Chapter 62 Let's Study Reproductive Isolation

Warlocks are natural spellcasters. They do not need to learn knowledge like mages and can cast spells with only willpower.

Their power comes from their own supernatural bloodline, from the influence of other worlds, or from some strange experiences that cause them to 'mutate'.

As a mage, Deya has a strong curiosity for knowledge.

There is no need to delve too much into the various professions in the game, since everyone levels up by killing monsters and completing quests anyway.

In this real world, Deya was interested in how warlocks practiced.

After communicating with Lamia, Deya had a basic understanding of warlocks.

Warlocks also have three sub-class branches at the third level.

The wild warlock branch, the magic in this type of warlock is too violent and chaotic, and they cannot fully control their own power.

This type of warlock will cause some unusual changes after casting a spell, that is, randomly applying buffs or debuffs to themselves and the enemy.

If you are unlucky and add a debuff to yourself after casting a spell and a buff to the enemy, it would be almost like suicide.

"Wild Warlocks are an unstable bunch, and no one wants to be with them.

It is generally believed that these warlocks are useless people who cannot control their own power and rely purely on luck to fight their enemies.

Only after they successfully reach the 6th ring and obtain the mythical power of "Order" or "Destiny" can they stabilize their power."

Lamia was still sitting on the sofa in a weird yoga-like posture, explaining the warlock's abilities to Deya.

In addition, there are also elemental warlocks. This type of warlock is simpler. They specialize in a certain element, such as "poison", "ice", "fire", etc.

The last type of warlock is quite special, as they have bloodlines of high enough status, so that while they possess warlock abilities, they also have other racial characteristics.

For example, a dragon vein sorcerer possesses the blood of a dragon.

Deya was also completely desperate about the reproductive isolation in this world.

Because in addition to dragons, a warlock's spellcasting ability may also come from various strange and extraordinary animals.

"What kind of warlock are you?"

Deya found that he actually knew nothing about Lamia.

In Deya's opinion, Lamia should be an elemental warlock. He did not see any characteristics of other races in Lamia, and her spells were not chaotic.

"The third type, don't look at me like that, my family has never reproduced with other species of high enough status in the past.

But witches are born with special blood, so we can probably be called 'witch sorcerers'."

Lamia said in her cool and indifferent tone: "Sorcerers are similar to mages in that their strength increases with their exploration of magic.

Warlocks have a unique way of meditation, which they use to explore the spells they possess.

There is no distinction between high and low magic. As long as you can explore the secrets of magic, you will be promoted. "

Therefore, this strange posture of the witch is actually a kind of meditation.

Deya nodded in understanding.

It is so comfortable to be a warlock. You don’t have to study or train like a warrior. All you have to do is meditate every day.

to this end,

Deya decided that he would endure all the hardships in his own generation so that future generations could enjoy the afterglow of their ancestors.

He can become a wizard of the highest level, making himself a being of high status.

Or maybe we can find some other races that are strong enough to discuss the issue of reproductive isolation together...

At this moment, a maid came to Deya's study and knocked on the door, saying, "Master Deya, Master Blaute of the Calendin family is waiting for you at the door."

Hearing the maid's words, Deya stood up from his chair and said, "I understand."

When he walked past Lamia, he couldn't help but slapped her hard when he saw the witch's little butt sticking up in a weird posture.

Although this girl was quite thin, this place was unexpectedly fleshy, which made Deya feel soft. The witch hummed softly, like a moan, but she didn't say anything, just watched Deya leave the study.

Miss Doll was sitting quietly in the 'void', with her slender legs in white stockings raised.

Her fingers gracefully grasped the white porcelain teacup, and she glanced at Lamia and said, "You are not angry at all."

The witch replied calmly, “I have already signed a contract with him, and my body is now his property.

He was a normal man, and I was prepared for what I might go through.”

"contract?"

Patricia sneered, and the doll lady put down the teacup. Her hair fluttered like the glow-in-the-dark grass, and her red eyes stared at Lamia, and she raised the corners of her mouth and said:
"You are not speaking from the heart. You are not letting him do whatever he wants because of the contract. Instead, your heart has long been biased towards him.

There is no god of contract among the nine righteous gods, and the gods are not interested in acting as contract guarantees for mortals.

The so-called contract is nothing more than the effect of a spell, but is this kind of compulsory spell really that useful to you?"

Lamia suddenly raised her head and looked at Patricia.

Patricia at this moment looked completely different from how she looked in front of Deya.

In front of Deya, she was like a willful little girl.

But at this moment, the doll looked like a mature and elegant lady.

"What do you know?"

Lamia asked in a deep voice.

She always felt that there were other secrets about her.

Just like this doll which is a taboo wonder, she must have her own secrets.

"It's no use asking me. Some things you need to find out for yourself."

Patricia wasn't going to say anything, she just spoke meaningfully.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm doing this for your own good, witch. Would you like a cup of tea? You should enjoy yourself when you can.

The black tea that I brewed myself is not something that ordinary people can drink."

Lamia closed her eyes and ignored Patricia.

Seeing this, Patricia said nothing more and picked up a copy of Abrams' fashion magazine to read.

After a while, you can hear Miss Doll's various comments on today's fashion.

Outside the villa, Deya saw Braut with short golden hair.

At this time, Braut was directing people to move sacks from the carriage one by one.

After seeing Deya, he stepped forward and said, “These bodies have been simply embalmed and odor treated and sent to you.

Also, this is the information you need. I stayed up for 48 hours and compiled it all for you."

As he spoke, Braut took out a thick stack of papers from the briefcase he carried with him.

Seeing the sleepy dark circles under Blauto's eyes, Deya patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you."

Braut waved his hand: "With our relationship, there's nothing to thank for."

"Have the identities of those assassins been found out?"

"We have found out, but I don't know if the information is accurate. But judging from the professionalism of those people, it should be fine."

"Where are they from?"

"The Inquisition of the Church in England is an elite assassination team of 'defenders of the faith'. They do not hide their identities."

Braut took a step forward to Deya and whispered.

(End of this chapter)