Due to the strong suppression of the church, the massacre of the city lord's mansion was not spread in the city of Leon, so Horn didn't know about it.
However, even if he knew, he wouldn't care because it had nothing to do with him.
A few days had passed. Annie's performance greatly satisfied Horn and Enoch, and they finally decided to teach her magic.
At present, Annie's magic was uncontrollable, and she could release it without a medium. So Horn didn't teach her to use a wand, and she didn't seem to need one.
Meditation was the foundation of learning magic. It could help wild witches improve their magic power, strengthen their souls, and further control their magic power.
It was worth mentioning that the meditation method was not created by old Douglas. It was a small skill of the elf race to condense their spirit. The meditation method didn't have much effect on the elf race. It was just a kind of adjustment in their long lives. No one knew where old Douglas got this thing.
If Douglas hadn't discovered that one could master others' spells by learning their magic circles and incantations, the meditation method wouldn't have been very important to wild witches. After all, the magic power of all wild witches was always very sufficient. Except when the confusion period ended, most wild witches had never experienced what it was like to run out of magic power.
However, after being able to learn others' spells, the meditation method became very important. Because if one didn't learn the meditation method, one couldn't enter their own sea of consciousness, and if one couldn't enter their own sea of consciousness, it was impossible to master other spells.
Horn and Enoch took turns to guide Annie, hoping to cultivate her into the third reliable companion as soon as possible.
A few days ago, Horn showed Annie the notice posted by the church. She cried after reading it.
Her father knew she wasn't dead, but he told the church that she and Joseph had committed suicide out of love. So if she suddenly went home, would her father make her really as the notice said?
If it had been the former Annie, she would never have thought of her father like this. But since that day when her father left her in despair to face that Joseph alone, the image of her father in her heart had completely collapsed.
And now this notice strengthened her determination to completely draw a clear line from the Walker family.
Perhaps because of the stimulation of this notice, Annie had been very obedient these days. Now she was aware of being a wild witch. She had never tried to contact her family, nor had she tried to go out for a stroll when Enoch and Horn were away.
But from the fact that she went out shopping behind her parents' backs and was awakened by hooligans, it could be seen that she was actually a girl who couldn't stay idle.
She knew she couldn't go out, so in her spare time from cultivation, she simply tidied up Enoch's house. At least it didn't look so dirty and messy.
It was Horn's turn to give Annie a lecture today. Usually, he came at night to teach Annie because the two of them were busy during the day. Horn went to Enoch's house with anticipation.
There were two reasons for his anticipation. Firstly, Horn actually liked to impart knowledge to others very much. He was a bit of a know - all. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taught Enoch knowledge after saving him.
Secondly, Annie's appearance was very much in line with his aesthetic. The feeling of teaching a beautiful woman was completely different from teaching a rough man.
Horn was thinking about what he should teach Annie today on the way when he found an old man walking towards him. Horn was stunned for a moment. He was wearing a black robe at this time. It was late at night and the place where Annie lived was extremely remote, so Horn didn't expect to meet someone.
There was a sack on the old man's back. The sack was as big as a person and seemed quite heavy, but the old man carried it without any difficulty.
The old man had sparse hair, and the few hairs he had were all pure white. His face and head were full of wrinkles and age spots. The old man was smiling all the time with the sack on his back, and several teeth were missing from his cracked mouth.
It seemed that there was a person in the sack. If it had been an ordinary day, Horn would have intervened in such a thing, but today he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
Because the old man gave him a very dangerous feeling. In Horn's perception, the energy fluctuation on the old man's body was extremely evil and profound, giving Horn a faint sense of fear and making him dare not act rashly.
When passing by the old man, Horn also found that there was a strong fishy smell on the old man's body, like the smell produced by killing all kinds of insects and putting them in a jar to ferment for ten days.
The smell was very unpleasant and a bit overpowering. Horn couldn't help covering his nose with his hand.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Horn always felt that he had smelled this smell somewhere!
When the old man saw Horn's action, the smile on his face froze. His cloudy eyes gave Horn a sinister look, but he didn't do anything and just continued walking forward.
Horn watched the old man leave his sight before he breathed a sigh of relief. As long as possible, he really didn't want to have a conflict with this old man. There was an unusual sense of oppression on the old man, which made Horn inexplicably a little nervous.
Watching the old man carry a person away, Horn felt a little guilty in his heart. But there was nothing he could do. He probably couldn't beat that old man, and besides, the person in the sack had nothing to do with him, right?
Horn walked forward for a while. Suddenly, he felt something strange, as if there were eyes staring at him!
He took a deep breath, then reached into his bosom and pulled out a walnut wood staff. He tightly held the staff, closed his eyes, and spread out his spiritual power to carefully sense. Just a few seconds later, Horn found the direction. He recited the incantation and launched the second - ring magic, the small fireball spell!
A fist - sized fireball flew towards the place where he felt strange. It looked like a very normal grassland there, with no abnormalities.
However, Horn believed in his perception. The moment the fireball touched the grassland, it began to burn violently. Along with the dazzling fire came a shrill wail, like the cry of an insect.
Horn walked forward and saw a centipede as thick as an adult's arm in the fire!
The centipede was writhing and screaming horribly in the fire, looking extremely hideous. But when Horn saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief. This centipede was at most a first - ring magic beast and posed no threat to him.
If the fire burned for too long, it would easily attract the people of the Church of the God of the North Wind. So Horn added another small fireball to the insect. The impact force of the small fireball itself was very amazing. This time, it directly hit the centipede's body. The centipede that had been writhing in the fire for a long time just struggled a few times and then completely stopped moving.