Blood-red lines floated on the back of Fitney's hand, and the convergence of lines created a huge vortex of magical power, and in her eyes, the magic in the air was quickly withdrawn, and then injected into Darwin's body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The energy that supports the summoner's own skills comes from magic, which is the magic that appears in the air of this world - which changes the setting that originally required the magic power of Fittenay to use the skill - but unfortunately the distribution of magic power in this world is thin, and summoners cannot exert their full power in normal times.

The convergence pattern gathers the surrounding magic power and pours it into the summoner, so that the magic power that the summoner can use is greatly enhanced, and even the original skill effect is surpassed - at first, Hermes's attributes were not strong, and he was able to escape from the palace at the beginning, and he also relied on the convergence pattern.

Of course, there are disadvantages to converging lines, such as lines on the hands, which take several days to recover after each use.

At this point, Fettney's intention was not to use Darwin's skills, she was just exploiting loopholes......

"Huh?" The female mage was surprised to see the fireball in her hand extinguish without warning when the convergence pattern was used—a sign that she would not be able to use her magic at this time, "It's chanting blocking...... Damn!"

Of course, she didn't know what Fitney had done, and watched her run out of the cabin with astonishing speed.

By the time the female magician sensed that she could not use her magic, Fettnay had already run out of the cabin - she did not dare to look back, only the whirring wind around her.

Although she was a magician, she couldn't use the power of magic, and she believed that the female magician was just an ordinary lady - she didn't want to meet someone who could be both magical and physical.

Luckily, this female magician really didn't follow.

The trees around her seemed to be rushing by, so that she didn't feel that she had never run so fast - and she naturally didn't have time to think about where she should run.

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"Whew...... Call...... ......"He didn't know how long he ran, until he couldn't hold it anymore, and staggered against the trunk of the nearest beech tree, and stopped—leaning against the trunk and breathing heavily.

The hound had been following her, and it had not been able to recover at this time, sticking its tongue out around her, but walking around without stopping at its feet—as for Darwin, Fitnair was not worried about the old gentleman who could not be seen by anyone else.

Maybe we'll have to wait for Darwin to find her himself.

Fitnair finally relented, and beckoned to the hound, and at the same time walked in the other direction - she did not dare to stop, and as she went, she sighed and said to the hound, "It seems that we really have to protect ourselves before we can think about how Wickel is doing." ”

The hound was very worried about the safety of his master, but the female magician just now made a deep enough impression on him that he did not object after hearing Fitney's words.

Seeing the hound's eagerness to save Wickel - for a moment Fettnay thought to himself that perhaps not letting himself fall into the hands of the magicians would be the best help for him......

Fitney thought so, and at the same time spit on himself in his heart - he couldn't do anything.

"Anyway, find a safe place first...... "Fitney said to the hound, feeling more powerless than he had met his mother.

It was impossible for Fitney to enter the town - the knights of House Wizdem had already set foot in the Aesop Forest, and it was easier to find Fitney Wizdem in the lord's domain under the rule of the nobility - her wanted warrants must have been posted everywhere.

Safe place to ...... There seems to be no safe place.

Fitnair and the hound walked forward, unable to distinguish their way deeper into the forest—Fitnair could notice that the trees had turned lighter in color, thicker trunks, softer ground beneath their feet, and the air filled the air with the smell of dew, mist, and plants.

A man and a dog can only walk aimlessly.

Fettnay's hands were clenched into fists, and his palms were covered with sweat - everything had gone out of its original trajectory, and uncontrolled troubles could not be shaken off until now.

Breaking away from the life of an aristocrat is extremely dangerous for a nobleman who has never left his territory since he was born, like a new life - and at the same time, for Fitney, the ensuing events that follow him after fleeing make it impossible for him to react in the best way of his life.

This world is still beyond her imagination, which makes her extremely embarrassed.

"Ahem......" Fitney was still a little nervous as she walked, when she suddenly heard a cough, and her surprise made her react as quickly as she could—the dagger she grabbed was held across her chest.

Although it was a little funny, Fitney thought he couldn't afford another scare at this time.

"Who is it?!" her voice couldn't help but become stern.

"Ahem......" Fitney's question went unanswered—the cough rang out again.

Fitney fell silent, and listened carefully—the faint cough was unusually clear in the quiet forest, "Ahem...... Ahem......"

"Who's there?" Fitney heard the location of the voice, behind a tree.

At the same time butterflies flew out from behind the trees—Fitnair had never seen such white butterflies, and she stared at them without blinking until they disappeared from sight.

When Fitney came back to his senses, the coughing stopped, as if he was aware of Fitney's presence.

"Can I go over?" asked Fitney tried.

No answer—the cough began again, as if it couldn't be suppressed.

Fitney took a deep breath, there were too many things that had happened around her recently that she had been around her beyond her expectations, and she already had a familiar attitude at this time......

If the others had fled in the wilderness, but perhaps the future was too bleak, Fettnay could not resist taking every chance that might exist—so she walked to the tree with a numb expression—and a gust of wind blew, and Fettnay saw the people under the tree clearly, and almost thought that she had crossed again.

It was a dark-haired teenager - black hair was common in her previous world, but it was the first time she had seen it since she came to this world - and the soft black hair made his complexion even paler, sickly pale compared to the pale of Fitnay, who did not often see the sun.

He looked fragile in this sickly pale—wearing a dark blue coat that he couldn't hold up, his long eyelashes casting a shadow that fluttered slightly as his chest fluttered as he coughed.

Fitnair remembered some of the oil paintings that the Duke of Wizdem had shown her of some of the most famous artists, none of which she could approve of except for the tranquil country subject matter which interested her somewhat—the boy for a moment made her think like an oil painting, sitting under a tree, so quiet that she could freeze time.

"The ......," said Fitney, relieved himself of the harmlessness of such a young man, and walked towards him.

The black-haired boy heard the voice, opened his eyes, and looked at her in a daze—those blue eyes made Fitney feel like the vast sea—a subtle contrast, and a boy with such eyes should be ambitious and full of life.

In fact, he was weak.

"Hello, this beautiful young lady. Fitney was still sighing, and the black-haired boy had already spoken softly, and his voice was very beautiful.

The beautiful young lady Fitney was a little dazed by his adjectives - even though she was still the brightly dressed Fitné Wizdem who was not in the woods and ran away in embarrassment, at best she had been praised for her fair skin, and had never been praised for her "beauty".

She is just a skinny girl, and although she is the daughter of the famous beauty Adele Janelle, she has nothing to do with beauty.

However, compliments seemed to work for all girls, especially when the pretty boy smiled at her, and for a moment, time seemed to come alive again, and the air became fragrant.

"I ......" Fettnay felt like he was going to be suffocated by the sight before him, and he didn't remember what he was going to say.

"You seem to be on the run? Relax, you'll be fine. The boy said again, and as he spoke, he leaned on the tree, struggling to stand up, but it was evidently a little difficult, and at the same time he showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

"I'll help you!" said Fitney, as she walked toward the boy, and soon the two were very close.

"Then ......" the boy smiled and happily stretched out his hand.

But the next second, his hand froze.

For Fettnay held the dagger, and the blade of the glittering cold light was attached to the pale skin of the young man, as if he could cut through his skin if he went a little further.

"What's wrong with you? The boy was puzzled, but he still smiled.

Fitney's indifferent expression contrasted sharply with him, and she said: "Your coat is Lellett velvet, which is expensive and proves that you are a nobleman - but Leleyt velvet is not popular in the Kingdom of Luther, and other countries hold it in high esteem, and I have not heard of a nobleman with black hair and blue eyes, and your family's territory is not part of the Kingdom of Luther, am I right?"

"Aesop Forest is free to enter and leave places that are not under the jurisdiction of the Aesop Forest - but many nobles will never set foot in this place for the rest of their lives, why are you here?

"With all due respect, the forest is not a good place to play sick and weak characters, it's too chaotic here. ”

The boy was so tall that it was impossible for Fitnair not to recognize it—she had been training in this stance for a long time in the Wyzdem family.

Fitney's series of words caused the black-haired boy's smile to gradually retract, and when he wasn't smiling, he gave people the illusion of coldness, even if he was still coughing—but that was what he really was.

Fitney's heart couldn't help but sink little by little.