I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

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Wilde once had two disciples.

When he was still an ordinary panic-level dark wizard, he didn't have the title of "faceless man with black scales".

Because of relying on language as a source of power, wild dark wizards are very rare, and almost all dark wizards have their own teachers.

Language must rely on communication to convey, and the accuracy of language pronunciation determines the probability of ether resonance, which determines the power of incantation, which means that the inheritance of dark wizards must be communicated a lot.

If there is no responsible teacher to teach face to face, the pheasant black wizard who finally emerges can only perform some lame spells such as "slippery feet" and "candle extinguishing".

Who would have thought that the true colors of these things turned out to be "Corrosive Mire" and "Wind Boundaries"?

At the same time, compared to the words and marks that the white wizards hid, the language of the black wizards can be said to be the least threshold for learning among the extraordinary, and only requires "pronunciation".

This is also an important reason why there are so many dark wizards at the bottom, but they are so unbearable.

——No wonder they have no money to be blocked by the Dome Church.

Those dark wizards who don't even have ratings, but are doing the aftermath for various forces are really grabbing a lot.

But also because of this mechanism of dark wizard inheritance, the relationship between normal and reliable masters and apprentices will be very close, and they trust each other more than their relatives.

Wilde naturally had his teachers too.

One of the three god-level dark wizards in the rating list of the Truth Society, "The Oldest Word Spirit King", "Dark Emperor", "Dragon Whisperer", "The Spawn of Giants" - Slater Augustus.

This legendary black wizard, who can be called a living fossil of the history of black wizards, has not known how many disciples he has taught in his life.

But what can be known is that the dark wizards who came out of his hands eventually became the powerhouses on the famous side.

Wilde has always felt that he is so fortunate to be a disciple of such a great person as a small person with no background.

His final graduation work was the gargoyle given to Lin Jie.

He still remembers how excited he was to walk up to the aging old wizard and hand over his final work.

Augustus' gigantic, emaciated body had almost merged with his throne, the last of the giants' realm, and he could not leave his homeland and country.

The old wizard stretched out his hand to take the gargoyle, looked at it for a while, then showed a kind and gratifying smile, and said meaningfully:

"Fate has made a choice. From now on, you graduate, my disciple."

The young Wilde did not think about this sentence, but went on to ask the teacher's evaluation of his work.

After receiving such a high rating as "nearly perfect", Wilde was so excited that he could not sleep for three days, and after exercising the necessary etiquette, he completed the graduation ceremony triumphantly.

The irrelevant sentence above was naturally forgotten.

It was only after his recent study of "The Ritual of Corpse Eating" that led to an eruption of inspiration, did he dream again of the old wizard's words in his sleep one day.

"Maybe, the teacher has already seen the fate. I will get Mr. Lin's guidance and give him the gargoyle. This is the answer I really delivered, and the teacher is very satisfied with it."

Wilde murmured and stood up, looking at the sheets of paper with notes scattered on the table for a while, suddenly picked up one of the drafts, and said in a low voice:

"Let it burn."

"call!"

The flames rose out of nowhere, and the flames devoured the paper little by little.

In this dark room, a moth was attracted and caught fire.

Wilde watched thoughtfully as the paper began to curl, shrink, scorch, and, along with the moth, turned into ashes and rustled to the ground.

Two of his former disciples also share a father-son intimacy with him.

On the day Wilde officially graduated from his teacher, he returned to the orphanage where he lived as a child and took away a man who was most like himself.

, the child silently in the corner alone.

That kid is called Charles.

Also his first disciple.

But unfortunately, perhaps because Wilde was too partial to Charles, he lost the vigilance that a dark wizard should have.

Ultimately he was killed at the hands of one of Wilde's enemies.

Although Wilde later avenged his disciples, Charles' body and soul were not found.

Without these two, even if he wanted to find Augustus' disciple to resurrect him, it would be impossible.

There is even a soft and extravagant hope that "Maybe Charles is not dead, but just escaped" deep down in his heart that Wilde is reluctant to reveal to others.

"Now that I think about it, it's not so much that I adopted a disciple, it's better to say that I adopted a child, and I worry too much all day long."

Wilde brushed away the ashes, sighed, and turned on the kerosene lamp: "I really don't know what I was thinking at that time."

"Knock knock!"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Wilde's action stopped, and Huo Ran narrowed his eyes and looked upward, and instantly released the reconnaissance technique.

Here is the basement of the house.

The direction of the knock on the door was clearly the main entrance on the first floor of the house.

His house in Nuojin is one of his safest secret strongholds, and no one has ever known it.

Even after Yoai's betrayal, Wilde's house was never exposed.

Because the people who know here are only himself, and... Charles.

Ether outlined the outline of the person coming at the door.

Wilde could hardly control his facial expression, he opened his eyes slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.

how is this possible? !

"Teacher, it's me, I'm back!" The person at the door shouted weakly, "I'm Charles, are you there?"

"..."

Wilde walked away from the desk, and even overturned the chair because of the motion.

He walked upstairs from the basement, the huge sound of rain and wind continued to crackle outside, and Charles called at the door: "Teacher, it's been three years... I miss you all the time, you should know, the dark wizard Fred He wanted to kill me to get revenge on you, but I didn't die, he threw me into the dream rift, but it wasn't deep."

"I'm reminded of the Dream Guide, my initiation book, that you read to me before, and it saved my life! That's why I can come back to you now!"

He was panting and seemed to be extremely tired, his voice getting lower and lower: "Are you not here? Then I will wait for you here, just like in the orphanage at that time, you will come to me..."

Wilde pushed open the door, and the young disciple he remembered was lying on the ground outside the door. He was only bruised and unconscious.

His ether has covered the surrounding area for a kilometer, but there is nothing abnormal.

There was a complex look on Wilde's horribly cold face.

"Charles, welcome home."

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