Celestial Mage

Chapter 3 Spell is the Way to Heaven
early morning.

The wind and snow stopped, and the sun showed a weak smile, casting pale sunlight on the white forest.

In the woods, Rosen was wearing a rabbit fur hat, a large animal fur jacket that exuded a strong sweaty smell, and a pair of leather boots that were several sizes larger. Zongzi.

Carrying a large suitcase on his back, he walked on the snow-covered rugged mountain road step by step, trying to follow behind the gray-robed magician.

The suitcase is huge, weighing about 40 kilograms, which is a heavy burden for a 15-year-old thin boy.

The fixing belt was deeply sunken in the shoulder flesh, and every time I took a step, I could hear the creaking and moaning of the shoulder joints, as if it would snap off the next moment.

The magician walked quickly, without any intention of stopping and waiting.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides gradually widened, the cold words drifted into Rosen's ears with the wind: "Boy, hurry up, don't make me wait for you."

"Yes, teacher."

Rosen tried to quicken his pace.

The magician stopped immediately, turned around and stared into Rosen's eyes with a cold expression on his face.

"No, I'm not your mentor. Remember, you are just my bag-carrying buddy. If you can't carry it, then get out early."

"Well, I remember. What should I call you then?"

"My name is Cyrus."

"Yes, Mr. Cyrus."

Rosen changed his words very simply, and his attitude was very respectful, making it impossible to find any mistakes.

The suitcase was indeed a bit heavy, and the shoulders were hurt by the belt, but for Rosen, who had an adult soul, all of these could be easily tolerated.

The most important thing is to have a full stomach and warm clothes, which is much better than the hunger and cold of the previous month.

After walking like this for a long time, when the sun turned overhead, Cyrus was also a little tired, so he stopped in a clearing under a tree.

"Rest here and have something to eat."

Rosen immediately stepped forward, gently put down the luggage cabinet, looked left and right, found a slightly dry ground, laid a thick bearskin mat first, and then said respectfully: "Sir, you sit first, I'll go pick up some firewood Come back and build a bonfire."

Cyrus sat on the bearskin cushion in satisfaction: "Don't go too far, the Twilight Forest is not very flat, you will be bitten by poisonous insects, I can't save you."

"Yes, Mr. Cyrus."

Rosen took a quick stroll around the area, collected a large number of dead branches and came back, picked up the flint and steel, and lit a small bonfire half a meter in front of Cyrus.

"Sir, do I need to boil a pot of water for you?"

Cyrus shrugged irresolutely: "Then cook."

Rosen took down the small clay pot hanging on the luggage rack, took a big ball of clean snow from a tree branch, and quickly started to boil water.

While he was busy, Cyrus sat on the bearskin and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, the water boiled, gurgling and steaming.

Rosen scooped up a large cup and held it respectfully to Cyrus. After the other party took it, he picked up a knife, quickly cut a bowl of bacon, and handed it along with a few roasted hot potatoes: "Sir, please eat .”

Everything was impeccable, Cyrus didn't say anything verbally, but he was very satisfied in his heart, it was really nice to have a smart guy to take care of daily life.

He secretly thought, if this kid doesn't hold back, he can let him follow him.

On the other side, after Cyrus started eating, Rosen picked up two baked potatoes, hid in a corner, and ate silently.

As for the more delicious bacon, he left it alone.

Sellers saw them one by one, raised his eyebrows slightly: "I know how to measure." '

When he was half full, Cyrus suddenly asked, "Last night, you said you could paint?"

Rosen quickly swallowed the unchewed food in his mouth, and said respectfully, "Yes, sir."

As soon as the words were finished, a blank parchment and a quill filled with ink floated out of the luggage rack, and landed in front of Rosen.

"Draw one and show me."

This is true for Rosen, but now that he is very interested in magic, he naturally seizes every opportunity to increase his understanding of magic.

He looked at the pen and paper flying in the air in 'shock': "Mr. Cyrus, is this magic?"

Cyrus smiled contemptuously: "What a mud-legged person who has never seen the world, it's just a little trick."

Seeing that Rosen still had an unbelievable look on his face, he explained: "This is the hand of a mage. It's not very useful. It can only be used to hold small objects."

Rosen is no stranger to the name 'Mage's Hand'. There are many fantasy novels on Earth. What makes him really curious is the principle of magic.

But Cyrus' patience was limited, and boredom was evident on his face.

Rosen put it away as soon as he saw it, and immediately took the pen and paper. Before starting to draw, he asked in a muttered voice, "Can that be used to pick a lock?"

Cyrus heard it clearly, and a look of contempt appeared on his face again: "It really is a rat who came out of a den of thieves, with bad thoughts naturally flowing in his blood."

Having said that, he did not deny Rosen's statement.

Rosen didn't dare to test too much. He picked up the quill and the sheepskin roll, and after posing, he summoned the table with a voice, clicked on the corpse resurrection picture captured last night, and then started printing.

'Swipe, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush~~~'

The pure white quill dances lightly on the parchment scroll, and the tip of the pen seems to have a spirituality with its own life.

Cyrus took a look and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's kind of interesting."

Seeing that Rosen needed some work to finish the painting, he continued to eat bacon.

About a quarter of an hour later, the resurrection picture of the corpse was vividly displayed on the parchment. Except for the color that could not be restored, everything else was as realistic as the photo.

"Sir, the painting is finished."

Rosen respectfully handed the painting to Sellers.

Cyrus turned his head and looked at it, his eyes suddenly focused, and his casual expression subsided a lot in an instant, he reached out to take the scroll, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration: "Not bad~~ Very good, there is a painter who specially taught it you?"

"No."

Cyrus turned cold: "You'd better tell me the truth!"

Rosen explained with a 'sincere' face: "Sir, really not. I have loved drawing since I was a child. Whenever I saw a picture that moved me, I would use charcoal to copy it. Every time, I will try my best to ensure that it is true. It's a bit difficult, and I couldn't do it at the beginning, but after a long time of painting, it will get better and better."

Life is all about acting.

From the perspective of an adult, Rosen's acting skills are average, but who would doubt a 15-year-old boy too much?
Cyrus believed most of it.

He looked down at the scroll again, looked at it for a while, then looked up at Rosen, and said repeatedly: "Interesting~ Really interesting~"

As he spoke, he fell into silence, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Rosen: "Boy, have you seen a beautiful woman?"

"Ah?" Rosen was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Of course, she was a virgin in her previous life, but she was still a virgin in this life, and those women in the cottage were devastated by hard life, even if they had a good foundation, they still couldn’t look much better, so the most reasonable answer should be that they didn’t see it. Pass.

Seeing his bewildered face, Cyrus automatically chose the most reasonable answer, and said with a light smile, "I'm overthinking, how could you, a little shepherd living in a deep mountain and old forest, have seen a beautiful woman."

Rosen's mind turned sharply.

He followed Cyrus, the lowest expectation was to follow him out of the forest alive, and the highest expectation was to learn magic from this guy as his teacher.

But this guy obviously doesn't like him, and now that the painting has attracted the attention of the other party, he decided to give it a try.

"Uh~ Sir, I have actually seen it before. The head is the iron claw wolf Wald who was killed by you. A few years ago, I captured a very beautiful girl. Her face was as beautiful as flowers, and everyone couldn't move her. Open your eyes."

Anyway, it happened a few years ago, there is no proof, and you don't have to worry about being exposed if you make up anything.

Sellers believed it, and asked with great interest: "Then what happened next?"

"And then died."

"How did you die?"

"The one who died in childbirth, died terribly. He shouted for a day and night and couldn't give birth, and then died. Wald was very sad, and lost his temper for almost a month. Many people were whipped for no reason, and I was also. A whip, it hurts, and it will take half a month to get better."

These days, women's childbirth is a hell, and it's normal to die from dystocia. In my memory, there are several deaths in Yelangzhai, so this reason is very reasonable.

'Oh~~'

Cyrus nodded slowly, he didn't care about the woman's fate: "Then do you still remember her appearance?"

"Of course I remember." Rosen nodded vigorously.

At the same time, he opened "My Harem" and located the subfolder "Fantasy Style Photo Album".

Open it, and there are four subfolders "Shang Ke Yi Guan", "Quite Charming", "Rare and Best", and "Overwhelming Beauty".

Knowing the facts, Rosen guessed that the standard of living in this world is very average.

He reckoned that even an ordinary girl on earth would be very eye-catching here.If it is a beautiful girl whose appearance is above six points, she is probably a fairy in the legend.

After thinking about it for a while, Rosen opened the subfolder "Shang Ke Yi Guan", found a photo album of girls in the early 5s and less than 6 points, and picked out a photo with a conservative style for preparation.

Sure enough, Cyrus handed over another piece of parchment: "Show me the drawing."

Rosen had been prepared for a long time, and the 'swipe brush' began to output. Half a quarter of an hour later, a woman wearing a light ink dress and exquisite facial features appeared on the paper.

Especially those big eyes, shimmering, soft and charming, extremely sultry.

Of course, I am far from being so good-looking, but I can't stop girls from the earth from being able to put on makeup, and after finishing makeup, they also need to beautify their faces. A girl with a score of 5 is treated like this, she is a dazzling beauty.

Cyrus glanced at it, his expression was startled, and he immediately brought the painting in front of his eyes for a closer look. As he looked at it, his breathing became obviously thicker.

Suddenly, he grabbed the head hanging on the luggage rack and punched it hard a few times, his face full of indignation: "Pearls really fell into the cesspool! This damn ghost took advantage of it!"

He glanced at the drawing paper reluctantly, then looked up at Rosen, with a hint of expectation on his face: "The painting is very good, but not good enough, this girl wears too much clothes, can you Draw naked."

"what?!"

Rosen was surprised again, this time from the bottom of his heart, he was shocked by Cyrus' straightforwardness.

Of course he can paint, but he can't paint. With his age and experience, it is impossible to paint, because it is impossible for a person to paint something that he has never seen before.

Before Rosen could answer, Cyrus shook his head to himself: "Hey~ I was thinking too much, you have not even grown your hair yet, how could you have seen a beautiful naked girl."

But he didn't feel disappointed, and looked at Rosen with a tinge of fire: "Your painting skills are very good, far beyond my expectations."

After pondering for a while, Cyrus stood up, kicked some snow to cover the bonfire, and took the initiative to carry the heavy luggage: "Go, continue on the road, walk faster, and you can leave the mountain before dark."

With that said, he strode forward.

Rosen trotted to follow: "Sir, should I carry it?"

"No, this morning is my test for you. You are very honest and can endure hardships. I am very satisfied. From now on, you will be my magic apprentice. I will teach you spells, but as a reward, you will replace me I worked."

Before Rosen could answer, he stopped again, stared into Rosen's eyes, and spoke word by word.

"Remember, magic is what ignorant fools call spells."

"Spells are spells! They have nothing to do with the devils in hell! Spells are the way for us mortals to reach the sky!"

'The road to heaven for mortals? '

Rosen's heart was slightly shocked, and he yearned for spells more and more. He immediately changed his words: "I remember, Teacher Cyrus."

As for the reasons for accepting apprentices given by Cyrus, he didn't believe a single word.There are never benefits for no reason in this world, and the essence of all relationships is the exchange of interests.

He reckoned that high-quality erotic paintings should be able to sell for a lot of money, and judging from Cyrus' previous performance, he must be quite short of money, so his attitude towards him took a 180-degree turn.

For this, Luo Sen was secretly glad: "It seems that my harem is not useless." '

(End of this chapter)