"There really is a swamp!" exclaimed Helice. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The five adventurers walked through the Aesop Forest, and soon came to a swamp - the edge of the swamp was not clearly marked, perhaps due to the rain, which made the ground even more muddy and made the swamp a dangerous place in some sense.

Fettnay followed them forward, and Freison no longer walked with Wickel to the front, raising his staff in his hand, and his melodious chanting sounded like some kind of ballad—compared to the intoxicated expressions on the faces of the other two magicians, Fettnay could not understand any of them.

The chanting came to an abrupt halt - Fresson's end of chanting was as abrupt as he had been, and if it weren't for the piercing eyes that Fitney could clearly see that the magic changed with Fresson's chanting, forming a "new" land on the swamp, perhaps nothing would have happened to those who could not see.

"Go ahead, rest assured, Your Excellency the Headmaster has established a new path. Helis said to her when Fitney didn't know.

Fitnair nodded, and stepped on top of the swamp - a transparent ripple that dissipated in all directions as it landed, and finally disappeared into the forest.

"I've never heard that magicians have academies, aren't magicians born to use magic. Fitney sighed softly.

"Not really," Helis laughed at Fitney's shallowness, "a lot of people use magic, but most of these people don't know they have this ability, let alone how to use it to help them—our academy is there to find these people and help them use it." ”

"Starlight has existed for hundreds of years, producing excellent magicians. Wicker couldn't help but say, and Frisson listened, and the smile on his face with a smile became even more obvious.

Fitnair pondered: "That's really powerful, are all of you magicians?"

"Of course, this is an academy for magicians. Helis said.

Fitnair stopped talking, she walked step by step on the path paved with magic, and no one could see what emotions were hidden in her expressionless pale face.

"Ah, it seems to be a red fruit, and it's so lucky to be able to see the fruit that hasn't turned black at this time!" After a short walk, they heard the exclamation of Helis, whose eyes were fixed on the red fruit in the grass, and its appearance was surprising, even if there was only a little red hidden in the cascades of leaves, so she went over and plucked it.

"Wait. Fitney couldn't help but say.

"Don't worry, there's me and Fresson here. Wicker sensed the reminder in Fitney's tone, and said, looking relaxed, for the outskirts of Aesop's forest were littered by adventurers, and there was never much trouble.

"How can there be red fruits in the Trekking Moon?" Fitney asked rhetorically, and then walked forward, "Helis, put it down!"

Helis didn't think much of it, but when her hand was about to touch the red, "it" suddenly moved.

The red in the bushes flickered abruptly, and with the sound of rustling, it took on its true form—the eyes of the wild boar were red, and it was now staring at Helis in front of it, and there were still mottled marks of blood on its fangs.

"Damn, how can there be a wild boar in this area?, Helis, back off!" Wicker seemed to be the quickest to react here, drawing his sword in his hand, a silver glow shining in the darkness.

Helis's face turned pale, she trembled slightly when Wicker shouted, a few syllables subconsciously came out of her mouth, and she took two steps back in a hurry, and the wild boar could feel her change and immediately pounced!

"Ah——!h

Blood spread from her abdomen, and Fitney fainted in pain, if she had been in front of the boar, she might have been impaled by this time.

The boar took a step back, his fangs pulled out, and Fitnair gritted his teeth before he knelt on the ground with his sword in hand, trembling all over.

"Fitney......" Helis was at a loss, her voice was small and trembling, but she also reacted quickly, stepped forward to support Fitney, raised her hand and wanted to chant, her eyes changed from dazed to angry for a moment.

Wicker had already strode forward at this time, and a sword stabbed out, and the boar, who wanted to launch a greater attack, was vigorously slandered - Wicker's sword showed the so-called degree of strength, and as the boar wailed, he drew his sword, and waved his arm expressionlessly, cutting the boar into two pieces!

Even if Fitney's eyes were black in pain, he could feel this power, and if Wicker's opponent was not a wild boar but himself, it was estimated that he would only need a sword when dealing with himself.

"Take a deep breath and help you look at the wound first. With a serious expression, Wicker hurried over and crouched down in front of Fitney, his sword at his feet.

Fitnair clutched his wounds, blood staining his hands red.

"Your Excellency, can you perform a healing technique?!" Helis was helpless, and turned anxiously to look at Fresen.

Fresson also hurried over, frowning.

The contradiction of the thin amount of magic makes people able to use magic but not rely on magic very much, and Fitney's wound at this time is not big, but it is not small.

Fitney knew that the healing techniques of this world could only be used by those who could use magic - if they couldn't even gather their magic, then healing wouldn't have any effect.

"Ahem...... ...... back" Fitney raised his head slightly, looked at the moment when they were about to approach him, and slowly spoke.

Bang——!

Suddenly a pack of wolves sprang out of the bushes—blood-red-eyed wolves with their mouths full of sharp fangs, and their roars spilling down their throats—about dozens of fish burst out, roaring and shocking.

Wicker frowned, the moment the wolf pounced, he stepped on the sword that fell to the ground, he could not face the ferocity of the wolves with his bare hands, and when he tried to turn around and take Fitney to safety, he was shocked to find that the target of the wolves was Fitney - she was now powerless, and was held in the mouth by a certain wolf, and stepped forward, stepping through the swamp.

Fitney felt that his eyelids were heavy, even though he was being held forward at this time, and there was the whirring wind and curses in his ears...... Is it Wicker?

Those two are really similar......

She thought so, and fell asleep.

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A tall building.

In the cold winter, under the dark night of Rose May, the wind howled on the plain, and the only remaining agility of a little scattered leaf was crushed in the wind and pressed the ground.

Architecturally, the creeper climbing up the relief has turned into black dead vines, as if frozen in the moment of time, and then stretches out in front of the window in front of the thick glass - the outside is bleak and deserted, and the people inside the building are busy and busy.

Where is she?

The chaos of the previous moment extended to this moment, leaving her at a loss, and there was only one doubt in her heart that seemed to be unanswered, and she only felt surrounded by warm coldness - what a strange, why did she feel this way?

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, opened them, and when the picture before her became clear, she found that it was a face of great beauty, and although the woman was pale and weak, her white blonde hair was full of shine, and her eyes shimmered, like a night sky full of stars.

"My darling...... "Why" the woman's feeble voice was still moving, and she bowed her head, and a soft fragrance emanated from her hair, which she had been indulging in since she was old...... Why are you such a girl......"

Wake up suddenly.

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"You're awake, Arthur. A voice rang in her ears.

Slowly opening her eyes—it was very difficult to lift the somewhat heavy eyelids—and as the picture before her became clearer, she could see the night and the forest clearly, and turning her head a little sluggishly, she spotted Merlin lighting a bonfire beside her—he was looking sideways at her.

In fact, there was no expression on his face.

"How long have I been asleep?" said Fitney, who sat up slowly, his voice a little hoarse, and rubbed his hair as he spoke, as if trying to sober himself up.

"Almost a day," Merlin replied, "your wound needs to be treated." ”

Fitney was stunned for a moment, and only as consciousness returned, did he realize the pain in his abdomen - even though the wound was heavily bandaged, it was still impossible to ignore when moving.

"Did you help me with the medicine?" asked Fitney.

"Well, but you can't venture any more. Merlin said to her, and then brought her some fruit.

"Thanks," Fitney took and took a bite, "when will those people catch up with me." ”

The light in Merlin's beautiful eyes flickered as she looked at Fitney: "I distracted them, it will take half a day to get here." ”

Fitnet nodded, and stood up after eating the fruit, and when she stood up at once, her movements were a little big, and she pulled the wound, and washed a breath of cold air, and she almost fell again, but in the end she was able to hold herself up by herself, and walked towards the forest.

"Is this your choice, Arthur?" Merlin stood up, flicking his sleeve to extinguish the flames.

"I'm not Arthur," said Fitney, who was silent for a moment, and continued toward Merlin—and continued toward the forest, "I don't have much respectable chivalry, and I appreciate what you've done for me, but you also know that my means aren't very bright—if you don't feel well, you can walk away." ”

Fitney's figure slowly sank into the forest, and cold sweat continued to slide down her forehead.