This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 83 - 78: Berserk Youngster

Chapter 83: Chapter 78: Berserk Youngster

"Kill him, hee hee, as long as you let Adeline do it, Adeline will certainly be able to kill him." In Lilia’s mind, there seemed to be a girl’s giggling voice teasing her, simultaneously pulling at Lilia’s emotions, making the anger in her heart burn even more intensely.

Lucien snorted coldly, casting a glance at the disheveled Lilia before him, his heart filled with mocking laughter.

Two months had passed, and with enough "Praise of Moonlight," he had solidified a total of 131 spiritual runes, far surpassing Lilia in quantity. In terms of purity, he was even more surpassing Lilia, who had practiced the Greybone Meditation Method, by more than one level.

That Lilia would even take the initiative to try to intimidate him by exerting spiritual pressure was like deliberately crashing into a steel plate.

"Alright, we are here to discuss, to resort to violence would be somewhat unwarranted." Bennett, seeing the increasingly tense atmosphere, soothed Lilia with a few words before turning to Lucien.

"Lucien, I’ve heard you’ve come across some ancient Fairy texts. How about we use those for the trade? After all, I won’t be needing this kind of potion anytime soon."

"Agreed," Lucien said, withdrawing the Praise of Moonlight with a flip of his hand, not minding Lilia’s somewhat unsightly expression as he haggled with Bennett.

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"Great Wizard, great Wizard, I beg you... please..." A young man dressed in common farmer’s clothes prostrated on the ground, his body trembling all over.

"My family is still relying on me..." But his pleas were quickly silenced by a vine that had grown out, twisting his body in agony, his eyes filled with a strong desire to live.

In front of him, two half-Fairies were currently using a special Witch Tool to carry out a more detailed test on his blood.

"Will this do?"

"It’s the bloodline of the Sea Spirit, but it’s very weak, not much use," another half-Fairy shook their head, and that statement was undoubtedly like pronouncing death for the man who was bound.

A vine burst forth from the ground and precisely shattered the man’s heart into pieces, his blood flowing rapidly from the gaping wound.

This scene also made several men and women in the nearby vine cages scream and wail in horror, for this might be their fate next.

"Quiet," the half-Fairy responsible for testing commanded, emanating the presence of a Third-level Wizard Apprentice, while a special ripple spread out from the antlers on her head.

A faint wave of spiritual power quickly invaded the minds of these ordinary people, throwing them instantly into a dazed state. Their struggles, wails, and cries all ceased at once, and they all stood motionlessly inside the cages, like walking corpses.

However, there was one exception.

"Uncle... uncle..." A gaunt boy looked at the man on the ground with a tragic death, his body trembling slightly. Under the impact of the hypnotic spiritual wave, it was as if a hidden switch in his body was inadvertently turned on, causing his eyes to turn a berserk blood red in an instant.

"Roar!" An aura like that of a fierce beast erupted from him, followed by his veins bulging one by one. His previously thin body swelled up as if inflated.

Large chunks of muscles rapidly formed and even began compressing against each other, turning him from a "skinny monkey" into a solidly built muscular man in an instant.

Ssshhk—With just a slight exertion of his hands, the young man tore apart the vine cage that had bound them on the spot.

"Courting death!" sneered a half-fairy at the level of a second-level wizard apprentice, who activated the bloodline power of the Forest Spirit within him, immediately summoning dozens of hard wood spikes that shot towards the suddenly berserk young man like a volley of arrows. For an ordinary person facing such an attack, they would likely be turned into a sieve on the spot.

"Aaargh..." Confronted with these witchcraft attacks, the young man didn’t choose to dodge but instead opened his bloodshot eyes wide and charged towards the two half-fairies.

At this moment, his mind was filled with a rage stemming from deep within his bones; his only thought was to kill these despicable enemies!

Ziiip—Wood spikes pierced through his arms, bringing forth a spray of blood.

However, the muscles around the wounds on the young man’s arms moved rapidly, twisting around each other, quickly plugging the holes and beginning to heal swiftly.

At the same time, he had already reached the two half-fairies.

The young man had already clenched his fists, ready to release his anger on the enemies before him when suddenly, dozens of tough vines burst from the ground, swiftly binding him tightly in their grip.

Even in this state, his immense strength was useless against the supple vines; he could only flail about foolishly, unable to escape their entanglement, ultimately being bound tightly by them, wrapped up firmly like a big dumpling.

"We’ve actually encountered a madman who’s suddenly awakened to ’Berserk’." The second-level wizard apprentice half-fairy looked at the young man, now powerless under the thick tangle of vines, with a sense of relief, and then sneered.

"Worthless bloodline, even if it has inherited some power, it’s just..."

"Alright, shut it, Rocco." The half-fairy apprentice level three wizard with antlers on his head glanced at his companion, "If I hadn’t stepped in just now, you would have already returned to the embrace of nature."

Rocco opened his mouth but ultimately could not come up with a retort. However, he directed the fury in his heart at the young man, who had now exited the Berserk state and fallen into a deep coma.

"Sister Lou, let’s kill him. Since he’s awakened the battle spirit, even if he has a trace of Fairy Bloodline, it must have been tainted by now..." Rocco looked down slightly, his eyes flickering.

"I know what you’re thinking, but you ought to realize this is a precious vessel, which could become the most loyal servant at my behest with just a little control. And with some minor modifications, he could even stand a chance in a fight with a Third-level Wizard Apprentice based on his bodily uniqueness," Lou glanced at Rocco next to her with a smirk.

"Of course, if you can offer something that tempts me, I might consider handing him over to you... But can you afford it?"

Rocco hastily bowed his head.

He was well aware of his sister’s temper, and if he truly enraged her, the consequences might not be much different from provoking their leader. In fact, for him personally, upsetting the sister before him could perhaps be even more terrifying than angering the leader.