They are all fat people, and unlike Nicholas Dodge's dog and horse, there is such a truth explorer in the world of wizards. No matter when and where, they have never forgotten their original intention of chasing magic.

Even the heights achieved at the level of magic and life are better than Nicholas Cage.

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In the dark laboratory, a fat little man with a round body was walking and stopping in front of the test bench, and flexibly waving his magic wand to add various magic gains to the test object in front of him.

"It's strange. Why is my TⅡ corpse-training synthetic beast always far different from Master Lilith's synthesis beast at the same level?"

"What exactly is the problem?" The fat man held his chin and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The little fat man in front of him is Roger, the level 6 undead magician who was comparable to Bev, Sanesus and others in terms of talent and qualifications.

However, as Bev, Sanesthers and others advanced to the dominance one after another, Roger, who was once favored by Locke and others, was not moving for a long time.

Sometimes Locke would be curious why this kid hadn't been promoted to the true spirit.

Only the little fat Rogge himself seemed not anxious about breaking through to the True Spirit Magician.

A platform that starts from a flat ground can only be achieved in the future if the foundation is laid more solidly.

The little fat Rogge didn't think so far. The reason why he has not been engaged in preparing to attack the true spirit magician is simply because the few experimental issues he is currently facing are more important than breaking through the existing mental power threshold.

"Why?" Roger couldn't help but stuff his index finger into his mouth.

They are all over 100,000 years old, and they are also a well-known sixth-level peak magician in the wizard world. Roger has a quirk that outsiders can't understand, that is, he likes to chew his nails, especially when thinking about problems.

The slight pain and itch from his fingertips not only did not interrupt Roger's thinking, but instead made his thinking spread even more.

It was also when Rogue gradually became selfless when a bone finger, which was full of ice-blue suddenly appeared in front of him, and Rogue couldn't help but shivered.

"What are you doing?!" Roger couldn't help but widen his little eyes and glared at the little white bone skeleton that appeared in front of him.

Roger was not angry that the other party interrupted his nails, but he was angry that the other party interrupted his thinking.

Faced with Roger's questioning, the little skeleton pointed at his fingertips.

I saw traces of blood coming from Roger's nails. The fat man was very cruel to him when he chewed him.

With Roger's peak life energy level at level 6, this "small injury" is nothing. After glaring at this ignorant little skeleton, Roger changed direction and continued to think about his own problems.

Just as he was about to stuff his fingers into his mouth again, the little skeleton just now was the one who took action.

I saw an ice-blue bone finger stuffed into his mouth instead of Roger's own finger.

Roger didn't even want to taste it, and was shivering from the cold.

This is the cold and bone-black field from the dual realms of spirit to soul. No wonder Roger, a peak-level sixth magician, couldn't help but fight.

He glared at the skeleton in front of him again. Roger did not make any stupid moves this time, but closed his mouth.

The skeleton in front of me has a very mysterious origin.

It is a prehistoric skeleton that Roger accidentally awakened from a catacomb when he followed Lilith in the Silent Starfish Field.

Lilith has also seen this skeleton and commented on it with a "good" review.

As for what the real background of this little skeleton was, Lilith didn't say it, and Roger herself didn't explore it.

In short, this gadget with an external life energy level of only level 2 actually has the frost gas that affects Rogue, which is enough to prove the other party's extraordinaryness.

What made Roger even more flirted with was that this little thing seemed to have considerable intelligence.

Based on the idea that you can study the other party’s Xinmi in your spare time, this little skeleton has become a special existence in Roger’s laboratory.

Sometimes the other party is Roger's experimental subject, and sometimes he is Roger's assistant.

Even the pressure of the fourth and fifth level undead lords could not scare the little skeleton. Roger felt that the other party must contain some shocking secrets.

This is Roger's intuition as a genius caster.

But now he wants to remove the other party’s skeleton, it’s so cold!

The difficulties encountered during the experiment made Roger's mentality gradually become a little irritable.

He considered when he would visit Master Lilith again, but this idea was soon rejected by him.

Lilith, the peak true spirit magician at level seven, did not express his acceptance of Roger as his disciple from beginning to end.

The ones that I gave before Roger were just compensation for Roger as Lilith's experimental assistant.

The casters in the wizard world generally adhere to the principle of equivalent trading, and Lilith doesn't like to owe others any favors.

Although Lilith never said to accept Roger as his disciple, Roger subconsciously regarded Lilith as a role like a guide.

Especially in the field of corpse-making synthesized beasts, the height Lilith has achieved is enough to make Roger, the little fat man, worship him.

Since the experiment was in trouble, Roger then shook his head and prepared to start another experimental plan of his own.

There will be no results if you are stubborn. For a genius magician like Roger, time is the truth.

"Next... explore the fusion limit of the power of death and the power of dark elements. Well, I hope everything goes well this time." Roger sighed.

The little white bone skeleton beside him handed over a skeleton that could replenish mental power and physical vitality at the right time.

This is a higher potion developed by Roger himself. The design raw materials even contain the stamens contributed by a certain level 6 flower-type creature from the Wanhua Spiritual World Group.

The boring and fulfilling research started again as Roger drank the Negative Medicine in his hand in one sip.

This is an ordinary and simple day for a level 6 peak undead magician in the Wizard World.

On this day, he did not gain any secrets of truth, nor did he solve the corresponding magic topic.

But he still feels fulfilled and full of energy for the future!

Behind every success of magic experiments, there are thousands of failures.

This law is particularly adaptable to those high-level magicians.

Roger didn't know where the end of the truth was, Douglas didn't know, and even Locke, a level nine creature, didn't know very well.

But no matter where the end of the road is, at least when they set foot on this road, the scenery along the way makes them linger.

"Okay! The 1758th exploration of the power of death and the dark element fusion boundary begins now!"

"This time my goal is to at least advance the research progress to 58% based on the original basis!" Roger confidently called out his lowest goal, but as for whether it could be achieved, no one knew.

The little white bone skeleton walked past Roger at this time, holding a magic broom, and was cleaning his messy laboratory as Roger asked.

A crazy magician, a small skeleton with ice blue all over the body, and a dark and depressing laboratory form a simple and warm picture.
Chapter completed!