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Douro Continent. Adventures of the Little Wizard
墨書 Inktalez
Volume One, Chapter One
The terrible weather showed no mercy for the arrival of the festival, as dark clouds accompanied by heavy fog had gathered over Grebe Manor early in the morning. The already densely forested estate, combined with the ancient buildings, seemed even more oppressive in the silent gloom.
Lanslow was still curled up in bed, despite his dear mother coming in earlier to tug at his ears and urge him to get up. However, as soon as his mother stepped out of the room, he promptly buried himself back under the covers.
"Damn the early rising, this weather is perfect for sleeping in. Lanslow smacked his lips and prepared to continue playing chess with Merlin, completely unaware of Mrs.Grebe's gloomy face appearing at the door.
Next, after a gentle Chinese morning exercise, Lanslow pouted and rubbed his red ears and cheeks, feeling wronged as he changed into the clothes prepared the night before and was chased off to wash up."
As you can see, Lanslow's mother is a great beauty from the distant East, while his father is a true-born English native—rumored to be an heir of a quite famous pure-blood family.
Lanslow walked to the restaurant with a heavy heart, looking at the worn-out carpet under his feet.
Before coming to the UK, Mr. Grebe had already imagined everything that a pure-blood wizard in England would possess. However, upon arriving, he hadn't even encountered a domestic elf, only this castle-like estate, cobwebs entangled in the corners of the ceiling, and wooden floors that looked like they could crack open at any moment.
According to his father, such a structure for an estate is extremely common among pure-blood families.
The house is at least half made of wood, and there are candlesticks lighting everywhere.
Clearly, the wizards in England lack a sense of safety. Lanslow muttered to himself.
"Hey, baby boy, come over here! Look what I found, this novel called 'Douluo' seems pretty good, come take a look too!"
Mr. Grebe sat at the dining table, holding a modern technological device that completely contradicted his pure-blood wizard image, excited to show his son the new novel he had just found last night.
Yes, this powerful wizard, since discovering the existence of online novels, has been completely immersed in them. His greatest interest every day is to open a certain website in the men's category, searching for stories of battling monsters, leveling up, and counterattacking, until he is firmly reprimanded by his dear wife and finally restrains himself.
Lanslow pouted and reluctantly moved towards his father, not wanting to get involved at all.
"Dad, if mom finds out you're reading novels again, you're done for. Remember last time when you stayed up all night for a week to finish a novel with thousands of chapters and completely forgot your anniversary with mom? She made you kneel and eat instant noodles for half a day, and then you were chased by lightning and wailed all over the place, remember?"
"Son, what have I taught you—?" Mr. Grebe raised his eyebrows unhappily, "If you keep exposing my old secrets like this, starting tomorrow, you'll have to continue memorizing those ancient dark spells!"
"Oh come on, Dad, I'm just reminding you! Besides, I've already memorized those spells and can perfectly control the magic output - and if you throw one more person into the basement, I'll tell Mom about you sneaking a novel!" Lanslow complained discontentedly.
"Now tell me what?" Mrs.Grebe's voice sounded like a gentle command behind the father and son.
Two people stopped moving at the same time, then turned their heads stiffly together to look at the smiling Mrs.Grebe. Lanslow saw the situation was not good, silently lowered his head to play dead, but was pulled out by his father to take the blame.
"Darling, you are still beautiful and charming today. I was discussing with our dear son about his mastery of spells, and it seems that Lance is doing a fantastic job, exceeding expectations, right, son?"
Grebe Mr. looked down at the turtle-shaped Lanslow and kept sending eye signals.
"Ah—yes, Mom, I've learned a new spell again—" Lanslow drawled, taking over the conversation.
"Is that so, darling?" Mrs.Grebe ignored her pitiful husband tugging at her sleeve and turned to Lanslow, her beautiful obsidian-like eyes blatantly conveying: You better tell the truth, or you're in big trouble, my dear son.
Why do the wars between adults have to involve me, an innocent child? I've said I don't want to get involved in your business!
Lanslow wailed in his heart.
"Mom, it's like this - hey! Mom! Look quickly! There's an owl outside the window!" Lanslow was about to sulk and prepare to blame his father, but then his eyes drifted to the dusty window where a brown owl was perched on the frame, seemingly holding something in its beak.
"You better not be looking for an excuse..." Mrs.Grebe looked suspiciously in the direction her son was pointing, and sure enough, saw what he had described.
"I knew it!" Mr. Grebe exclaimed excitedly as he leaped from his seat and walked over to the window, opening it to let the owl fly in. "Ha! Just as I expected, my son!"
Lanslow took his mother's hand and curiously walked over. He reached out to touch the owl's head, and it gently nuzzled his palm before placing the envelope it was carrying into Lanslow's hand.
"What is this?" Lanslow looked at the letter in confusion.
"More precisely," Mr. Grebe changed his usual unserious demeanor and said seriously to his son, "This is your acceptance letter."
"Is that the school you used to mention often?" Lanslow's eyes lit up, "Hogwarts?!"
"That's right!" Mr. Grebe proudly puffed out his chest when talking about his alma mater, but soon deflated due to his wife's next words.
"Congratulations, my darling, this is what you deserve!" Mrs.Grebe bent down and kissed Lanslow's fair cheek, then looked coldly at her husband. "And you, dear Williams, for your return to your old job, the cleaning of this house is yours today."
With that, she raised the phone she had been holding in her hand. Then she took the colorful letter from Lanslow's hand, opened it, and read the contents aloud in a low voice.
After finishing reading, she said thoughtfully, "It's still early, Lanslow, you can go with your dad to buy what you need tomorrow. So today, why don't you go to the yard and practice the new spell I taught you yesterday!"
"Why—" Lanslow wailed, "We agreed that I could ride the broom around nearby today!"
He has been looking forward to this for a long time!
"Shh, sir, I didn't tell you the truth in time." Mrs.Grebe completely ignored her son's tearful face, she smiled and pinched the other person's chubby cheeks, and walked into the kitchen in a very good mood.
Grebe Mr. sympathetically patted his son and comforted him. "At least you're just practicing, right? Look at your old man, he has to spend a whole day reciting to this old house to make it look brand new."
"You previously said it was a very old and great house!" Lanslow pointed out without hesitation.
"Sigh, if I hadn't said that, you wouldn't have run to pester your mom to come to England." Grebe Mr. slyly smiled like an old fox. "Alright son, come with me, let dad tell you about that novel! Your mom is probably still cooking for a while!"
So why don't we have house-elves! Lanslow silently complained in his heart.
So Lanslow had a quite fulfilling morning.
As he sat at the dining table, cutting the bacon on his plate with a knife and fork, his mind was still swirling with the endless plot his father had just recounted. He had never thought that a novel could be so far-fetched, and yet his father seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
Lanslow was chewing bacon and eggs in his mouth, while his mind started to imagine a storyline.
"Lance! Hey! Wipe that silly look off your face, I can hardly bear to look at it," Mr. Grebe reached out and waved his hand in front of Lanslow, diverting the little guy's attention.
"Dad!" Lanslow called out discontentedly.
He had just planned out the plot development!
The result was interrupted by Mr. Grebe, and I immediately forgot most of it.
"You brat, we are all worried about your future, and you are acting like a little monster!" Mr. Grebe said unhappily.
"Darling, which academy would you like to go to? Or perhaps, which animal are you more interested in?" Mrs.Grebe gently guided Lanslow to think.
"I think I would prefer that snake—" Lanslow quickly finished the remaining food on the plate, muttering indistinctly.
"Ah ha! Look! This is my son, just like his father!" Mr. Grebe exclaimed, giving the table a pat before wisely closing his mouth under his wife's amused gaze.
"Darling, I respect your choice. But clearly, your manners like this will be fiercely mocked by those self-righteous reptiles,"
As a Ravenclaw, Mrs.Grebe sarcastically pursed her lips and emphasized her tone when talking about her high self-esteem, causing a nearby Slytherin to shrink back and try to lower their presence.
She took a sip of her tea and continued slowly, "But I bet those kids don't know half the spells you do, so I'm confident you won't be bullied."
"If... it's not as you say..." Lanslow weakly voiced, he needed to find a way out in advance for dozing off during his future theory classes!
Mrs.Grebe shot him a dagger-like look and smiled kindly, "My dear son, you can try. If I find out, my own child would be no better than someone else's. Forget about your new broom, pocket money, snacks, and even Quidditch matches in the future."
Lanslow let out a mournful cry and looked to his father for help, but the latter could only shrug helplessly.
"So, darling Lans, what are you waiting for? If I remember correctly, you still have a spell to practice, don't you?" Mrs.Grebe lifted her eyelids and elegantly set down her teacup.
The angry but silent Lanslow could only walk out of the restaurant with a tearful face, and slowly moved to the open space in the backyard of the manor.
Poor, weak, and helpless, but can still eat and sleep.
Lanslow did not draw his wand from his waist, but instead practiced spells out of thin air - at his mother's strong insistence, he had learned non-verbal magic at a very young age.
In fact, Mrs.Grebe should have been in Slytherin, as she has precise control of magic and a rich knowledge of dark and white magic. It's hard for anyone to imagine that this talented wizard from the East would ultimately choose Ravenclaw.
"Chrono Crosser——"
Lanslow waved his hand, but nothing happened. The surroundings were quiet as if Merlin was taking a nap.
Shouldn't it be? He scratched his head in confusion, then calmed down, closed his eyes, and concentrated on controlling the magic output, reciting the spell again.
Suddenly, a white light appeared in the courtyard, gently enveloping Lanslow.
Soon, the light disappeared, and at the same time, Lanslow disappeared along with the light cluster.
Bashu has always been known as the Land of Abundance, and the most famous sect there is the Tang Sect.
The location of Tang Sect is a mysterious place. Many people only know that it is halfway up a mountain, and at the top of this mountain where Tang Sect is located, there is a terrifying name - Ghost Valley.
A stone thrown from the top of the Guījiànchóu Cliff takes a full nineteen seconds to be heard hitting the bottom of the mountain, indicating its great height. It is because of these nineteen seconds that it surpasses the eighteen levels of hell, and thus earns its name.
A young man dressed in gray stands at the peak of Guījiànchóu, unaffected by the biting mountain wind. From the large Tang character on his chest, it is clear that he is from the Tang Sect, and the gray clothing signifies that he is an outer disciple of the Tang Sect.
He is twenty-nine years old this year. He entered the Tang Sect shortly after birth and ranks third among the outer disciples. Among the inner disciples, he is known as Tang San.
Tang San's emotions at this time are very calm, or it can be said that this is the calmest moment of his life.
Looking at the elders surrounding him in a fan shape not far away, including the head of the Tang Sect inner elders' hall, Mr. Tang, there are a total of seventeen elders, and the seventeen who are climbing the mountain at this time.
The elders did not speak, and at this time, they had not yet recovered from the appearance of the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus.
Looking at the elders bowing their heads in silence, Tang San smiled bitterly, "Everything about Tang San is given by Tang Sect. Whenever, Tang San is a person of Tang Sect, and in death, a ghost of Tang Sect. I know, the elders will not allow the body of an outer disciple who violated the rules to remain in Tang Sect. In that case, let me turn to bone in the nature of Bashu."
Tang San's calm and even somewhat excited voice finally awakened the elders. When they looked up at him, they saw a layer of milky white energy spreading out from his body.
"Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, you actually learned the highest internal strength of our sect from Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?" Mr. Tang exclaimed.
With a loud explosion, the elders quickly retreated to guard against Tang San suddenly attacking.
Tang San smiled and said, "Naked I came, naked I go. The Buddha's anger, Tang Lian, can be considered the last gift Tang San left for the sect. Now, apart from me, nothing else has been taken from Tang Sect. The manuals are all under the first brick inside my room. Tang San will now return everything to Tang Sect."
After speaking, he suddenly took a step back, astonishing the elders of Tang Sect as they found themselves unable to stop him. They saw Tang San dart forward like lightning, leaping down towards the Ghost Douluo in front, and disappeared into the mist that pervaded the mountains.
Guījiànchóu, nà rēng xià yī kuài shítou yě yào shǔ shàng shíjiǔ miǎo, yòu zěnme kěnéng yǔnxǔ yīgè rén bèi yúnwù yōngbào jiē zhù? Zhège bèi wù yǐwéi píngfánle yīshēng de nánrén, yòng shuí yě méi liàodào de fāngshì yǒngyuǎn de líkāile zhège shìjiè.
Ér lìng yībiān, tā de lìng yīchǎng mìngyùn cái gānggāng kāishǐ.
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