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Francis looked at Flitten in horror, and the fear instantly overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He can't breathe, the pores of his whole body seem to be closed, and he can't drive magic power, just like a pool of stagnant water, like sludge in a stinky ditch, and he can't hook his spiritual power, and his consciousness and spiritual power seem to be separated by a heavenly river.

This state made him like a drowning baby, desperately struggling to find a breath, but in the end he could not do anything.

He looked at Freeton's face, and his eyes, such a familiar face, and he remembered the time when Phil brought the other party over when he was at the Black Rope Tower Academy. At that time, although Phil performed quite well among the freshmen, Francis didn't think that the other party could lead him to a new peak, but he just followed the mentality of never letting go, and Phil called him lochia a friend, and naturally he didn't look at the other party's slaves.

Everything that happened in front of him made him feel crazy, a man who had only been studying witchcraft for eleven years was now able to fight against a top first-level wizard, and he also beat the other party to the point of running away; And now, an escort knight who used to be the most worthless actually subdued him, a newly promoted first-level wizard, in an instant, and he didn't even react, and in an instant, life and death were out of his control......

Francis didn't want to die at all, he still had so much to do, but he couldn't even beg for mercy.

"Be of good cheer, Lord Francis," said Flitton, as if trying to read his mind, "I have no right to decide whether you live or die, and everything will have to wait for the return of my master." ”

With that, Francis could feel that he could breathe, but nothing else, he still couldn't.

Flitton's words also made him breathe a sigh of relief, but he knew that his life could not be pinned on Phil's forgiveness, and he had to find a way.

In retrospect, he only had the intention of subduing Flitton, not to kill them, and they hadn't seen each other for so many years, maybe he could do something about it?

Right!

He didn't go to the Bering Islands to kill Phil and regain his heart, but he just got news from Phil from Victoria Harbor and wanted to come and see him, and he hid before to avoid being discovered by the Amar wizards of the Black Sotalla Academy.

A subtle lie is made up of 99 percent truth and 1 percent lie.

This lie is only a cursory thought for now, and there are many details that can be added.

Francis immediately started to run all the computing power, and now it is a matter of life and death, and nothing is important to do anything with his own life.

At this moment, Flitton and the others looked moved, as if something had happened, Francis looked over strangely, squinting slightly, could it be that Phil died? Wizard Amar survived?

In this case, you will have to prepare a separate road.

"What's wrong?" Larel said, Eli also looked at Fliton strangely, the two of them were the worst in strength, and naturally the connection with their master Phil was also the weakest. Among the few of them, Fliton has always been the talker, not only the strongest, but also the longest time with his master.

"Something happened on the master's side, it's not a big deal, I'll go over." Flitton said to them, and after saying that, he looked back at Francis, "As for this person, when he was at the Black Tall Tower Academy, he used to be a friend of the master, but after all this time, it seems that many things have changed. Torre, I'll leave it to you. ”

"Okay." Torre replied indifferently, completely different from the somewhat naïve appearance before, but the others ignored it as if they had been used to it for a long time.

Freeton threw Francis in front of Torre, who immediately emitted a cloud of red mist that enveloped his entire body.

Fliton nodded, his body turned into his previous battle form, his body flashed, and he ran towards the sea level in the distance, stepping on the waves, making a loud "bang, bang", and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

Frances, however, was taken aback by Freeton's terrifying appearance, and couldn't understand how the original Escort Knight could become what he is now. It's just that now he can't waste his mind on anything else.

Being caught by Flitten and being caught by Torre are completely two different feelings, now, he can breathe and drive the magic to hook the mental power, but it is like being stuck in the mire, all the movements are very slow, nothing can be done at all, and his whole body is still sinking into the mire, this feeling is even more terrifying than before, watching himself fall into death step by step, as if telling you that you will die at some point and then, and then you can't escape this ending no matter what you do.

After a while, Francis couldn't help but want to ask for mercy, he fell into the bloody mist, looked at the strange and terrifying man in front of him, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

It's as if someone deprived him of the ability to speak!

Torre still looked at him with a cold face.

Larel, who was originally busy with his own business on the side, turned around and found the situation here, frowned and said, "Arrow! What are you doing? ”

Francis, like Montach, looked at Larel with pleading.

"He wanted to lie," Torre said coldly, "he originally came to kill his master and take his heart, but now that he found that he couldn't beat his master, he wanted to save his life with a lie." ”

"So you think Freeton didn't find out about it?" Larel scolded, "Either way, wait until the master returns." Go back and let Torre come out! ”

“…… Good. Torre finally replied, and his whole face seemed to melt, and suddenly it went from cold to soft.

"Whew!" He gasped loudly, "Arrow is running out again!" Larel, come on, I'll rest for a while. As he spoke, he was about to throw Francis in front of Larel.

"You guy......" Larel shook his head, "I'm just a second-class wizard apprentice—wait!" ”

Stopping Torre's immediate move, Larel turned to Eli for help.

"The master has tried to refine a witchcraft before, originally to subdue the people of the Dupont family, but now it can be used." As an apprentice in refining, Eli knew a lot, so he took out a wire and gave it to Larel.

Larel grabbed the wire and threw it at Francis, and the wire immediately wound around as if it were alive, tying the other party in a knot.

Torre immediately withdrew the blood-colored mist and closed his eyes to rest, while Larel turned back to his business, Eli glanced curiously, and did not pay much attention.

Francis blinked and immediately realized that he couldn't do anything.