Chapter 438: The Mirror Of Rebellion (1/2)

Chapter 438: The Mirror Of Rebellion

When Bernardino turned to leave and was about to look for the tower master, a twisted “huhost

However, describing the

He had no hair and not even hands His “characteristic” could only be roughly estis that allowed him to “stand”

He wore a faceless blackred “α” symbol He had a jet-black cloak, and his overly slender body resehtly retracted cloak

It was like a living colu this hu Bernardino raised the corner of his mouth

He narrowed his eyes and bowed deeply to the man Then, he spoke in a slow, polite, and artificial voice, “Lord Hugo… long ti time no see, Bernard”

It was somewhat unexpected

After avoice came out from under the black mask, “I haven’t seen you for about ten years”

“After all, you have cultivatedpeople” Bernardino narrowed his eyes and said calmly in a mellifluous voice

Due to the tan curly hair draped to his shoulders, he looked like a noblethe horrific tattoos on his skin, composed of countless alchemy runes

Who would have known he was the son of a fisherman?

He was a huoals

An idiot who lost the token and all the ive him as travel expenses and tuition fees

A person who could not do anything well and could only sell his soul in exchange for a chance to change his fate… a futile wastrel He was an undoubted “laggard” who finally began to explore the path of transcendence after 100 years old

Standing before hi son of the toas less than half his age back then and had lost his physical body

The talent that everyone was looking forward to

A genius wizard who successfully advanced to Silver Rank at seventeen

The one who saved himself from the unfortunate hell… his only friend

Of course, since Bernardino, as forty-three years old, o, as seventeen years old… He had been unable to look directly at Hugo’s brilliance

Hugo was his only friend

But he was not Hugo’s only friend, and he did not even know if he was considered a friend Or was it just pity? Or a charity to the pitiful?

But now, everything had been reversed

What kind of creature was the “Tower Master”? He had long understood

He was a pitiful fellow like a her its towercould a towerthe tower?

In Bernardino’s view, freedom was undoubtedly taken away

It orse than losing freedom

The tower master was a voluntary sacrifice

The eneration of tower masters was to cultivate the next heir It was also a contract formed between the tower master and the tower After the heir was qualified to inherit the [Tower], the tower master would put all his soul and curse into the heir’s body and become one with the candidate’s soul

It was not so roup”

The twenty-four wizard towers brought from the East by the Mysterious Lady had always been like this This systeeneration