by the spell in the bloodline, that child, three rounds of testing, no spell, but suddenly had a spell two years ago. "

"This kind of thing is simply not in accordance with the law. "

Spells are an instinct, or a gift, that has been carved into a person's body from the moment they are born.

The Conjurcerer is the most unfair in this world, and the fairest in this world.

The strength of a spell master is determined by his own talent, and the remaining two are determined by hard work.

The endless efforts of mortals may not even be as good as a true genius playing around.

This is a well-established rule in the entire wizarding world, and it is the consensus of everyone.

But Ryuichi broke this common sense.

"A good seedling, after all, it is the bloodline of the Zen Academy, let that guy sharpen him. "

As the old man's words fell, the darkness behind him dissipated, and the old man who was originally sitting on the tatami mat disappeared along with him.

The room was like someone had never been there.

Only left, the cup of tea on the table rippled.

On the other hand.

Ryuichi, who didn't know what the attitude of the Zen family he was born in would do to him, was bored in one of the largest supermarkets in Osaka, lazily pushing a small cart.

Throw chips and Coke from the shelves in the car.

After leaving from the Yuanlu Society, Ryuichi didn't rush back to Sugisawa in a hurry, but thought that the inventory at his home didn't seem to be running out, and the last time Gojo Satoru went to his house, he almost swept away the snacks he had stored.

I just came to this supermarket to buy it, after all, many of the flavors of potato chips I eat can't be bought in that small place in Sugisawa.

Satoru Gojo has a sweet tooth, while Ryuichi has a preference for potato chips.

The two tried to convince each other a few years ago, but in the end, Gojo still likes sweets, but has a Xi of bringing a potato chip when shopping.

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