Chapter 303: Reaper

"Teacher, what are we doing here?" An Fei asked inexplicably, looking at the heavily guarded magic teleportation array in the distance.

“Come on someone.”

"Who?"

"The person you are more familiar with." Thor smiled.

An Fei frowned and thought for a while. Among the people he was familiar with, the only one who could let Thor come forward to greet him in person was that old guy.

After a moment, the magic circle began to slowly move, and then a rich light enveloped the entire magic circle. Thor walked up with a smile, but without taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, with a terrifying light flashing in his eyes.

Buzureano first walked out of the magic circle, followed by a middle-aged man, and finally came out were four young elves women. Of course, this "young" is just relatively speaking. Everyone knows that elves have a long lifespan. It looks like those elves are only about seventeen or eighteen years old, but in fact they may have lived in the world for hundreds of years.

"You're very punctual," Thor whispered.

"Something has been delayed, otherwise we would have arrived at the Holy City yesterday." Buzureano shrugged.

The middle-aged man behind Buzureano also stopped and stood side by side with Buzureano. The difference between the two was very big. Buzureano was burly and thick, and the middle-aged man was thin and straight, about half a head taller than Buzureano. Buzureano's eyes were peaceful, but the middle-aged man's eyes were as aggressive as a needle tip.

At the moment the magic circle was activated, Thor had sensed two powerful auras. Now seeing the middle-aged man standing side by side with Buzureano without any concealment, and based on the information he had, it was not difficult to guess the other party's identity. Thor slowly spoke, "Reaper Manzheli?"

"Dear Master Thor, it is my lifelong honor to see you." The middle-aged man bent down respectfully. His tone seemed humble, but his smile was as aggressive as his smile, giving people a sense of danger.

"You are too polite." Thor reached out to help, then glanced at Buzureano, but Buzureano was always standing there with a expressionless face. Thor thought for a while and said with a smile: "This is not a place for conversation. The palace prepared for you has been cleaned up. Please come with me."

"Master Thor, it seems that there is one person missing." Manzheli didn't move, looked around and asked, "Where is Master Jacob?"

"He is not in the Holy City."

"Not here?" Manzhusli closed his smile: "Didn't you find him?"

"I found it, but Jacob encountered an urgent matter and could not come for the time being."

"What about our cooperation?" Manzheli asked.

"As far as I know, the cooperation we are going to talk about is cooperation in a broad sense, not just the preparation of the Holy Spirit potion." Thor said lightly: "Jacob's failure to come will not affect our cooperation in other fields. Moreover, Jacob has already said that the preparation of the Holy Spirit potion will be done by his students."

"The preparation of the legendary Holy Spirit potion was Jacob's expectation for many years. How could he bear to give up this opportunity?" Buzureano asked in surprise: "And... when did Jacob accept students? Why didn't I know?"

"You should ask him these questions." Thor smiled and said, "As for his students, you have also seen them. They are the alchemist Hagen who has been with An Fei."

"Alchemist? Such an important job should not be handed over to an alchemist, right? I really don't understand what Master Jacob thought?!" Manzhesley continued.

An Fei was ashamed, and the idea was that he came out. The problem was that it was easy to come up with the idea, but it was difficult to implement it in detail. An Fei thought that Buzureano should be easier to fool. The word "should" had already made a subjective mistake. Fortunately, Thor's reputation has always been excellent, and honest people are always unpredictable to lie, so Manzheli pointed his finger at Jacob and did not question Thor. Unfortunately, he can't help now, and he has no qualifications to speak, so he can only see Thor adapting to the situation.

"Jacob said that Hagen has a very good talent in alchemy and is the person he has discovered who is most likely to inherit his mantle. Preparing potions is not very difficult for Hagen, even the Holy Spirit potion." Thor looked as usual: "If you are not at ease, then we can wait. In more than ten days, Jacob will arrive at the Holy City."

I don’t know if it was the future great alchemist who had the impact or the ten-day period was reassuring. Manzheli smiled again: “Dear Master Thor, please forgive my misconduct. After all, it is very beneficial to both of us to successfully prepare the Holy Spirit potion.”

"An Fei, come here." Buzureano waved to An Fei.

An Fei was stunned and subconsciously looked at Thor. Seeing Thor's slight head, he walked over: "Mr. Buzureano, is there anything wrong?"

"These are elves I personally selected for you. In the future, they will teach you natural magic. Haha, you don't have to treat them as teachers. In fact, they are all your maids, but... you must not bully them, otherwise I will not let you go!"

An Fei felt amused and crying. The dead Slanberge planted the seeds of light in his body, but he wanted him to learn the magic of light. Now that Buzureano is here again, why do these people look forward to him An Fei?

"Thank you, but... I don't want to learn natural magic." An Fei refused: "I have found a path that suits me."

"Don't rush to refuse, you can ask your teacher's opinion." Buzureano smiled.

An Fei looked at Thor again, Thor pondered for a moment and nodded.

An Fei scratched the back of his neck. Since he saw Entos release the instant movement technique with his own eyes, he has become very interested in that magic. If he could have the same ability and his martial arts inherited, his strength would be greatly improved. The most important thing is that he can also use the instant movement technique to escape when in danger. The assassin who does not design a way out for himself is not a qualified assassin. An Fei has always taken escape very seriously, and sacrificed his life for justice like Jing Ke.

He ignored himself. Strictly speaking, it was no longer an assassin, but a hero. An Fei never wanted to be a hero. He would rather accept failure than give up the opportunity to survive. If he mastered the instant movement, he would really fight if he wanted to, and leave if he wanted to. No matter what he did, there was great convenience. So An Fei had made a decision. He tried his best to practice space magic, even if he had put his internal strength that had reached a bottleneck for a while, how could he have the energy to learn natural magic at this time?

"An Fei, in our history, there are few people who can merge with the heart of nature. Don't worry, I will never harm you." Buzureano said slowly, his eyes sincere and firm.

Sol nodded. Buzureano said this again, and An Fei could not help but refuse. He hesitated for a moment and responded helplessly: "Okay, but I'm very stupid. If you can't learn natural magic, I hope you won't be angry."

"Are you stupid?" Buzureano couldn't help laughing, "Okay, let me introduce you to you. This is Jen. This is Peglia, this is Weiss, this is Uber Kevin."

The four female elves were originally bowing their heads. Whenever Buzureano read a name, the elf proudly raised his head, without saying anything. Every year, the elves and the druids launched bloody and cruel attacks on the despicable slave-catching team, but the slave-catching team was repeatedly killed and repeatedly banned. This can completely prove what kind of temptation the elf women would have on the mainland men. Without a market, the slave-catching team had long disappeared. Among the four elves, except for Peglia who looks very ordinary, the others can be described as beautiful or soft, and with the combination of clothes and elegant temperament, most human girls will be overshadowed in front of them.

An Fei nodded indifferently. He said hello. He had been observing An Feidi Man Zhusli's face changed a little. He thought that a young man like An Fei would definitely show a ridiculous expression. Who knew that An Fei's eyes were so cold, as if he was watching a few inconspicuous stones.

"An Fei, they will be your maids from now on." Buzureano waved his hand: "Don't blame me for being nagging, you must protect them well, do you know?"

"I don't need a maid, I can..."

"An Fei, you are about to become an earl. It is understandable to have a few elf maids around you." Thor said softly.

"this……"

"You seem to be very dissatisfied with them?" Manzheli frowned.

"You misunderstood. I'm just used to taking care of myself." An Fei said with a smile.

"I'll make the decision for you." Thor shook his magic robe naturally: "Now I'll take you to the palace, and we need to discuss some things carefully."

"Please ask first." Manzheli turned sideways and said humbly.

Buzureano smiled and patted An Fei on the shoulder, followed Thor with Manzhusli, and the four elves looked at each other. They didn't know whether they should follow Buzureano or wait for An Fei's orders.

"Uncle Ernest, what does that local man named Manzheli do? Is he also a peak powerhouse?" Seeing that Thor and others had already walked out, An Fei's eyes fell on Ernest.

Ernest kept silent. Buzureano smiled and nodded. Even if he said hello, it was nothing. After all, they had known each other for a while, but the man named Manzhusli turned a blind eye to him and his attitude was obviously unfriendly. However, Ernest would not easily affect his mentality due to changes in the outside world. Hearing An Fei's question, he coughed lightly: "There are three kings of the druids, the guardian bear king Buzureano, the harvester wolf king Manzhusli, and the insight eagle king Mangshu. They are all big druids."

"Haha... The Holy City is getting more and more lively. Uncle Ernest, let's go too." An Fei said as he glanced at the elves.
Chapter completed!