At dawn, the stars are fading, the morning sun is not dew, the Iluvita School of Magic is exceptionally quiet, the morning breeze blows through the treetops, the new young leaves sway slightly, the gentle birdsong echoes in the forest, and a few fawns probe out of the forest to drink water by the warm lake. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the sky turned brighter, the soft lighting crystals on both sides of the road went out one by one, and the entire academy suddenly darkened a little.

"Yo-you-" A fawn suddenly raised its head in alarm, barked softly, and ran into the forest.

Then the rest of the fawns jumped back into the dark woods and disappeared.

I saw that the door of the communication tower near the lake was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a black robe walked out of it.

The man's neck-length glossy hair, his trademark dark red eyes exuded ruthlessness and indifference, and under those two gazes, even the animals in the academy who had long been accustomed to being with people fled one after another.

It's Blood-Eyed Brand.

He had probably just finished using the mechanical communication ball, and at this time he walked out of the communication tower, perhaps trying to return to his residence to rest, but he didn't know what he saw and stopped.

It was a purple bush across the road, facing the gate of the communication tower, and it looked no different from the others.

But for some reason, Brand walked over to the flower bush and stared at it with a frown.

After a moment, he stretched out his hand, his left hand, and touched the farthest purple corolla, which had three layers, five pieces each, and shook slightly under Brand's touch.

Then he pinched the petals on the top left of the second layer, and with a slight force, he ripped them off.

He spread his left hand, palm facing up, the lilac petals curled up in his palm, slowly becoming scorched, and then burning little by little, until it turned to fine ash, which was blown away by Brand in one gulp.

Not knowing what he saw in his blood-colored eyes, Brand breathed a few deep sighs of relief, frowned, and walked quickly along the road into the woods. Following this path, he walked through the forest, crossed the borders of the academy area, and followed the river to the upper town of Bellamy, where Brand finally slowed down.

It didn't take long.

On weekend mornings, the shops in Bellamy's town have opened their doors, and soon many students from the academy will come to play, and it will soon become busy and lively, but now, the quieter streets are only sporadic adventurers, and Brand stands out in a black robe.

He walked down the street into a treehouse tavern, which was the tavern of old Pat, which was especially popular with the students, and it was said that no matter the spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain or rain, this tavern would never turn away its guests, and even when old Pat was resting, his nephew, a young man with a freckled face, would help him take care of the tavern.

Brand didn't hesitate and pushed the door in.

The fire still burned in the tavern, and it was very warm, and even in the early morning there were many adventurers scattered in the tavern, but perhaps after a whole night of hustle and bustle, these adventurers had exhausted their strength, and were half-sunk in their seats, listening quietly to the troubadours playing and singing about the old legends.

The smell of tobacco was strong, and Brand sniffled, walked to the counter, bought a large glass of warm buttermilk wine, took the glass, looked around, and casually walked to a table in a corner and sat down, across which sat a short, stocky old man with a peaceful face.

It's Professor Feith.

The glass in front of him was mostly empty, and he seemed to be resting against the cork wall, but when he sensed Brand's arrival, he moved slightly and opened his eyes.

Faith took a sip of the amber liquid from the cup, then reached out and pressed a mechanical box in the corner of the table, which slowly turned, and the table lit up with some thin magic pathways that separated the table from the rest of the area, and the young troubadour's soft singing could not be heard.

This is a common magical machine in taverns, and many guests don't like noises that are too loud and loud, and they don't like the sound of their conversations slipping into other people's ears.

It's not an uncommon behavior, and it doesn't attract any extra attention.

Brand reached out his left hand and gently stroked the surface of the magic pathways, and after a moment, he nodded to Firth.

After Brand's confirmation that it was safe, Faith took another sip of amber and said softly, "You went to the communication tower again last night. It's not a questioning tone, but it's asking the other party for an explanation.

Brand seemed to be very thirsty, and drank most of the butter milk wine in one gulp before saying, "I've told you many times that I need to use the communication ball here to connect to the central library, and I've looked up some information." ”

Firth clenched the forearm of his right hand with his left hand, looked at Brand's bloody eyes, and asked casually, "Information about magic analysis?"

Brand frowned and said, "Regarding the Space Floating Gate, I encountered some problems while researching this magic enchantment, and I want to see if anyone else has done research in this area. ”

It seemed that there was nothing wrong with Brand's answer, and Faith didn't pursue it further, but his left hand didn't leave his right arm.

Immediately, his expression turned a little colder, and he said, "You didn't complete the task I gave you." ”

Brand's face was also a little gloomy, and he replied slowly: "In my plan, Ryan will definitely kill him in the battle if he wins, and to be on the safe side, I also specifically hinted to his team member Clio, he will definitely remind Ryan to prepare [Magic Explosion], and Ryan did use [Magic Explosion] as I expected." ”

"But [Magic Blast] didn't kill him. Feith said.

Brand shook his head: "According to my calculations, the power of the [Magic Explosion] is enough to kill him no matter what, maybe Ryan's vitality is stronger and he can survive, but Merlin has no reason to survive, he will definitely die immediately, and he can't wait for Sinis to come to his rescue." ”

Holding his right arm, Firth stared at Brand's bloody eyes, and repeated, "But [Magic Explosion] failed to kill him, and your plan failed." ”

Brand took a breath and said in a calm voice, "It almost worked, I thought—"

"Enough, no matter what the plan is, failure is failure!" Firth looked impatient, "Maybe you've forgotten what to do after too long of comfort, maybe ...... Cleaning up unrelated people has become too cruel to you? perhaps...... You deliberately let that little ghost live because you couldn't do it......"

Firth asked Brand meaningfully, staring into his eyes.

"This is Iluvita," Brand said, "I'll have to be extremely careful to avoid the eyes of those people, and you know how long I've been preparing for this mission, and the magic enchantments in those arenas must be foolproof. ”

"As for what you said, you can't do it," Brand said in an unwavering tone, "You know what I've done, what a little ghost can do, that's ridiculous." ”

"But the cleanup must be completed, when will the next plan begin?" Firth asked.

Brand thought for a moment: "That little ghost is seriously injured and dying this time, if something happens again in the short term, it will inevitably attract some people's attention, I don't have a specific plan yet, I suggest-"

"You don't have to do this task. Faith said coldly, "I'm going to do it myself, and this conversation is mainly to tell you about it."

Brand had a look of surprise on his face.

"I don't know how to get a hint of the temple's gaze here," Faith said, "There's a little tail that's been wandering around lately, and I feel like I'm already at risk of being exposed, and I'm going to get rid of that little tail in one fell swoop, and I'll be cleaning up those little ghosts by the way, and then I'll leave the academy straight away." As for you," he paused.

"You continue to lurk here, protect your identity, and wait for my orders. Faith looked at Brand and let go of his own right arm.

"Don't let me down, and don't fail again. Faith said word for word.

He then closed the rotating box on the table and stood up to leave.

"By the way, what's going on with your right hand?" Faith asked, frowning.

Brand looked at his right hand, which was as black and lifeless as a dead one, and replied casually, "It's nothing, there was some accident while experimenting with the dark arts, and it left a little curse, and it will be restored in a while." ”

Faith nodded, "Pay attention to yourself." ”

He turned and left the tavern.

Brand sat in his seat for a while, he touched the glass in front of him, the butter wine left in the glass had turned cold, so he unleashed some magic, and the milk wine in the glass quickly became warm again, then steamed, blistered, until it boiled.

With the cup of hot milk wine reflected in his bloody eyes, Brand raised his head and drank it down.

With a long sigh of relief, the surrounding area was suddenly filled with the aroma of wine.

……

……

Throughout the weekend, with the exception of Barron, who went to Sharpnose's cram school for his arithmetic class, the rest of the companions spent most of the day in the Tree of Life accompanying the boy, and with Ms. Sinis's permission, they bought Morin a large piece of barbecue from the high street.

The boy who hadn't eaten decent food for a long time (with and only a variety of meat products) was eager to swallow his plate. The green liquid dripping from those branches seeped into his body, although he felt full of vitality, but he couldn't satisfy his hunger when he couldn't fill his stomach, and Merlin was uncomfortable for a long time.

It's just that he still can't get out of here, and he still only has his right arm to move outside the gum.

This weekend, many first-graders also came to visit the teenager and brought him all sorts of small gifts, piled up on the small table in the treehouse. Some of the seniors, such as Mike Cavezer, also came to visit the boy and brought him a dye that was said to dye his hair the same fiery red, which he left in the deepest part of the package.

Strayer had been with Osmond, and Strayer had asked the boy about the jerky, and Maureen recalled his mother's process of making jerky, but was wary not to tell him that he still had a small bag of jerky to eat.

Osmond was watching the battle from the audience, witnessing the whole incident, and couldn't help but smile after seeing that Morin was safe and sound, and he also praised Morin's fighting consciousness rarely, and said that next time he had time to talk again. Morin just dealt with it casually, and did not make an appointment for a specific time.

Just kidding, in order to speed up the recovery of his body after being injured, he used up all the remaining mana in the small puddle of mana. Now it can be said that he is an out-and-out poor bastard, but fortunately, Ms. Sinis's treatment did not charge her anything, otherwise I am afraid that I would have to work here for the rest of my life.

The liquid that dripped on his body was full of vitality, and at first glance it was not a mass product.

Of course, the teenager also has classmates who he doesn't want to see at this time.

"Don't come to visit, don't come to ......visit," the boy prayed in his heart.

However, a voice still remembered in his ears: "Morin, I didn't go to see your duel that day, I didn't expect such a thing to happen, are you better now?"

It was Alice's voice.

It's over, the boy screamed.

At this time, Morin's companions were all in this treehouse, in addition to the other two first-year classmates, and listening to the footsteps, Alice still brought her group members, Xia and others, to visit the teenager together.

Under the eyes of everyone, I saw him with a bitter face, and replied hesitantly: "I am recovering well, and Ms. Sinis said that I will be able to go to class normally after a while......"

The young man's voice became smaller and quieter, and in the end it was almost in his throat, and he finally squeezed it out: "Thank you...... Thank you Alice...... Auntie's care ......"

Silent.

Just...... Seems to have heard something strange called?

"Ahem," Marcus asked stiffly, touching the boy's forehead, "What did you just say...... Alice?"

Morin blinked his blue eyes and said innocently, "Yes, I just said thank you Alice for your concern, is there any problem?"

The moon god is above, I have already said it on a formal occasion just now, but this is not a formal occasion now, is it? While praying for forgiveness from the old man of the moon god, Merlin drew circles and cursed his unreliable teacher Ed, wishing him to be smashed all over the head by the burning feces of the fire baboon when he went out......

Looking at Alice's dull face, it was obvious that she hadn't met her father, Ed Warrend, and it was really impossible to explain.

Morin could only insist that he was Alice's classmate just now, and insisted that everyone else had heard it wrong, Alice's face was much better, and as for Morin, he was finally diagnosed by Marcus with "post-injury gibberish amnesia", and he also reported Morin's "symptoms" to Ms. Sinis seriously.

For the next few days, Morin was still unable to move, and when the other companions were in class, Tilna played mock war chess with the boy, and under Tyrna's teaching, Morin's level improved by leaps and bounds, but for a few days, Marcas was unwilling to fight with Morin again.

Of course, when fighting against Tierna, Morin was still defeated and undefeated, and only when Tilna's chosen troops had much lower combat ability than him, he could barely get to a draw.

Morin felt that the command style of the Vess Demon Spirit was like a precise and rigorous magic machine, completely free of flaws and loopholes, and all kinds of obscene tactics derived from many rare functional cards in this set of cards from Daddy Pike were actually resolved by Tilna one by one, and I don't know if the opponent was too powerful or the boy failed to obtain the true biography of Baron Pike.

On Wednesday afternoon, when the two were in the middle of their fight, two seniors came to visit Morin at the Tree of Life.

Morin was staring intently at the metal surface of the simulated war chess when he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

"Jodi, come and see! I'll just say that this little ghost is suitable for our school! He and Tilna are playing war chess cards, yo! This little ghost's tactics are really obscene!"