The Primordial Wizard

Ara Song, you not only killed the king, but also completely betrayed the God of Frost, so you are not afraid that God's power will be like hell, and Frost will punish you? Ronamus yelled loudly.

Frost is not something you can speculate on. I am responsible for Frost's mission, and everything I do is worthy of my blood.

Ara Song smiled ferociously, My dear prince, let me end your fate here, play a sad song for you, and send you to reunite with your parents.

Ronamus turned his head to look at the sea, and there was a gentle whisper in his ear.

Ronamus, Ronamus, raise your sword and cut to the sea.

He uncontrollably raised the sword in his hand and slashed towards the sea, boom!

Following the direction of the sword cut, the sea was divided into two, and Ronamus took the remaining residents into the sea.

Elegant and sacred music sounded, and the sea water merged naturally after they passed by.

Arathon chased the demons to the beach, yelled at them in devil language, and then they formed a strange ceremony exuding a certain rhythm. With the deep roar of Arathon in the center, the sea water froze instantly.

Except for Ara Song, the ice demons scrambled towards the crowd. At this moment, the frozen ocean suddenly shook violently.

who is it!

Who dares to disturb the son of the sea, the great Pontos sleeps. Ignorant, you will pay the price!

Accompanied by the sound of fury, the whole ocean turned into a huge giant. He easily crushed the demons to death like scratching lice. Arathon flew away without looking back when he saw this scene.

The ocean current giant casually threw a huge water cannon, spat out blood from Alasong's serious injury, and said in a buzzing voice, I'll help you fly higher and farther.

The mysterious power surrounded the crowd and isolated the sea water. The giant lowered his body and poked his head into the empty seabed, and said to Ronamus, Medea's power, are you his son?

Ronamus was a little nervous, but his responsibility drove him forward, and he boldly said:

Dear Son of the Sea, I am the son of the Goddess of Elegance. My people and I are deeply guilty for disturbing your rest. You let go of the past and helped us defeat the demons. You are so great and merciful that we don't know what to do. How to thank you.

Hahaha!

What a talking boy, but it's not okay to just send me away like this. Fate will make you the lord of a country, and you need to provide me with a king's thank you gift. Said the ocean giant.

Dear Son of the Sea, what do you need?

I need you to build a temple for me in the new city-state. The eyes of the giant ocean currents stared at Ronamus and said.

My son, allow him a fishing port, build a temple, and worship him forever. A gentle whisper sounded in Ronamus' ear.

I am willing to serve you, Rhonamus smiled and bowed deeply.

When I establish a new city-state in the Promised Land, there must be a fishing port to build a temple for you and sacrifice for generations. I hope the great son of the sea can give us a little help and help us reach Salia safely.

Hahaha! I agree, and I will bestow on you a hundred years of friendship. This is an island beast, and you will safely arrive at the promised land on its back.

The giant's big hand reached into the depths of the sea to grab it, and a giant tortoise carrying an island was grabbed by him and held down in the open space.

Thank you for your generosity, great son of the sea.

Ronamus led everyone up to the giant tortoise, the picture gradually blurred, and then quickly changed.

Everyone landed in a strange land, and a brand-new city-state rose from the ground. As time passed, the city-state became more and more prosperous, the barbarians surrendered, and the monsters bestowed heads, attracting adventurers and immigrants from countless civilized countries.

The angle of view is suddenly too high, a bird's-eye view from above the city-state, neat and full of vitality.

Immediately afterwards, it fell suddenly and returned to the Municipal Square.

A soft ray of light rose from the temple. In the radiance, holy and white hands held a pure gold olive branch crown, which was solemnly worn on the head of the half-kneeling king Tedeus Medea. .

Afterwards, the light rose, and together with Rhonamus, it disappeared into the sky in the middle of the night.

Divine right of kings!

This is a mythical era where man and gods coexist, and this is an era when the supernatural determines everything. Looking at the cheering crowd and the tearful Romon, Ace deeply felt the powerlessness of mortals.

Literacy, fighting for citizenship, and gaining more knowledge about the extraordinary, can have a chance to choke fate's throat.

It was already late at night, and Ace tossed and turned, his mind kept flashing the scenes he saw tonight.

Too excited, he got up and took out a clay pot wrapped in coarse cloth from under the bed, opened it carefully, and found a pile of silver thalers inside. He counted one by one, a total of 97.

There are no public schools in the city-state in the previous life, and knowledge is basically monopolized by nobles and citizens. Some educated citizens are willing to teach students for a fee. The market price is about 30 silver thalers a month.

In the city-state, the choice of teachers to read and write basically determines the future occupation.

If the teacher is a judge in the jury court, he will definitely be engaged in judicial and litigation-related work in the future.

If the teacher is a musician, he will also take the path of elegant performance in the future. As for the future path, Ace has already determined that he wants to learn from Peter, a famous polymath in the city-state.

Peter is recognized as the most knowledgeable person in the entire city-state. He is a city-state scholar who covers a wide range of subjects and has a large collection of books at home.

Becoming his student is the best choice for Ace, who can acquire a wide range of knowledge to the maximum extent and search for extraordinary secrets.

Early the next morning, the summer sun rose early, and Ace was woken up by the sound of Romon exercising.

He got up to get dressed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and watched Romon exercising there. As the descendants of citizens, the Ace family passed down the excellent exercise method created by Rhonamus for ordinary people, specializing in physical exercise and fighting skills.

Ace washed his face and started morning exercises with Romon. He didn't object to this, and he studied very seriously. After all, this is a very dangerous world with many supernatural beings, and there is no harm in having a little more self-preservation.

There are heroic guards in the city. If you live in the city all the time, there is no danger, but there is no chance of contacting or even capturing extraordinary creatures.

Only in the remote wilderness outside the city-state can there be low-level monsters wandering around. They are as difficult to clean up as weeds, and the heroes disdain to do such troublesome work.

Young nobles and citizens with strong fighting skills or demon hunters will go there to fight low-level monsters. Nobles and citizens are for exercise, and demon hunters are for bounty.

Seven or eight veterans who have undergone rigorous training like Romon can hunt and kill no more than three low-level monsters in the wilderness at a time.

Ace is ten years old this year. He plans to keep practicing his fighting skills in the next few years. He hopes to be as strong as Romon when he grows up. He will organize a team of demon hunters to hunt and study monsters.

Ace's fighting talent is actually mediocre, but hard work can make up for it. He believes that as long as he persists in reasonable exercise, he can also have good strength in adulthood.

After the two of them finished exercising and had breakfast, Ace said to his parents seriously:

I am ten years old this year. If I want to become a citizen, it is already a relatively late time to learn to read. I have been saving money for the past three years, and now I have enough money for about three months of tuition. I want to learn to read at Peter the Polymath. He recruits a certain number of students every summer, and according to the rules I observed, the enrollment will start in the next few days.

After hearing this, Romon became silent.