Headshot Wizard - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Simple and Rude Face Slap

Lance had a long dream.

In his dream, he was standing on top of the peak, and under his feet was a dense crowd of ants. Countless people were crawling on the ground, shouting something in their mouths, while the wizards with cloaks and serious expressions looked at him indifferently.

He just felt that he was full of power, and all the chips had been activated.

At this moment, a crack suddenly opened in the sky above the sky, and a cold voice suddenly sounded: “I want to take back all your things…”

In an instant, Lance was deprived of all the chips, and he shouted in horror: “No!”

Everyone watched him struggle with cold eyes.

…

However, he knew that this was just a dream. This feeling is very strange. It is clear that you are deeply in a dream, and that feeling is so real, but your subconscious mind can clearly tell you that this is just a dream.

Lance curled his lips and cursed: “Fuck, no one can take Lao Tzu’s things.”

Then he woke up.

“Brother Lance! Brother Lance!”

Opening his eyes, Lance saw an anxious face blankly. Irene was holding a candle in her hand, and the girl’s white face looked very beautiful under the candlelight.

Lance shook his head abruptly, the sharp pain in his mind still did not disappear. The only thing that made him feel at ease was that the rune of the secondary meditation technique was still clearly engraved in his mind. He was unfamiliar and familiar with this rune. He remembered every stroke and detail of this rune clearly.

“Why did you fall asleep? Did you know that your father is dying of anger!” Seeing Lance not waking up, Irene said anxiously, “If you don’t go there again, I’m afraid you will have it tomorrow. Kicked out of the castle!”

Irene’s words immediately awakened Lance from his dazed state.

He stood up abruptly and looked out the window: “Damn, why is it dark!?”

Irene said silently, “Everyone has finished dinner and is waiting for you. The wizard of Amman has arrived, and there are others. When I went to the garden today, I heard from the eldest lady that tonight my father and the tax officials and patrols in the territory The captain and the others have an important meeting. If you don’t rush over, my father may not wait for you to have a meeting with those people directly.”

When Langston broke out in a cold sweat, he didn’t say much at the moment. After thanking Irene, the two walked directly to the lobby on the first floor.

Fortunately, although the castle is deep and secluded, the place where Lance lives and the restaurant are still not far away. When Lance arrived, the table had been cleaned up.

The Viscount-sama is still sitting there indifferently, and to his right is the Amman Wizard. Lance raised his eyes and looked at it. In addition to his younger sisters and the eldest wife, there were also a few strange faces and the captain of the castle patrol.

“It seems that Irene is right. My cheap daddy is going to a meeting in a while.” Lance felt frightened for a while, he hurried over and said, “My father, teacher, I…”

“Shut up!” The Viscount suddenly interrupted Lance’s attempt to explain. His eyebrows were filled with anger and tiredness, and he waved his hand: “Wizard Amman, let’s get started.”

The old wizard nodded, everyone knew what would happen next-because such a thing had happened once last night.

The Viscount smiled mockingly, but she was a clever woman, knowing that the Viscount loved Lance, so she was determined not to speak ill of Lance in front of the Viscount, so as not to arouse the Viscount’s disgust. Instead, she said softly, “My dear, Lance hasn’t come here until now. Something must be exhausting. Why don’t you let the kitchen give him something to fill up his stomach?”

Upon hearing this, the disgust on the Viscount’s face became stronger. In this castle, others have always waited for him, and he hasn’t waited for others yet. On the surface, the eldest lady was kindly helping Lance, but in fact she secretly reminded the Viscount Lance that he was late for a long time.

Lance glanced at this scheming woman and didn’t say a word. He knew that no matter what he said was inappropriate now, it was better to be silent.

“I don’t have time to wait for him to finish his meal and draw another hour, and then nothing happens.” The Viscount stared at Lance and said impatiently, “Amman, it’s starting now. Lan. Si, this is your last chance. Remember, you only have fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes later, Amman will personally appraise. If you can’t write the introductory rune, then I will send you to church. Go back and pack your bags tonight.”

There was a look of joy on the Viscountess’s face. Although her son did well, Lance was never favored. In her heart, this fellow Lance was a scourge. If he stayed in the castle forever, if the Viscount couldn’t think of passing him the title, it would be terrible.

However, Lance’s poor performance all the time made her feel a little relieved. Coupled with the strong style of the Viscount, she has been restrained from not attacking Lance.

“Now it seems that my approach is indeed wise. This kid is a trash and will be driven to the church tomorrow.” The Viscountess and Bigge looked at each other, and both mother and daughter were beaming. It was almost impossible to celebrate.

A few strange faces were standing respectfully beside the hall. They looked at Lance with some curiosity. Most of the people in the Viscount Domain had already heard of this second young master. But for them, these things in the castle are not what they should take care of. They only need to be loyal to the powerful Viscount Lord.

“Okay, Lance, don’t be nervous, just relax and write.” The Amman wizard took out a clean animal skin. Anyway, these animal skins were supplied to him by the Viscount. It doesn’t hurt to use Amman for his son.

Lance nodded, took the black swan quill dipped in magic ink from the old wizard, and stood in front of the animal skin.

The atmosphere instantly solidified.

Everyone looked at Lance, with different meanings in their eyes, some were contempt, some were jealous, some were disdain, and some were hope.

Irene held her chin and looked at Lance with some worry.

“If Brother Lance can’t write it this time, what should I do?” the girl thought sadly.

Everyone stared at Lance, who knew that this guy was still holding a pen for a long time.

Time passed by. Five minutes later, Biqi, who was sitting next to her mother, couldn’t help but mumble: “What’s the matter? Don’t write if you can’t write.”

The Viscount didn’t speak, but judging from his expression, he didn’t have any hope of this ineffective son.

The Viscountess took Peach’s hand and motioned to her not to speak. At this time, she had to pretend to be obedient. The Viscount is not a fool, and his mother and daughter talk too much, but it is easy to arouse disgust, and it is completely unnecessary to get into trouble now.

Everyone’s gaze at Lance turned into pity. The descendants of a dignified nobleman would be sent to the ascetic camp of the church. What a bleak fate?

“Lance, you have three minutes left.” After a while, the old wizard reminded.

Lance nodded as if he was awakened in a dream, and everyone could only shake their heads in their hearts as they looked at him. On the contrary, the viscountess continued to behave and asked with concern: “Lance, are you okay? If you feel bad, you may postpone it for a while and finish writing.”

Lance smiled and replied, “Thank you for your concern, Madam, I’m fine, just in a daze.”

In a daze?

Everyone is completely speechless. In this kind of situation, can you also be in a daze? This can no longer be described as waste, right?

The Viscount himself couldn’t help but snorted.

The captain of the castle patrol sighed secretly in his heart, and turned his face unbearably. He saw Lance fainted to write the rune last night with his own eyes. Today he doesn’t want to relive the terrible scene.

Who knew that after Lance said this, he suddenly picked up a pen and began to write on the hide.

For a moment, the hall was quiet like a dense forest in the early morning, except for Lance’s brushing writing.

Three minutes later, when the time was up, Lance’s pen also stopped.

A smile flashed across the lady’s face. She turned her head and said to the Viscount: “My dear, Lance is still young after all. Tomorrow, I will go to the ascetic monk camp. How about I let Mingde accompany him? I can also escort him along the way. .”

The Viscount didn’t say a word, and got up to leave.

At this moment, the wizard of Amman, who took the skins that Lance handed over, suddenly exclaimed strangely:

“Lance, did you write it down?!!!”

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and the face of the Viscountess who reacted the fastest immediately turned into a pig liver color.

Lance shrugged: “My father, I think I’m a little hungry.”