A blazing fireball floated slowly in the center of the room, and there was silence for a moment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Smack!"

With a slight thud, the fireball landed in the man's hand, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The man looked like a middle-aged man who was not very old, and he was wearing a very popular gentleman's suit among ordinary people, whether it was a shirt or a close-fitting coat, it looked very stylish, the cufflinks and the rings on his fingers were embellishment, and he looked like he was a haute couture jewelry, and there was a gentleman's hat on the desk, and a cane leaned next to it, and at this time Phil even smelled a certain fragrance emanating from the man's body in the air, and the cactus chip quickly analyzed that it was a combination of several kinds of flowers and a part of the body of a certain sea creature。

The other party seems to be more delicate than when he was the eldest son of a nobleman.

On top of that, the decorations really looked like they were just decorations, with no trace of witchcraft.

But this was not what Phil should have considered now, he first noticed that his fireball technique was actually out of control at the first moment, as if there was some kind of interference in the air, making him feel that the fireball that was close at hand was now infinitely far away from him.

This kind of inexplicable method has never been encountered by Phil, so much so that he almost ignored the other party's very light way to unravel the fire element on the fireball in an instant and return to heaven and earth.

"It's not a good habit to throw fireballs when we meet. The other party clapped his hands, as if he was a little concerned about the fire element on it.

"Your Excellency?" Phil asked, just by the hand just now, Phil knew that the other party's attainments in elemental sorcery far surpassed him, so he didn't make a reckless move.

"In Lower Molière, here I just want to see you. He said, raising his hands and gestured slightly.

"You've seen it, what do you think?" Phil didn't let his guard down, he hadn't heard the name Molière, mainly because these wizard apprentices didn't appear in the Forgotten Lands' introduction, but this information was also something he had to know in the future.

"Hmm," the man named Molière stood up and walked up to Phil to look at him carefully, as if that was really all he was trying to do, "I don't think there's anything peculiar about anything other than being a little overly good-looking, am I mistaken?"

"Are you looking for someone?" asked Phil tentatively, not paying attention to what he said.

"Yes," Molière nodded, and said without a hint of concealment, "I came to the Forgotten Land just to find people, to find those more special people, I thought that I would find at least three or more today, but unfortunately I seem to have made a mistake, you are not the person I am looking for." ”

"Are all the people you are looking for in this ruin?" Phil remembered Rommel outside the cliff of the waterfall, and he had thought a little strange why everyone else had frozen to death, Rommel was still alive, and now it seemed that this Molière had arrived after the others.

"Yes, one seems to be called Charles, I've heard of him, his wizarding path seems to be different from the others, and the other doesn't know what his name is, but he only has the strength of a great knight, but there seems to be a huge secret hidden in his body, which is very interesting, and I want to know what his final ending will be. Molière said.

Flitton!Phil immediately thought of his slave, but he should be outside the ruins now, when did he come in?

"It's you in the end," Molière looked at him, "but disappointed, you look no different from the others." ”

"Really?" Phil smiled.

"That's true," Molière nodded, "do you have any questions for me? I can answer you three questions." ”

"Isn't that presumptuous?" said Phil, slightly surprised.

"It's okay, just ask, anything. "It's one of my habits." ”

"Then you're welcome," said Phil, who looked a little nervous, which was not surprising, as many wizards seemed a little nervous, and he pondered for a moment and asked, "I actually want to know, when did you come in, and the great knight, what was he doing when you saw him." Also, what is the most precious thing in this ruin? ”

"Just these questions?" Molière looked disappointed, "I thought you would ask questions about how life is resurrected, how to break the glass ceiling of wizards' promotions, or when the wizarding world will be destroyed." And so you turned out to be asking these inexplicable questions!"

"Can you ask any of these questions too?" Phil's heart suddenly stopped beating and he asked hurriedly.

"Of course, but you've lost the right to ask questions. Molière said, "First question, oh my God, I didn't expect me to answer such a question, when did I come in, of course, when you were out fighting the flame giant! Is that great knight someone you know? He was taking a bath when I met him, and the most precious thing in this humble laboratory was his bath water!"

"What? no, no, I don't want that, what I really want to know is how life is resurrected!"

Of course, the most precious thing in this laboratory is the mysterious stone in the secret room, but it is no more. Molière said, "The answer is over, and now, please meet death quietly." ”

"Wait!" Phil shouted and rushed forward.

"One, two, three!" Molière smiled and picked up his cane and pointed at Phil, who was cut off from the outside, "Now, you only have three seconds left to live." ”

"Tell me!"

"One!"

"The power to resurrect life!" exclaimed Phil, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take a step forward.

"Two!"

"Tell me quickly!" Phil was hysterical, at this moment, everything was left behind him, and he just wanted to know the answer to that question.

"Three!, haha, die!"

Phil's face was flushed and hideous, and he could no longer see his usual peace and quiet, and he shouted, "Bastard!

Molière was suddenly shocked by something, and stood motionless.

Phil suddenly felt that he had broken some kind of restraint, and he rushed to Molière, grabbed the other man's clothes, lifted them, smashed several bookshelves along the way, and finally knocked Molière against the wall.

He had made a mess of Molière's clothes, all the gentleman's styles, but now neither of them could manage so much, and another three seconds had passed.

"Y-you're not dead? How is that possible?"

Molière looked at Phil who was close at hand and exclaimed in horror.