Chapter 91 Damastes Scorching Fang

Chapter 1023 Damastes Scorching Fang

There is no turning point, and there is no special description.

But Annan felt the despair of the young Isaac from Isaac's plain narration.

When I was most eager for knowledge, the door to knowledge was closed abruptly.

"And after that?"

Annan couldn't help asking.

"how to say……"

Isaac stopped in his tracks.

He looked up to the sky.

Denisawia's skies are as blue as ever.

Just like the sky he saw from the window when he was locked in a small black room in the past.

"My heart...was even filled with hatred."

Isaac whispered: "I wanted to die at one point - wanted to crash into the corner of the table so that the family couldn't use me to get money. My uncle might avenge me...but I'm afraid It hurts so I didn't do it.

"Then I changed my mind...Even if I die, I should never let them go. Because in the end, I don't owe them, but they owe me.

"—the mother who coaxed me to take out the money; the stepfather who took all the money away; the younger siblings who laughed at me as a 'nerd'; the grandmother who didn't want anything to happen to me and locked me up for 'no money'... …I even wanted a fire to set my room on fire and burn myself and all of them to death.

"Perhaps in a certain future, I have already done so. After all, the hatred is too strong and realistic, like the visceral breath overflowing from the cut abdomen, which is disgusting.

"I even wondered at one point... wondered if I had killed them and gone to jail. And it drove me crazy and hallucinated that I hadn't done it...

"But in the end, I calmed down. Because I saw the books in my room.

"—I thought, if I burn this room down, they will be burned too. How many times I still have a chance to read books, and maybe there is somewhere, there are children who are as hungry for knowledge as I am, but even books Can't afford it.

"So I thought, if I really can't go to school... I'll teach myself."

Isaac's voice was sonorous and firm: "The books I bought contained a lot of knowledge that we hadn't learned and hadn't touched. I bought those books partly because I couldn't wait, and partly because I couldn't wait." In order to show off my talents to my classmates-look, I can even read such advanced books.

"Of course, I don't really understand those books. Even if I could,

But also only half-knowledgeable.

"But I couldn't go out anyway. So I concentrated on maths, and a month passed like that... My uncle still didn't send any money."

Speaking of this, Isaac's voice gradually became ethereal: "So, they took my books and sold them, and there was not a single book left.

"Part of the money from the sale was used to repay the debt of the orchard. The other part was used to celebrate my sister's birthday - I was given a chicken leg and a bowl of ham soup to encourage my 'contribution' But I can't eat it at all, I even feel nauseous.

"So I put them on my sister's head. And that was the first time I ever got spanked - but I watched her cry and just wanted to laugh. So I laughed out loud as I was spanked. Voice.

"Or the whisper was too harsh. My stepfather became afraid of me and didn't dare to beat me up. I was just locked in a small dark room-this time even the food was only half the amount, and even the whale oil lamp There is no, let alone scratch paper that can only be used with lights.

"But I expected it."

Isaac said with a smile on his face: "I guessed that they would sell my books sooner or later. In fact, I had almost memorized them in that month.

"Even if there were no books, no pens, no light, they couldn't stop me from continuing to learn-at least until I digested that knowledge."

"So, I was in a small dark room with my eyes closed and I used my imagination to construct a formula. I imagined light forming words and emerging in front of me... My imagination is very good, these numbers Rapid changes, and will not collapse.

"Until one day, when I instinctively stretched out my hand, as usual, I wrote 'numbers' in the void like a pen.

"—the green light reflected by the 'number' illuminates my fingers in the dark night."

This is the talent of a "wizard".

Annan heard it immediately.

Because of an extremely strong desire and an exceptionally clear desire, Isaac, who was still a teenager, became a "wizard apprentice" without a teacher.

According to Isaac's account, his stepfather was obviously the type who didn't see the rabbit and didn't scatter the eagle. If he couldn't suppress him, he wouldn't care about "a child born to his wife's previous husband" who even had a different surname from his own.

As the childhood sweetheart of Isaac's mother, Isaac's mother was supposed to marry him. But in the end she married "Flamel" who had better talent, more beautiful appearance and more noble blood.

Annan could even imagine that Isaac's stepfather would probably call him "elven bastard" or something like that.

After all, Isaac's mere existence proved his failure-he was not the winner who won Isaac's mother, but a spare tire.

Even though Isaac's biological father had been dead for many years, he still didn't get all the love from Isaac's mother.

Now, he even needs money from Uncle Isaac to make a living.

His self-esteem has been completely out of balance, even if he does something more extreme, it is possible...

"Since then, another month has passed. My stepfather finally got the news that my uncle had passed away... I believe he was also desperate at that time."

Because the money he borrowed was destined to be repaid.

Once someone finds out, even if he resells the orchard, he will only be deliberately lowered the price. Ultimately, he would be in debt no matter what.

"So, he sent me to the gambling stall. Using the 'Flamel' blood as a gimmick, he hoped to use me to pay off the debt. The reason was 'someone pays a sum of money every month for him'. But I I believe that he just wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of me because I was useless."

The corners of Isaac's mouth rose slightly, with a sneer on his face: "But there is no such good thing to say about gambling stalls. Gambling stalls are all places that eat people without spit out bones, and it is impossible for a real pawnshop to accept such a big deal. living.

"So the gambler exchanged me for a bargaining chip and asked him to gamble. Needless to say, he not only lost all his money, but even risked his own life. The Tower of Black Glory lacks such a A 'teaching tool' that you don't have to worry about dying.

"And he has always been an old man, so naturally he would not be willing to admit defeat. So he found an opportunity and slipped out... just like that person.

"Obviously, the owner of the gambling stall does not lack a living man like him. So the thugs who caught up didn't show mercy at all - they beat him to death on the street, pierced his stomach with a fish hook , Hanging on the stake. It is used to warn other slaves not to think about escaping.

"But I am worth more than him. The stall owner put his hand on my shoulder and let me watch him being beaten to death beat by beat. The stall owner told me that children are worth more than adults. He will not Sell ​​me to the Black Glory Tower.

"Then he asked me, 'Is there anything you want to say? Is there anything you're good at? Is there anything special about you? If you don't say it, it might be too late.'

"So I calmly told him, 'That man sold me out'. So I showed him the spell I had learned.

"At that time, he was very happy. The stall owner told me that he could sponsor me to study in the Wizard Tower, provided that he signed a contract with him to return to serve him for 60 years after graduation. He also asked if I wanted where to go."

"...You said at the time that you were going to the Jade Pagoda?"

Annan asked.

Isaac chuckled, "Of course not.

"I told him that I would sell myself again. The price was the difference between the value of 'Flamel' and the value of 'Flamel the Spell'.

"—and I took this chip, won myself back in his betting stall, and won a tuition fee. Of course I don't want to go back to Denisoa Theological Seminary... I Since I can't become the bishop of Javon, I can't gain power. I will still be hurt, just like before. And a mathematician can't change anything at all.

"I want actual power - I want to be a wizard.

"The stall owner lost money, but he didn't make it difficult for me. Instead, he explained to me the just-concluded 'Wizard War' seriously, told me the differences between the schools, and chose the right school with me. He also gave me I donated a travel fee and sent my men to escort me out of the city... until I was sent to the Emerald Jade Tower.

"He said to me: 'You gotta make the fucking world a better place. That promise, that's what you sold me.'"

Isaac's emerald green pupils seemed to be burning with flames: "I always remember this promise, and I also remember his name.

"His name is Damastes Scorching Tooth. A loser in the Scorching Tooth family. A sinner who once passionately wanted to change the world, but in the end chose to join forces with evil.

"Although he committed many laws, Denisaua's laws did not punish him—because within a few years after he sent me out, he was found and killed by his enemies. The whole family was killed. "

"...What about later?"

"later……"

Isaac's deep lake-green pupils looked out: "I may have succeeded, or I may have failed. I did make the world a better place...but maybe it wasn't too good either, maybe it was once better than what I saw worse.

"But I've actually done everything I can—I tried. I failed. I'm not a god. I tried my best, and I could only get to the end..."

As Isaac said, he looked at Annan with some expectation and some confusion: "But I think you should be different...Your Majesty. Probably different."

Annan remained silent, slightly clenched his cane.

As he was thinking, Annan's pupils lighted up slightly. Then it was sucked by his ring immediately.

He was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke.

"Do you remember the location of that gambling stall?

"If you remember... take me to see."

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