Sean looked at everything that happened in front of him in surprise. Because this memory was too old and the information in it was not complete, he could not fully understand the causes and consequences of everything.

However, from the conversation just now, he could feel that this Begwood seemed to be a wizard, but a squin, a so-called silencer.

I don't have to guess what it means, and I heard that he seems to have found other ways to use magic.

This made Sean cheer up and carefully observed and recorded everything that was happening in front of him.

Bergwood stared at the tube on the cauldron, muttering constantly.

"Magic, energy, everything has become within reach. It turns out that the real mystery is so simple. Hum, hell, I've been fooled by them for so many years, 'use of magic must be paid', lies, everything is a lie!"

"The old guys in the academy will soon regret kicking me out of the academy! I will make them pay the price! Hehehehe."

Bergwood's voice changed from resentment to manic, almost crazy.

Finally, blue bubbles appeared in the tube. Begwood was overjoyed, and Sean became happy. He watched Begwood twist a valve on the crucible. The blue smoke slowly flowed down from the crucible, condensed into a dark blue crystal clear liquid in the cooling tube, falling into the glass bottle below.

The process lasted for a long time until no blue smoke emerged from the crucible. Bergwood closed the crucible, covered the bottle containing the blue liquid, and carefully picked it up. The bottle contained about 100 ml of blue liquid. He shook it gently, looking at the liquid in the bottle and his eyes were blurred and intoxicated.

"So wonderful, so moving, hahahahahaha." Bergwood completely concealed the smile in his heart, and laughter came out strangely from his throat. It can be imagined that it must be an extremely important gain.

It was indeed very beautiful. Sean thought to himself, he was a little curious. This thing should have been extracted from those magical items. It must be very "magic". It looks a bit like the magic potion in the game. Could it be used to drink it? It is used to replenish magic?

Boom! A loud noise interrupted Bergwood's excitement, and he pricked up his ears, as if he was a little uncertain whether it was his auditory hallucination.

Boom! The impact sound came again, from somewhere under your feet. Begwood hurriedly ran upstairs along the stairs, standing on the balcony of the tower and looking outside. At this time, Sean discovered that Begwood's laboratory was located in a tall tower, and the tower stood on a hill.

It was dark night around, and the outline of a dilapidated village could be seen in the distance. On the slope below, a group of villagers holding torches were hitting the gate of the tower with a large wooden stake, holding pitchforks, scythes, axes, flails, and several holding muskets or hunting crossbows.

Bergwood was furious, "Hey, what are you doing? Stop it. This is the residence of the great wizard Bergwood. How dare you be so arrogant?"

The villagers heard the shouts and watched.

"That ghost thing is on it!"

"Go and find the judge."

"Cum down."

"Break the door open."

The villagers below shouted, and one of them raised his hunting rifle. Sean heard a roar and the bullet hit the window frame on the balcony. The gravel splashed, causing no damage, but successfully angered Begwood.

"You must be punished for being so arrogant and rude!"

Bergwood raised his hand and recited a difficult spell in his mouth, but Sean instantly understood it. The spell should mean - "Fire Bear!"

A flame suddenly spurted out from the ground, and the surging pillars of fire flooded a villager and instantly burned into a screaming fireman, scaring the surrounding villagers backed down one after another.

Bergwood waved his hand again—"The wind gushed!"

A small tornado appeared, whistling and swept two villagers into it. The gravel in the wind tore the villagers' flesh and blood and throw it out, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Bergwood waved his hand again—"Thunder lightning flashes!"

Several spherical lightnings appeared around him. With his wave of his hand, the lightning flew towards the villagers. The speed was not very fast, but it seemed to have a tracking function and followed him like a shadow. The villagers were so scared that they ran around and didn't want to hit the wood. However, the locked villagers ran dozens of meters, but were still caught up by the lightning. With a scream, they turned into coke.

Sean was so dazzling that he saw it. Yes, it was this kind of magic, and that was what he wanted.

He had already recorded these spells firmly. Now he only hoped that Bergwood could cast more magic, but Bergwood began to show off when he looked at the embarrassed villagers.

"Hahaha, now I know how great I am. This is the end of provoking the great Bergwood."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Responding to him was more bullets and crossbow arrows. The villagers used flintlock rifles with limited accuracy, but Bergwood still scared him to retract his head.

The sound of the door ramming sounded downstairs again, followed by the crackling sound of the door breaking, and the villagers rushed into the door cheering.

Bergwood glanced outside the balcony and his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

"It's over, it's no help, these damn mobs! Why, I just want to find a place to study magic with peace of mind!"

He mumbled, rushed down the balcony quickly, returned to the laboratory and started packing. However, after he had packed up a few pieces, he heard the sound of footsteps and shouts under the stairs.

The villagers roared and yelled, getting closer and closer.

Bergwood dared not delay any more, he waved his arm towards the wall - "The magic door opens!"

A vortex-like portal emerged out of thin air, and behind the door you can see images of nearby forests.

He plunged in.

The woods turned in front of me, and Bergwood looked back at the tower on the hill behind me, and thick smoke and fire were lit in the window.

"At least I'm still alive, as long as I'm alive, there's still hope." Bergwood comforted himself (Shawn was deeply suspicious of this).

He walked down the hillside, preparing to leave the place silently, but things went against his wishes. Without any warning, a crossbow arrow was deeply nailed into his back.

Bergwood screamed, and the severe pain caused him to fall to the ground, and blood kept flowing out of the wounds on his waist. Sean also took a breath of air conditioning. It hurt so much, it should have hurt his intestines. He felt that he had become accustomed to these pains in his memory, but every time he was injured, he still couldn't help but yell in secret.

Bergwood was in pain even more severe, and his vision was getting ghosted. Several men in black windbreakers and masks emerged from behind the surrounding trees, holding crossbows or holding silver swords.

It was a wizard hunter! An idea emerged in Bergwood's mind. Sean felt this idea and probably determined the time when this memory occurred.

The wizard hunter emerged during the reign of King Marlow 150 years ago, and there are brief records in the history books of the Sword Castle.
Chapter completed!