Clarence wore black, round-rimmed glasses, his red robe, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the light brown curls on his head looked fluffy and messy.

He was squinting slightly, frowning slightly at the young wizard in front of him.

His brown curls were draped over his shoulders, his smile was confident and bright, and he wore a dark green long cloak like a raincoat. It's too simplistic and casual to dress up as a wizard.

His skin was carved with black tattooed runes and refining arrays, crisscrossing and leaving arcs and marks on his body. It looks like a stitched ragdoll bear.

If an experienced transformation wizard is here, you can perceive that if the young wizard's [skin] is peeled off and unfolded, it can directly turn into seven magic circles that are like gears that fit together.

"You're still ...... Did it work? ”

Clarence asked slowly, "[Purest Medium] Bernardino?" ”

"You can recognize me."

The corners of Bernardino's mouth rose and he made a somewhat contrived melodious voice: "Then it seems that I am not successful."

"The 'shell' that was so decaying in the past is the same as my young and healthy body now...... Where is the similarity? ”

"Of course it's in your heart."

Clarence replied unceremoniously: "I have only seen such a cold, sticky, dark and dull heart.

"Your body may change, but your heart won't. It's just that the heavy dead air has turned into pretentious self-satisfaction and arrogance. ”

He flicked his freshly polished nails with a crisp, low sound.

As the crisp sound of bones clashing, the white jade nails cut a pure white shimmer in the air.

In Clarence's eyes, the void that had been swept by his fingernails burst into tiny, spark-like black cracks.

It was a severed fragment of fate.

When the two confront each other, a new fate arises between them.

- Clarence will die here.

This is the future as Clarence sees it.

- Bernardino harbors murderous intent.

This is the mind that Clarence sees.

At this distance, he was approached by the Soul Reaver at the top of the rank...... This almost means that there is no resistance.

Even if Bernardino doesn't take the path of heart-snatching, it doesn't mean that he loses the resistance of his fellow spells.

But he didn't panic in the slightest, and still calmly watched the young master who manipulated the soul.

In his vision, countless souls were already surrounding him.

"It looks like you're very happy with the path you've chosen."

Bernardino sat down at the table, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed his new hair, looked down and sniffed the hair on his fingertips, and said softly, "Have you thought about the progress?" Or rather...... Did you get the legacy?

"The progression from silver to gold is not something that can be accomplished by lying in a dream in a wizard's tower. If you don't have the talent of original ability, you have to have the inheritance of the golden level. ”

"You don't have to worry about that."

Clarence paced his cupboard, rummaging through the potion shelves, and replied coldly without looking back, "The Tower Master has promised me to trade the [Dream Stealer] or the [Mask Master] for the advanced ritual. ”

"I remember...... Zedi Black Tower's inheritance class should be [Fire Stealer], right? ”

"That's for the Sons of the Tower, I'm a Soul Snatcher after all."

Clarence replied calmly, "But I have a high probability of advancing to gold, and the tower master is willing to help me go to other wizard towers to ask." Exchange advanced rituals and materials. ”

The ritual of advanced gold already belongs to the category of mystical knowledge, not knowledge that can be rubbed at will, so it can be used for trading...... Or rather, exchange for other advanced rituals.

Although each wizard tower has its own heritage...... However, after all, there are students from other schools.

Even if the probability is not high, it is possible to give birth to a gold-level transcendent who is not from this school.

The cardinal sorcerer rummaged through a potion that looked like an inkwell. It's green and transparent, and even if it's well sealed, it's constantly bubbling with light bubbles.

Clarence opened it, and a rich minty aroma poured out of the bottle.

He tilted his head and swallowed the cold liquid into his stomach in three gulps.

The sweet and refreshing taste melts on the tongue and slides from the base of the tongue to the bottom of the heart. Immediately afterward, a strong feeling of coldness rises from the abdomen and rushes to the top of the head.

Clarence's whole expression was like taking a bite of mustard, and his face suddenly wrinkled.

It took a while for him to slow down.

"Soul purifying medicine?"

Bernardino tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Drinking too much of this is not good for the stomach." ”

"If your stomach hurts, you can make up for it with other medicines."

Clarence said flatly.

He turned his head and looked at Bernardino: "But you've been here all the time...... Wouldn't it be disrespectful for me to face you unprepared? ”

After drinking the potion, a faint white halo flickered under Clarence's eyes, which was evidence that his perception and volition attributes were temporarily amplified by the potion, and he was somewhat uncontrollable.

Hearing this, Bernardinoha chuckled, "I'm sorry, Clarence. I don't want to be too rude...... But if you want to challenge me, you'd better drink the 'Heart-Snatching Touch' and the 'Elixir of Swiftness' next to it. ”

Clarence didn't reply, just kept a calm face and didn't say a word.

He drank down the two vials of the potion that Bernardino had mentioned, and with some hesitation took out a crimson, translucent potion, like a small perfume sample. After much thought, he gritted his teeth and drank it.

He felt as if he had been punched in the abdomen by something invisible, and his whole body buzzed, trembled, and slowly bent down, almost throwing up.

"Are you ready, Your Excellency the Savior of Zediheta?"

Looking at this scene, Bernardino said warmly.

Clarence let out a hoarse voice, "Admit it, you guy?"

"—Are you really here to find trouble?!"

"It's very unfortunate, it's fate."

Bernardino sighed: "If you said at the time that you planned to advance to the Spiritual Inheritance Monk...... Maybe I'll change my mind. ”

"Maybe?"

Clarence scoffed.

He slowly raised his head, the whites of his eyes had completely turned bloody.

Bernardino smiled lightly: "Well, maybe.

“…… But sure enough, I still want to expand my collection even more. ”

"What the hell are you here for?"

"I'm looking for ...... The soul of His Excellency Hugo Heta. ”

The moment Bernardino's words fell, the runes on his skin instantly lit up.

It was a legacy from the Jade Tower, a treasure created for him by the soul of Isaac Flamel, the great alchemist of yesteryear.

- The moving philosopher's stone is forged into a array.

In the next moment, the world around Clarence turned into an [exotic].

A black, greasy liquid that quickly spreads out from under Bernardino's feet.

In the blink of an eye, it had spread across the room, through the walls. Lines like blood vessels cling to the wall and grow upwards.

Seeing this, Clarence did not show the slightest anger.

That's because of the power of the last potion he took, the "blood of dry rage."

His anger is constantly transformed into distorted mana...... And if his anger is not enough, the potion will burn his blood instead.

"How's my student doing?"

Clarence leaps high and dodges the black mud that lunges at him.

He jumped onto the shelf behind him and asked in a low voice.

The moment he asked, he had already gotten the answer from Bernardino's head.

- This black sludge is the manifestation of the power of the Bernardino element.

Wizards who are dragged into the swamp will be directly refined into the Philosopher's Stone.

And his next move is ......

Clarence reads Bernardino's heart.

Without hesitation, he clapped his hands.

With the crisp sound of palm slapping, an invisible aura centered on Clarence suddenly spread.

In his office, those books, documents, newspapers.

At the same time as being swept by that aura, it was as if he had been given life at the same time, and a riot was launched at the same time.

At the same time, Clarence plunged his sharp nails directly into his temple.

At this time, Bernardino's gem eye was just lighting up.

Clarenceston was overjoyed.

Make it!

The magic eye, which was enough to take Clarence's soul in an instant, was disturbed by the intense pain in Bernardino's brain before it was activated, and he was half a step late.

In the next moment, countless words turned into a stream of light, and the fine and dense chains of light swept in from all directions, instantly binding Bernardino!

- Idol school, pain synchronization!

- The Imperial Decree School, the page is locked!