Chapter 3 Spells are the road to heaven

early morning.

The wind and snow stopped, and the sun showed its weak smile, spreading its pale and feeble sunlight into the vast white forest.

In the woods, Rosen wore a rabbit skin hat, a large animal skin jacket that exuded a strong smell of sweat, and a pair of cowhide boots that were several sizes too big. He looked like a man without enough stuffing.

Zongzi.

Carrying a large suitcase on his back, he walked step by step on the rugged snow-covered mountain road, trying hard to follow the gray-robed magician.

The suitcase is very large, weighing about 40 kilograms, which is a heavy burden for a skinny 15-year-old boy.

The straps used for fixation were deeply dug into the shoulder flesh. Every time I took a step, I could hear the shoulder joints creaking and groaning, as if they would break in the next moment.

The magician walked very quickly, with no intention of stopping and waiting.

Seeing the distance between the two parties gradually widening, cold words drifted into Rosen's ears in the wind: "Boy, walk faster, don't make me wait for you."

"Yes, mentor."

Rosen tried to speed up the pace.

Cyrus' face turned cold: "You'd better tell the truth to me!"

Rosen trotted after him: "Sir, should I carry it?"

Seeing that Rosen still looked incredulous, he still explained: "This is a mage's hand. It's not very useful. It can only be used to pick up small objects."

"She died in childbirth. She died miserably. She screamed all day and all night that she couldn't be born, and then she died. Wald was very sad and lost his temper for almost a month. Many people were whipped for no reason, and I was also whipped.

One whipping was so painful that it took more than half a month to fully heal."

While he was busy, Cyrus sat on the bearskin and closed his eyes to meditate.

"Sir, do I need to boil a can of water for you?"

He secretly thought that if this boy didn't hold him back, he could let him follow him.

The suitcase is indeed a bit heavy, and the straps on the shoulders are painful, but for Rosen, who has an adult soul, these can be easily tolerated.

Cyrus took one look, and his expression was shocked. He immediately brought the painting to his eyes and took a closer look. As he looked at it, his breathing became obviously thicker.

Cyrus believed it and asked with interest: "What happened next?"

But this guy obviously disliked him, and now that the painting attracted his attention, he decided to give it a try again.

From an adult's perspective, Rosen's acting skills are average, but who would doubt a 15-year-old boy too much?

Cyrus believed most of it.

Rosen put it away when he saw that it was good, and immediately took the pen and paper. Before starting to draw, he asked in a mumble: "Can it be used to unlock the door?"

After walking like this for a long time, when the sun turned overhead, Cyrus was a little tired and stopped in an open space under a tree.

Based on the clues, Rosen guessed that the standard of living in this world was very average.

"No."

Cyrus shrugged obediently: "Then let's cook."

Rosen quickly swallowed the food he had not chewed in his mouth and said respectfully: "Yes, sir."

'Is it a mortal's path to heaven?'

Anyway, it happened a few years ago. There is no proof, so you don’t have to worry about being exposed if you just make it up.

Open it, and four sub-folders appear: "It's worth a look", "It's charming", "Rare and exquisite", and "It's stunning".

On the other side, after Cyrus started eating, Rosen picked up two baked potatoes, hid in a corner, and ate silently.

Cyrus sat on the bearskin mat with satisfaction: "Don't go too far. It's not peaceful in the Twilight Forest. If you're going to be bitten by poisonous insects, I won't be able to save you."

Cyrus smiled scornfully: "What an inexperienced fool, it's just a little trick."

Especially those big eyes, sparkling, soft and charming, extremely sultry.

Without waiting for Rosen's answer, he stopped again, stared into Rosen's eyes, and spoke word by word.

When he was half full, Cyrus suddenly asked: "Last night, you said you could paint?"

But he didn't feel disappointed. He looked at Rosen with a hint of passion: "Your painting skills are very good, far beyond my expectation."

Rosen explained with a 'sincere' look: "Sir, it's really not true. I have loved drawing since I was a child. Whenever I see a scene that touches my heart, I will use charcoal to copy it. Every time, I will try my best to restore the reality.

This is a bit difficult, and I couldn’t do it at first, but as time goes by, I get better and better.”

Cyrus glanced at it and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's interesting."

"He died later."

The white quill danced lightly on the parchment, and the tip of the pen seemed to have a spirit of its own life.

Rosen took the small clay pot hanging on the luggage rack, picked up a large ball of clean snow from the branch, and quickly started to boil water.

As soon as he finished speaking, a blank parchment automatically floated out from the luggage rack, and a quill filled with ink floated down in front of Rosen.

Having said that, he did not deny Rosen's statement.

As he spoke, he fell into silence, seeming to be thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Rosen: "Boy, have you seen a beautiful woman?"

"Remember, magic is what ignorant fools call spells."

Seeing that Rosen still needed some time to finish the painting, he continued to eat bacon.

He looked down at the scroll again, looked at it for a while, then looked up at Rosen, and said repeatedly: "Interesting~ really interesting~"

He followed Cyrus, and the lowest expectation was to follow him out of the forest alive. The highest expectation was to be able to become a disciple of this guy and learn magic from him.

With that said, he strode forward.

Cyrus turned his head and looked at it, his eyes suddenly condensed, his casual demeanor instantly became much calmer, he reached out to take the scroll, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Not bad~~ very good, there is a painter who has specially taught me

you?"

"No, I'm not your mentor. Remember, you're just my bag-carrying buddy. If you can't carry it, get out as soon as possible."

After a while, the water boiled and steamed.

"Ah?" Rosen was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

Cyrus nodded slowly. He didn't care about the woman's fate: "Then do you still remember her appearance?"

"Yes, Mr. Sellers."

"My name is Cyrus."

Cyrus heard clearly, and a look of contempt appeared on his face again: "You are really a rat from a den of thieves, with bad thoughts naturally flowing in your blood."

This is true of Rosen. However, he is now very interested in magic and naturally seizes every opportunity to increase his understanding of magic.

The magician immediately stopped and turned around to stare into Rosen's eyes with a cold look on his face.

These days, it is normal for women to die during childbirth. Several people died in Yelang Village in my memory, so this reason is very reasonable.

"Of course I remember." Rosen nodded vigorously.

Cyrus saw everything in his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly: 'I know how to measure things.'

"Let's rest here and have something to eat."

He estimated that even an ordinary girl from Earth would be very eye-catching here. If she was a beautiful girl with an appearance above six points, she would probably be a legendary fairy.

Seeing his confused look, Cyrus automatically chose the most reasonable answer and said with a smile: "I'm overthinking it. How could you, a little sheepherder who lives in the deep mountains and forests, have seen a beautiful woman?"

"Spells are just spells! They have nothing to do with the devils in hell! Spells are the path to heaven for us mortals!"

Sure enough, Cyrus handed over another piece of parchment: "Show me the drawing."

"Uh~ Sir, actually I have seen the head of the iron-clawed wolf Wald who was killed by you. A few years ago, he captured a very beautiful girl. Her face was as beautiful as flowers, and everyone couldn't move away.

Open your eyes."

After thinking about it for a moment, Rosen opened the subfolder "Alright for a View", found a photo album of a girl who was in her early 5s and below 6, and picked out a photo with a conservative style to prepare.

Rosen immediately stepped forward and quickly put down the suitcase. He looked around and found a piece of dry ground. He spread it on a thick bearskin mat and said respectfully, "Sir, you sit down first. I'll go pick up some firewood."

Come back and build a bonfire."

Suddenly, he grabbed the head hanging on the luggage rack and punched it hard several times, with an angry expression on his face: "What a pearl dropped into the cesspool! This damn guy got a big advantage!"

"Well, I remember. So what should I call you?"

Rosen did not dare to test too much. He picked up the quill and the parchment, and after posing, he summoned the desktop in a low voice, clicked on the corpse resurrection picture that was screenshotted last night, and then started to print.

‘Oh~~’

After pondering for a while, Cyrus stood up, kicked some snow to put out the bonfire, and then took the initiative to carry the heavy suitcase: "Let's go on, walk faster, and we can get out of the mountain before dark."

He looked at the pen and paper flying in the air in shock: "Mr. Sellers, is this magic?"

At the same time, he opened "My Harem" and located the "Fantasy Style Photo Album" subfolder.

"No, this morning is my test for you. You are a very honest kid and can endure hardships. I am very satisfied. From now on, you will be my spell apprentice. I will teach you spells, but as a reward, you have to
To be continued...