On a day that was no different from usual, Jill went to the flower house early in the morning, as usual. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He went to the flower room not only to have something to do with Fitney, but also for his own experiments - what he promised Fitney was based on Fitney telling him more experiments on the measurement of magic powers, and if Gil did not approve of Fitney's point, then he would not help Fitney.

In Fitney's opinion, Jill is not interested in anything except these experiments that reveal the truth of magic.

I heard that he was the only magician who could get the praise of the old man with the big nose - and the essay he had turned in in that class became the highest grade ever received in that class.

"I've tried to touch the full mana pattern with the Contint flower - it's said to be the best way to use mana, because you don't have to worry about damaging your body and you can get the most power. Jill moved a lab table to this room in the flower room, and the lab table faced a mirror where he could communicate with Fitney.

Fitnair looked at a crystal table that lay on the lab table—it must have taken a lot of effort on the part of the people who made it, otherwise it wouldn't have been made so perfectly.

Most of the scrolls were made of parchment, but according to research, the best medium would have been crystal or gold nuggets, but the latter was too expensive - parchment was used only because of its ease of use.

"Why are you doing this experiment?" Fitney placed several books on the bank of the river, one of which was spread out and rested on her lap.

"It's a pattern of magic, and theoretically it should have a lot of magic, and I want to know the magic that lies in the Contint flower......," Jill said.

"It exploded, right?" Fitney interjected.

"You know, why did it explode?" said Jill, who was a little surprised.

"The Contint flower is just a plant, it has a strong ability to absorb magic in plants, but the pure crystal texture does not allow it to absorb any magic power, only allows its magic power to be taken away by the crystal - even if the carrier is not a human body, beyond the acceptable limit, it will always explode. Fitney frowned, "I'm inclined to make the Contint flower a standard scale in this regard, so as to figure out how much magic the other things have. ”

"I think there's some limitation to what you're doing, it's rare. Jill understood that Fitney's intention was just to make a vessel to measure his magic.

Fitney understands the idea of these magicians to open up everything, but this understanding only comes from the book, and it is in Jill that he really sees it.

Gil and Fitney's quarrel over this was inevitable, but before their dispute could begin, a man appeared here again and interrupted everything - Gil as if he didn't exist, and Fitney could only act as if he didn't exist.

Fitnair could not expect to hear from Clarence about Luther's intentions - she could tell that Clarence was disgusted with her.

I don't know where it came from, though.

Fitney assumed he didn't exist most of the time, and Clarence rarely spoke to her anyway—no, he hadn't spoken to her since that day.

"Where's Follett?" Surprisingly, Clarence was looking for Fitney this time, and he asked simply.

"Sir, I don't think I'm telling you a reason. What would Fitney say to a person who loathed herself? she would not discriminate, even if he seemed intimidating.

"Did you kill another man?" Clarence said, leaving Fitnair speechless.

Who was he referring to? Gurrett Chris, but those people had nothing to do with Clarence no matter what they thought—Fitney suddenly felt a little ridiculous, and it turned out that he himself had admitted the inference that "it always kills people."

"You killed Wicker. ”

Clarence's next words surprised Fitney, so she stood up and stared at him, "What are you talking about?

If she were to say that she had killed Wicker, then there was only one - it was an unsolved mystery to Fitney, and it was brought up just when she was about to take the two Wickel in her impression as one person.

The implication of Clarence's words is clear, that Wickel was a solitary man, and that he was indeed killed by Fitney.

"If you have any conscience. Clarence said slowly, "You shouldn't think you're in that ......."

"Shut up. Jill had always thought that Clarence didn't exist, so when Clarence was talking to Fitney, he also thought that this conversation didn't exist, but then he suddenly spoke, "It's you who is not qualified to say such things, do your thing, don't wander around, I'm afraid I can't help but kill you one day." ”

"I'll see. Clarence turned his head to look at him.

Fitney felt that this was a sign that she was hiding something.

"Follett is in the White Tower—the big-nosed old man has locked him up. Fitney said.

"You knew about it, but you didn't save him? No—you deliberately let him go there. Clarence stared into Fitney's eyes.

Note that Clarence's expression did not change at all as he said this, and in that already rotten way it looked like a sculpture, but it also looked like a sculpture in a courtroom - he tried to judge Fitney, a man who seemed to him to be unforgivable.

"I don't have a reason to answer you. "Unless you trade something I want to know." ”

"There's no way I'm going to swap with a demon. Clarence steadfastly rejected Fitney.

Unfortunately, this time the deal clearly failed.

The conversation with Clarence made Fitney feel as if he had guessed Eddard's thoughts—thinking about his thoughts was one of the most important topics of Fitney's last few days.

I have to say that although Clarence's position and purpose were unclear to her, he gave himself some important hints.

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At the same time, the one who was imprisoned in the White Tower did not look like a person who had been imprisoned.

Follett slept in the cage as usual—Sharon wanted to know something from him so she wouldn't actually kill him, even if she was going to torture Follett in some way.

As for the big-nosed old man, he didn't do anything.

He's sleeping when she's not around, and he's just going to make the girl angry when she's around.

"You seem confident that you're going to be rescued. Just as he was sleeping in a daze, the voice of the big-nosed old man came from outside the iron cage.