You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

The fifth rank has reached more than 100 Laks, and even ten Quills cannot stop it.

But this is Kate's power after all, not his own. Unless he has no choice, Sean will not pin all his hopes on others. He must become strong on his own.

"I'm leaving first. You should prepare to receive the goods."

Sean said hello to Charles, then left the virtual space and went to the post office to send all the materials.

The two cities were not far apart, so Sean paid extra for expedited delivery. The package was sent at noon and reached Charles in the evening.

"What a lot!" Charles was a little excited as he unpacked the package.

This was not the first order he had received, but it was the largest order he had ever received. After all, most of the wizards who had just gained magic power were very poor, and it took a long time to collect the materials for a magic potion. Only someone with great "personal charm" like Sean could come up with so much at once.

Obviously, Charles still believed that the materials Sean gave him were related to that face.

There is actually nothing to be embarrassed about admitting. Face is also a kind of personal ability. If he had Sean's looks, who would work hard!

This is not just about making money, it is also about your own personal safety.

Having a big boss protecting me, at least I don't have to hide around anymore.

For example, every time he arrived in a city, he had to leave after living there for a while to avoid being targeted. He had to keep changing places. Peace and tranquility... didn't exist. He was lucky not to be discovered by the witch hunters who raised crows.

But Charles didn't feel tired. He had been like this since he was a child and had long been accustomed to it. In comparison, although he was still wandering around, he felt that it was more exciting now than before. It was like a knife hanging over his head, and he ran with more passion.

Not to mention the virtual space, where he met many friends that he had never had before. Although they were all "net friends" that he could not meet in person, at least he would not be as lonely as before.

He likes his current life.

Unlike Sean's messy apartment, Charles' rental house, although small, was exceptionally clean, especially the kitchen.

Because the teacher told him that potions are to be eaten and are a kind of food. Even if they are prepared for the enemy, the entire potion-making process must be kept clean and hygienic.

You can poison the potion, but you cannot throw dirty things like cockroaches and duck necks into it. This is the most basic etiquette as an alchemist.

"Although the era of scholars has become a thing of the past, the courtesy and elegance of us alchemists will never be out of date." - These are the original words of the teacher, and Charles always keeps them in mind.

So, after counting the ingredients, he changed into clean clothes, washed his hands with medicated soap, and then used the "dust removal technique" to clean them again. Then he walked into the kitchen humming a little tune and turned on the rice cooker and casserole.

Start refining!

Charles' reputation as an alchemy genius is not exaggerated. Not only does his success rate far exceed that of alchemists of the same level, but he is also very fast in making potions. He knew that Sean was in a hurry and was waiting for his medicine, so he simply worked all night.

When he walked out of the kitchen early in the morning, his face had turned charred black, his hair was burnt and curled, and was still smoking.

He accidentally exploded the pot.

But the overall efficiency was still amazing. With a total of 20 materials, he made 16 magic potions.

Charles took a shower, cleaned himself up, and went out without even having breakfast to mail the potion to Sean.

Also expedited.

After spending a whole night refining the medicine, he not only didn't make a penny, but also spent dozens of dollars on postage and a clay pot.

Sean was very surprised when he received the potion in the afternoon, and thought that this guy was too efficient.

He had originally planned to take a nap - since he couldn't control his dreams for the time being, he would sleep more and increase the probability of dreaming by increasing the length of sleep.

This is undoubtedly a stupid way, but Sean has the habit of taking a nap, and he has basically not had a good sleep since Chris's accident. In addition, the virtual space consumes a lot of energy, and he also has to practice spells, which causes Sean to be almost always in a state of fatigue during this period of time, and he has to rest.

He was all ready, having been thinking about Elvira all morning.

Not only Elviri, but also the virtual space, the Hall of Truth, and the Saint.

Isn’t there a saying that goes “What you think about during the day, you dream about at night”?

If he could dream, he hoped that the dream would be related to these contents, any one of them would do.

But now that the magic potion has arrived... let's just meditate first.

In Sean's eyes, magic power takes precedence over anything else. He threw the crushed rust ore particles into the small bottle containing the potion. The rust ore did not rust, proving to be non-toxic, so he filtered it out with a mesh, took the potion with confidence, entered the virtual magic space, found a place on West Street, and began to meditate.

The pictures that every wizard sees during meditation are different. For some, it is a forest, for others, it is a canyon, and for others, it is an ocean. But no matter which one, their essence is the same. The wizard needs to use a different way from the original one to satisfy the body's instinctive needs and desires in the current scene in order to succeed in meditation.

Generally speaking, when a wizard meditates multiple times, the scene will not change much, so the first time is the most difficult. After that, as long as you have the concept of "meditation" in your mind and go hungry for a meal, you can enter the state relatively easily.

To this end, Sean went online last night to look up various ways to cook cactus and memorized more than a dozen recipes.

If it were before, he might not be able to find the kitchen utensils and seasonings needed to cook cactus in the desert, but now, the magic potion will help him. The function of this kind of magic potion is to make up for the lack of "tools" in a similar way to breaking the wall, and provide the wizard in the meditative state with items that should not appear in the current scene.

Therefore, as long as his thinking is correct, he will definitely be able to find a more efficient way of devouring.

however……

Maybe it was because he was too obsessed with dreaming, but Sean didn’t expect that this time he did not go to the desert - he couldn’t even tell whether he was meditating or dreaming.

Because he came to an exquisite bedroom.

The first thing that catches your eye is a bed.

A luxurious bed with gauze curtains and white wooden edges inlaid with gold thread and jewels.

There is a faint fragrance floating in the air, which smells pleasant and familiar.

On the bed behind the gauze curtain, a woman was sitting with her back to him, naked, revealing a smooth and beautiful back like flawless white jade. The shallow and soft groove of her back extended from her butterfly-like shoulder line all the way down, passing over her slender waist and sinking into her plump buttocks. Against the backdrop of the bed curtain that blocked her view, she was half-covered and extremely seductive.

Sean's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously and his cheeks felt inexplicably hot.

What did this do to him again?

Saint's boudoir?

Is it the scene where the saint was pinned down before?

Following the familiar feeling in his heart, Sean tried to call out, "Olya?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, revealing a profile that was just as beautiful as Olya's, but completely different in appearance. Her eyes were chilling, and her voice was so cold that it could freeze you into ice:

"You're still thinking about her at this time?"

Sean: "..."

Not Olya?

broken!

……

Chapter 25 Sister

Meeting the girl's cold gaze, Sean knew that he was in trouble.

It is a taboo to mention another woman's name in front of a woman, and if you are not careful, you may end up losing everything.

What made Sean feel even more at a loss was that although the other party was beautiful, her figure and appearance were not inferior to Saint Aolya at all, and even the cold and noble look between her eyebrows could arouse a man's desire to conquer her. Such a girl, as long as he took a look at her, he would never forget her for a long, long time. However, he had no impression of her in his mind at all...

The current situation told him that this was most likely a new character card.

The most likely label is still the female lead.

Sean: "..."

It's going to kill me.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and was good at making up stories, so he quickly said to make amends: "You misunderstood, I'm not thinking about Olya."

The girl glanced at him: "Really?"

"Yes." Sean said seriously, "I was actually going to say that Aolya also sat on the bed like this, but she wasn't as pretty as you."

The girl seemed to realize that she had just revealed her beauty. Her cheeks flushed slightly. She pulled up the quilt to cover her chest and snorted softly, "Slippery tongue."

Sean didn't know if this counted as passing the test, and was still racking his brains to think about where that familiar feeling in his heart came from. But before he could find the answer, the girl's next sentence made him feel overwhelmed again.

"Come up."

Sean: "..."

"Where are you from?"

"What do you say?"

The girl's tone was quite calm, but from her blushing cheeks one could tell that she was not as calm as she appeared to be.

Sean was even more agitated. The more aloof a person is, the more lethal their blushing power would be, especially when the girl had her back exposed. The large area of smooth and snow-white skin made one imagine how tender it felt just by looking at it. Which cadre could withstand such a test?

Sean wanted to refuse, really, but he had to understand the direction of the "plot". After half a month, he finally had a new story about his previous life, and he couldn't just give up.

So, with a curious heart, Sean resolutely took off his shoes and went to bed!

The girl watched Sean approaching, feeling the gradually approaching man's breath, her eyes slightly shone, she turned her head away, her face turned redder. She wanted to say something to relieve her inner tension, but she was not good at talking to people and couldn't find a suitable topic. In the quiet air was the sound of their hearts beating rapidly, and the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.

Fortunately, Sean is good at chatting, otherwise it would be difficult to follow up.

He coughed twice and said, "Shall we discuss life?"

The girl didn't answer, but her cold and pretty face became even redder.

She thought Sean was impatient and wanted to get straight to the point, and she was secretly annoyed at why this guy was so impatient.

But who knew that when Sean talked about exploring life, he really meant it.

He just asked, "Tell me, if one day I die but not completely die, will I still be the same person as before?"

Girl: "..."

What a strange question.

She didn't understand why Sean asked this at this time, but at least there was something to talk about, so she thought about it and answered, "Yes."

Sean realized that his description might not be very accurate. He considered his words and asked again, "What if I really died, reincarnated, and gained my past memories?"

The girl still answered, "Yes."

Sean: "Because the soul hasn't changed?"

"No." The girl shook her head, "Because you won't die."

Everyone is different not only because of differences in soul and mind, but also because of unique bodies and appearances.

Of course, this is a more scientific and objective understanding. From her subjective consciousness or mysticism, Sean's idea is correct. As long as Sean's soul remains unchanged, no matter how many times he dies or what he becomes, he will still be the man she loves.

However, she felt that the question was meaningless.

Sean couldn't be dead.

No one can kill him, not even time.

He is the only wizard in the world who is above the tenth level, and his control over power has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Maybe he was standing in front of you in the last second, and his body would undergo a complete and perfect annihilation reaction in the next second without any spells or guidance.

In other words, Sean's body has undergone a qualitative change due to the magic power, and is infinitely close to pure energy itself.

And energy will not dissipate for no reason and is everywhere, which means that Sean is also everywhere, and his life will not pass away with time - maybe, but the impact is so small that it can be almost negligible.

He is energy and energy can become him.

Normally, a great magician would have to sacrifice his own life to cast the forbidden spell of annihilation, but that is not the case for Sean. He can rely on the energy between heaven and earth to reconstruct his body anytime and anywhere. He is immortal and will not even age.

At least she and Aolya couldn't live to see the day when Sean grew old.

"Won't you get old..."

Sean pondered over these four words and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been overlooking something.

Something that seems insignificant, but is very important.

When Elviri said that he was an awakened person, he didn't agree in his heart, because he didn't awaken his cognition, but only his memory. Rather than awakening, Sean thought it was more likely that he was a reincarnation, so he always called Carl Black his previous life.

But the problem is, his appearance hasn't changed.

That's why he was so sure that Carl Black was himself.

In the past, Sean didn’t realize that he was dreaming, so he wouldn’t deliberately look in the mirror to confirm it. But in so many dreams, there were always times when he saw his own appearance. Sean remembered it very clearly. He looked exactly the same in the dream as he does now, even his height and body shape were similar.

Is this reasonable?

Reincarnation is not rebirth, nor is it time travel. How is it possible to have the same face and body in two lives?

But if he is not a reincarnation, then what is he?

Sean felt like his brain was not enough.

After chatting with him for a while, the girl's inner tension eased a lot. She thought that some things had to be done sooner or later, so she might as well be free and easy. This was in line with her style as the eldest daughter of the Seraph family. So she tensed her body, blushed and expressionless, and said, "Come on, I'm ready."

Sean: "But I'm not ready yet..."