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But looking at Freeton's enthusiasm for preparing Venus's birthday present, Phil felt that he should let him leave it at that.

Phil rested for a few days, and he had been studying the gentleman's hat all these days, but he didn't have the supporting knowledge, and the second was not the analysis aid of the cactus chip, so he didn't make any progress, but he was a little more familiar with what was written in the notes.

After that, Phil prepares to enter the Dark Forest again.

Atwood generously prepared a horse again, and Phil did not shirk, it was indeed a bit far from the cabin in the woods.

As he passed by the thatched hut, he noticed an extra piece of horseskin on it.

After a quick glance, Phil ignored it. This time it was the same as the last time, except that he stayed in the hut instead of checking the source of the stream, and as strange things grew, he didn't want to delay more time.

And he tethered his horse to a wooden house.

That night, Phil, who was sitting in the room on the second floor, heard the movement downstairs again.

Only this time it was a different person, a somewhat sloppy wizard apprentice kneeling on the ground, while calculating a complex model, while recording the reaction of some kind of opposing particle in his notes, these recorded words were more obscure to Phil, he couldn't understand what it meant at all, but still subconsciously recorded everything in his head-

What is this coal-cracking reactor? Is there a stove about witchcraft? Phil had to think about even a word for a long time, and he had to memorize it by rote.

At the end of the calculation, the scruffy wizard apprentice suddenly looked up at the window—

"It's dawn."

Then a pair of big transparent eyes looked at Phil.

The illusion vanished in an instant, and Phil went out to see that it was midnight.

The next morning, I saw that the horse tied to the hall was still there, and it was not missing.

Phil went back a second time, and the fool of the thatched hut lay in the middle of the road, as if he was going to starve to death. Phil ignored it and rode over.

Back at the castle, Atwood didn't come out, I don't know if he was preparing for Venus's birthday in the castle, or doing experiments in that mysterious laboratory.

Venus was still waiting for him outside. As soon as he saw him, he rushed over, ignoring the etiquette of a lady, and ran up directly with his skirt.

"Mr. Phil, don't stay there for so long in the future, is that okay? That's really worrying. ”

"This is my task, Miss Venus, and I will not allow for any perfunctory." Phil said, ignoring Venus' affectionate look.

When he returned to the castle, Phil saw that many people were starting to get busy, perhaps because Venus's birthday was approaching, and the entire castle was struggling to prepare for that day.

As a result, even when Phil needed help, he couldn't find anyone. There are only two local middle-aged maids, but they only know some basic common sense, and they can't understand Phil's requirements at all.

Phil wanted people to go out and buy some books and come back, and some calculation tools to study the fantasy content he saw this time, and Phil could feel that the illusion content this time was of great help to his fireball technique.

However, after trying to explain to the two women in white turbans the difference between a half-day precision flask and a normal glass bottle, Phil gave up.

At such times, where did their slaves go? Flitton had lived in the academy for so long, and there was no need for Fildo to say anything about this kind of thing, he knew what to buy himself, even better than Atwood, a wild first-class wizard apprentice outside the academy, so it was the most suitable thing to find him.

But Phil looked around the outside and didn't find Flitton.

Fortunately, Phil wasn't going to do research right away, so he wrote it down in his notes like last time.

At night, there was a commotion in the castle. Phil awoke from his meditation and walked out of the room, discovering that everyone was searching for something in the back of the castle.

There is no one here in front of the castle.

"Who!" Phil suddenly felt someone walk through the corridor behind him, and when he looked over, the figure had already walked into a long corridor.

"Freeton?" Phil exclaimed, "Is that you, Freeton?" ”

The silhouette of the figure resembled that of Freeton. But he did not respond at all, as if he had not heard Phil's shouts, and walked quietly down the dimly lit corridor, the moonlight shining in through the window, dragging a long shadow behind him, like a dead corpse, and walked forward without saying a word.

After that night's riots, Phil never heard faint screams again.

A few days later, Phil walked into the Dark Forest for the fourth time and spent the night in the cabin for the third time.

This time, Phil came out directly when he heard the voice, and saw a very sturdy wizard apprentice in his previous position.

As he jotted things down his notes, he threw some strange creatures into a large ding, boiling water in it, which had become cloudy.

Finally the man jumped in, feeling nothing in the boiling water, and examined his notes comfortably.

After watching it so many times, Phil also learned to observe in time. It seemed to be a physical sorcery, but it wasn't like the kind of sorcery that was often used by ordinary wizard apprentices, except that what was written in the man's notes was more complex and terrifying than what Phil seemed to see in the library.

Strange alchemical drugs, weird herbs, and so on, it doesn't look like something that an ordinary wizard apprentice can afford at all.

This is the third time Phil has felt his own failure. These three were obviously the seniors in the academy who had accepted this task before, but they were also wizard apprentices, and Phil was much worse than the three of them.

This was a great opportunity to pull Phil out of his previous complacency of studying the Great Fireball Technique and the Pu Ying Grass Witch Formation, and to rediscover his own humility.

It's incredible, these seniors ...... Phil lamented that everything was as complex as something that wizards only studied, and that there was more esoteric knowledge than he could only rely on chips, and Phil really didn't understand, how did they come up with these things?

There's a lot more that Phil doesn't understand. For example-

"It's dawn." The muscular wizard apprentice spoke, then looked at Phil, and the illusion vanished.

It was midnight.

Every time he says it's dawn, it's this time, and Phil almost has to believe the phrase "it's dawn".

Maybe that's the power of illusions?

Phil didn't know, got up and walked back to the room, after tonight passed, there was another time, hoping that this mission would not be completed smoothly like the previous mission.