As soon as he talked about this topic, Mobak became annoyed: "How can you find a good seedling? Your sister had already snatched it up. This old ghost is so lucky." After a pause, he gloated again: "Haha, let him instigate him and almost killed everyone. Now, he was driven back to the steel bone collar. See how he taught Melissa. He will lose the assessment next year."

Seber said with a compliment: "Saint, do you think I look like a good seedling? My sister and I are brothers and sisters, and her talent must have been passed down to me."

Seber actually didn't understand what genetics mean, but Mr. Luo said that he did not inherit his sister's talent and suspected that he was not his biological child, so he could probably guess that genetics, even if his sister had it, he should have.

Mobak gave him a look and smiled: "Ninety-four,683 plus forty-five,562 plus eighty-five,88888 what is the equivalent of? I'll calculate it in one minute."

"Ah? How much is 90,000?" Seber's mind was so angry that he could not even remember the numbers clearly. How could he calculate it?

Mobac slowed down and repeated it, but Seber still didn't remember it.

"I can't even remember the numbers, but I dare to say that I have talent? Is it the talent of farming?" When I didn't face the King of Steel Bone, Mobak's mouth was actually quite poisonous.

Seber was angry: "I just want to learn magic, but I don't want to learn mathematics. You ask me what I'm doing."

Mobak smiled again, reached out and drew a pentagram in the air: "Magic not only requires learning mathematics, but also geometry. Do you calculate how many degrees the inner angle of each corner is? The angle is not accurate, how can you draw the magic circle accurately?"

Seber was so angry that he hugged his hands in front of his chest, turning his head away from paying attention to Mobac.

Mobak smiled secretly. Of course, there is no need for mathematics or geometry to learn magic. He just doesn't want to accept Seber as a student. This guy's talent is incomparable to Melissa. He has an unstable temperament and a big temper. He is not a good candidate for a student.

He is not going to be with Ronsard. Even if he can't find a talented student like Melissa, he will at least have to find someone similar. What's the matter with accepting Seber? Are you really not afraid that Melissa will fight the whole game next year? Will Ronsard ride on him and shit on his head?

He is about to enter the human world, and more than one billion living humans are allowed to choose from, but he is afraid that he will not be able to find a talented student like Melissa?

"Ninety-nine,133." Lina suddenly said a number.

"What?" Mobak and others were stunned for a moment, looking at Lina for no reason, and they were a little confused about what it meant to suddenly pop up a set of numbers.

"The addition of your set of additions just now is 999,133." Lina repeated affirmatively.

"Uh..." It's Mobak's turn to sit down. He just said a few words and just now, but he couldn't answer the numbers. After saying that, he forgot it. How could he remember it? Even if he remembered it, he probably couldn't figure it out.

"Haha, hehe, the answer is correct. Unfortunately, you have been booked by Dodalian long ago. He thinks that you are calm and quick to take action. You are the best candidate for being an assassin. When he finds materials for the invisible cloak, he will come to ask for your opinion." Just pretend that the answer is correct, you have forgotten it anyway.

"Ah! Lord Dodalian?" Lina was a little unbelievable and excited. Lord Dodalian actually felt that she was calm and had a quick move. This was unprecedented for Lina. Those people in the past only regarded her as a tool, so they would not care about her feelings.

Suddenly, Linna felt an urge to die for her confidant.

"Little Seber, why don't you be my student?" A bald strong man with a slab riveted on his head sat up from the carriage and said to Seber with a smile.

"No." Seber jumped up as soon as he heard this: "Uncle Gray, you have collected more than a dozen students this month. As long as you live, you will collect them. You will have no time to teach me."

Grey is the lich with a hole in his head, and the Lich King sent by Luo Zhao to protect the caravan. After making up for his brain and revitalization, Grey is more like a hideous bandit.

"One is teaching, and ten are teaching. You are now a lich and have an eternal life. Don't worry about wasting your life too much. Learn everything, find the knowledge you are interested in and then concentrate on studying. This is the learning attitude that the eternal life should have."

After a pause, Gray continued: "If you are interested in magic, you don't have to worry about any talent. What your sister has learned in one year, you can learn for ten years, one hundred years, and you will be able to master it one day. Although the students I have received are mediocre talents, who can guarantee that they will not become magicians like me in a few hundred years?"

Seber was stunned for a moment, and then felt that Gray was very reasonable. He was now an eternal lich. As long as he studied hard, he would become a magician one day. Why bother to care about his talents and teachers?

"You are right, Uncle Gray, I am willing to learn magic from you." Seber said loudly.

"That's good. I'll get you as a student. If the teacher has something to do, the student will serve you. I'll leave the warning tonight tonight. I'll go to bed."

"Ah? Uncle Gray, you took me as a student and asked me to watch you at night? You are too sinister."

"Call the teacher, it's impolite. If the teacher doesn't develop a good spirit, how can you teach you? Be obedient, otherwise I will hang you up, and Mobak will not care."

"You are cruel!" Seber's roar of gritting teeth and everyone's laughter came from the night sky.

As she laughed and made a fuss, the sun in the wasteland rose.

The cloth curtains are pulled up and put between the carriages. All the bone horses hide in the shadows of the cloth curtains to protect the sun. The sun protection effect of the cloth curtains is not good. If it is a human-shaped skeleton, they will dig a hole to bury themselves. The bone horses have to dig out the sand pits to bury themselves, and the project volume is too large.

The sun slowly rose, facing the rising sun, and Mobak suddenly sensed something.

Looking directly at the sun was the thing that the undead was most reluctant to do. Mobak put on his shadow cloak and then looked in the direction where the sun rose. He actually saw a bunch of black shadows jumping rapidly in the sun's light.

"Is this..., enemy attack?" Mobak murmured uncertainly. He never thought he would be attacked, just like Hawkshop had never thought that a small South American country would throw nuclear bombs at him, but Mobak ignored one thing. The steel-boned collar has not moved for three hundred years.

Three hundred years is a long time for mankind, just like many people don’t know how many tragedies happened in the late Ming Dynasty, but there are written records.

In this world where pamper scrolls are still being used, nobles and mages monopolize knowledge and writing, and the light hidden will be funny behind it. As long as you move a little, history will be twisted to the point of nothing more.

So Mobak thought that the deterrent effect of the steel-boned collar on the human world was just a beautiful wish. At this point, including Luo Heng, he greatly underestimated the forgetfulness of human beings.

What's more, the attackers did not regard them as caravans with steel collars, so naturally there was no deterrence.

So, a team of cavalry rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, clearly appearing in Mobak's perception.
Chapter completed!