"It is not impossible to accept you as a disciple, but there is a condition."

The young man squinted his eyes and looked at Loniti, his hands kept searching for something in the pile of books on the ground.

"By the way, that's it!"

Finally, the young man took out a heavy book with a dusty cover from the bottom of the pile of books, and then buried it underneath the pile of books that had lost their balance.

Loniti looked at the young man who was angry with his eyes looking at the mentally retarded, and then snatched the book in his hand that the young man had exposed.

Looking at the heavy dust on the book, I blew a big breath.

"Ah Yeh!"

The sound of a young man sneezing came from the pile of books. Loniti was immediately surprised. This guy has good vitality and hasn't been smashed to death yet?

After the dust was gone, Ronitti was finally able to see the cover of this heavy book clearly.

"A collection of herbs!"

Luo Niti's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her slender fingers to stroke the book cover made of unknown material. The strange feeling made her feel a little strange.

"Ahem... This book was given to me by my master before his death. It is said that it is my master's master's master's master's master's master... In short, it has been passed down from a long time ago."

The young man finally crawled out from under the pile of books, explaining to Loniti while coughing, but he didn't notice a potion bottle under his feet and was tripped.

"Who is this Lerte? Is it your ancestor's name?"

"That, Lert is my name."

The young man grinned in pain while talking awkwardly.

Loniti looked at the young man silently, then raised the book in his hand, threw it on the ground, and jumped down and stepped on it.

"Hey hey! Don't step on it!"

The young man panicked and snatched the book back. He wiped the shoe prints and dust on it, and stared at Loniti with wide eyes.

Loniti curled her lips, picked up a bottle with the "Apple Juice" label on the ground, and drank it clean.

"Uh...what are you drinking?"

The young man finally wiped the book clean, looked up at the empty bottle in Loniti's hand, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Bottle No. 37 should contain the unknown potion that failed last time, and I don’t know what it works.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, it is OK to test the effect of this bottle of potion, after all, her physique...

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and then quietly observed Loniti's reaction after drinking the potion.

Five seconds, ten seconds, half a minute...

Three minutes passed, and the young man was still staring at Loniti and observing her reaction, but Loniti was also staring at him without any reaction.

This guy, can't he have Alzheimer's disease...

Loniti frowned and yawned.

The young man's eyes lit up, thinking that the potion had finally reacted, but Loniti yawned and disappeared.

"By the way, what are you looking forward to?"

Finally, Loniti became impatient and kicked the young man directly in the lap.

Although sleep is better for Loniti, it is better to set the daytime, but tomorrow morning she will help Aunt Sophia disturb the house and do some chores, so there is no time to waste here tonight.

"Hiss...it hurts so much. I'm just sorting out my thoughts and want to introduce you to this book."

The young man gasped and said while rubbing his knees.

"This book was handed down by the master. It is said that the book skin is made of the skin of the time creature. Don't ask me what the time creature is!"

"The pages of the book were baptized by the great wizards. Unless they were magically used, physical attacks could not destroy the book."

"The book records the herbs seen by every book owner, and each book owner will erase the name of his ex and write his own name."

The young man, the book owner of this person, explained, and then reached out and gently stroked his name on the cover.

I saw that the three words "Lert" turned into a pile of dust, and fell silently on the ground like dust.

"Put your hands on it."

Leult handed the book to Loniti, and said expressionlessly, his heart full of indescribable bitterness.

My teacher gave this book to me before she died, but I let the book leave me like this, just because I wanted to take a gamble, and I don’t know whether it was right or wrong...

Loniti looked at Lelt with a complicated expression in confusion, took the book and gently pressed her right hand on the cover of the book.

I saw a blue light wrapped around Loniti's right hand, feeling as soft as a slime.

A few seconds later, the blue light disappeared, and Loniti took his hand away, and another name miraculously appeared on the book cover where the name Lylt was originally written.

"Lonitti? Is this your name?"

Lert looked at the azure blue Azerothy in the book and asked Loniti, but then he found that there was a string of words that were unknown in language after the three words "Loniti".

"What is this text?"

Lyert picked up the World Text Collection on the table and slowly flipped through the first page, but he still couldn't find the text of which race this text was until the last page.

If it weren't for knowing that the book would automatically portray the name of the present holder, Leult would have thought that it was written by Loniti herself, but what exactly was presented after Loniti's name?

Because this book only shows names, Leulte was not stupid enough to regard this as Loniti's surname. Finally, he had to sigh and shook his head helplessly.

"By the way... did you say at the beginning that you have a condition?"

"Oh? Do I have it? Yes! There is a condition!"

Leult suddenly slapped the table and shouted, scaring Loniti so much that she almost subconsciously hugged her head and squatted to defend herself.

"My only condition is that you can go to the pharmacist headquarters in Stormwind City for examination after learning pharmacist studies and announce that you are my Lairt's apprentice!"

Loniti looked at Leerte speechlessly. Is this really a condition? Ordinary people with some common sense know that it is best to go to the headquarters for assessment after learning the deputy position. If you get a grade medal, there will be certain benefits.

Leult looked at Loniti's strange eyes, of course he knew what she was thinking, but he didn't explain, because if some things were said, it would be no fun.

"By the way, do you guys know magic?"

"Can't you call me a teacher... I don't know how to use magic, that kind of thing requires talent."

Leult said, shaking his head, then picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, only to find that the tea had been drunk.

"That disciple, go pour me a glass...whether am I going to be there?"

Lert stared at the open door. Loniti's figure was gone in the room. He left without even saying hello. This made him once again wonder if he was really the right choice to accept a disciple this time?

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"It hurts so much..."

The young man moaned and got up from the bed, pressing his head tightly with one hand, which was wrapped in white bandages, and the other hand supported himself and leaned against the wall.

He picked up the water cup beside him and moistened his throat, which was about to smoke, and the young man sorted out the chaotic memories in his head.

"My name is...Green? Yes, I'm Green..."

The young man, Green, was talking to himself.

Because it was already night and the whole chapel was resting, no one saw Green's wake up.

There seemed to be some memory missing in my mind, but there seemed to be something more.

Slowly lifting a hand, a faint blue light flashed in Green's eyes, and an incredible scene happened.

A few light blue energy slowly condensed from the air and turned into a water ball the size of a fingernail in Green's hand.

Uh...Don't think that the water ball like the fingernail is too small. What's important is that Green is just an ordinary guard, not a mage at all!

Looking at the water ball in his hand, Green showed a thoughtful look, but was not surprised at all, as if all this was very normal.

"I was unconscious because of something... I can't remember it at all! Forget it, I'll know when I ask Eluchi tomorrow."

Dispelling the water ball in his hand, Green lay down, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Although he has been in a coma during this period, the things he experienced in the sea of ​​consciousness have put him in great pressure. This time he woke up and finally could lie down and sleep well.

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"Pasara, what's wrong with you?"

While eating his own midnight snack, the tauren Saru, who was eating fresh grass salad, stared at the blood elf with a sudden solemn look on his face, and then he swallowed the grass in his mouth with difficulty.

At this time, the orc Narocha had already been lying on the bed and slept, because since he was locked up here, Narocha had no chance to take action. Pasara was a mage, and Saru didn't like fighting, so poor Narocha had to eat, sleep every day. When he couldn't bear it, he would smash the wall, as long as he didn't demolish the prison.

Of course, in the words of Narocha, his sleepiness was to replenish his energy and he was so powerful that he could kill all the people on the day he went out. However, Saru and Pasara knew that this was just his remark. As friends who had been for many years, they could clearly sense that the orc-unique orc-exclusive aura on Narocha was fading day by day, but they couldn't say whether the change was good or bad.

"I just noticed that there was a magical power that was not human in Stormwind City, but now I can't feel it."

Pasara said with a serious look on her face, then closed her eyes as if she was feeling something, but finally shook her head.

"Did they not give up and send someone to come to us?"

"No, that kind of power does not belong to the alliance and the tribe, but is a neutral plaque. However, it may also be newly recruited by the tribe. I can only hope that they will not act rashly. Now the power of the alliance is not only as many on the surface."

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Chapter completed!