The carriage stopped in the middle of the avenue, and Molière stood in front of it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If he wasn't very sure, Phil couldn't believe that Molière in front of him was himself.

It was a mess, his hair was crumbled, his clothes that had been neat and clean before were also broken in the east and broken in the west, with traces of various witchcraft on them, the gentleman's hat was burned on one side, and even the cane was broken in two. But even so, Molière still took it with him, standing in the wind, like a popular gentleman in the world of ordinary people.

"Hi Phil, long time no see. He said.

"What else?"

Phil looked at Molière in front of him and said.

Previously in the ruins, Molière ran away after saying a strange thing inexplicably, leaving a rainbow potion as a node of the real illusion, and Phil also gained a lot in the real environment, not only discarding the dross of the past, but also absorbing the essence of the future. Speaking of which, Phil also has to thank Molière, but Phil also knows that Molière must have his purpose, and he did not give Phil such a big benefit for no reason.

"There's one thing I want to remind you of. Molière took off his gentleman's hat and said to Phil, "You don't have a teacher yet, do you?"

Phil remembered Wizard Adrian, who was completely worthy of being Phil's teacher above the refining weapon, but the other party did not admit this.

Phil nodded: "I don't have a teacher. ”

"And how did you get to the Forgotten Lands?"

"An invitation from a classmate. Phil said, "What exactly do you want to ask, please tell us clearly, so that everyone can save some time." ”

"Well, time is precious," said Molière, "I just want to tell you if that classmate of yours hates you a little, otherwise how could he be so anxious to push you into the abyss?"

"What does that mean?"

"You just need to know that," Molière did not explain, "and stretch out your left hand." ”

"What for?" said Phil, but he did as he was told, he couldn't beat Molière now, and that was the only way.

Molière stepped forward and shook Phil's hand: "The back of the hand is clean." Then, at this moment, a black black tower emblem slowly turned from light to dark, and appeared on the back of his hand.

"Have you already killed three people?" said Molière.

Phil strangely used his spiritual power to probe in, and sure enough, he saw a tall black tower in the badge, a total of dozens of stories high, and now except for the bottom three floors, which have emitted a faint light, the upper ones are all in a dim state.

"Don't light up all the layers, you know?" said Molière.

"Why?" Phil asked, looking up, "What is the witchcraft in this, and why do those who kill other academies count, but those who kill their own don't count?"

"Oh, you've killed people from your own academy?" Molière looked up.

"Have you ever killed it?" Phil asked rhetorically, curious about the mysterious Desperate Hand Academy.

"You just need to know not to light up all the layers," said Molière, "and don't light it up for the sake of learning anything, the black cord is not what it used to be." ”

"Okay, I got it. Phil said, not asking him why he knew so much about the Black Rope Tower.

"Just in case, I'll leave you something. Molière said, pulling out a pocket watch from his bosom.

Phil looked at Molière quietly, but at this time, his heart was already turbulent!

It's the same pocket watch! It's exactly the same, Phil is pretty sure his pocket watch is still in his body, so where did the other party get it? This kind of thing can't be as proliferating as a standard witch weapon, right? So, is it made in the same way? Sacrifice a boatload of wizard-gifted children to the Scarlet Roulette?

Phil wondered what Molière's pocket watch was about, but in the end he held back.

Molière didn't notice his abnormality, he pressed his pocket watch on the coat of arms of the Black Tall Tower on the back of Phil's hand, and the three hands left a little mark on it, which quickly dissipated, and he said: "This thing allows you to vent the energy in the badge three times, the first time one-sixth, the second time one-half, and the last time is all, remember, only three times, after three times, you must be careful!"

"I know. Phil said, holding back a trembling heart.

Molière nodded, letting go of Phil's hand.

"Now, is there anything you would like to ask? I may try to answer you," Molière said, withdrawing, "of course, the question does not include the three I spoke of last time. ”

He was referring to the question of how to resurrect life, how to break the glass ceiling of wizard promotion, or when the wizarding world was destroyed.

Phil's eyes withdrew from the fading mark on his hand, and his attention finally turned to it.

"What I want to ask is," he was silent for a moment, then thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have answers to all three questions?"

"Of course, all the questions I answer have answers. ”

"You said before that I was the same person as you, so when will I know the answer you know?"

"At least, after you become a wizard, right?" said Molière, "I'm not like you. ”

"What's the difference?"

"You haven't woken up yet. ”

Molière never made it clear, and Phil still didn't know what it meant to "not wake up".

"It's time for me to go. ”

Molière put on his half-crippled gentleman's hat and faded into Phil's eyes.

Phil returned to the carriage, and Freeton came up from behind and stood outside.

"Young Master. Even so, Flitton saluted meticulously in awe, not daring to look up.

"You didn't hear that, did you?"

"I have not heard the young master," said Flitton, "that I have always been your slave. ”

Phil nodded, even if Freeton heard it, it didn't matter, he said that life and death were all in Phil's thoughts.

"Let's go. ”

Flitton nodded yes and came up to drive the carriage.

However, after driving for a while, Phil suddenly felt that danger was coming that he could not avoid.

"Bang!"

The college's sturdy carriage exploded in an instant, and Phil looked up to see Flitton flying backwards, falling more than ten meters away, motionless, and seemingly dead.

And ahead, Molière laughed fiercely!

With a wave of his hand, a black light struck Phil again.

Phil hurriedly gathered Pu Yingcao, but before he could succeed, the black light had already hit him!

Phil's chest, as if he was being hit by a turtle moving at full speed, suddenly flew backwards involuntarily.

This time, Phil was seriously injured!

And just when Molière wanted to make up for the black light, a meteor suddenly flew from a distance.