Not only the poker guards, but also a lot of cute looking dolls, and most importantly, Ingres found that the Mr. Rabbit, who had been reading, was slowly floating in front of him, staring at him with small red eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Angel couldn't read its eyes, but he felt inexplicably creepy when he stared at it.

The previous cuteness was gone, and Angel looked at everything in front of him, only horror remained.

A poker guard suddenly lunged at Angel, and Ingres was horrified, picked up the book on the table, and threw it at the poker guard.

The purple comic book, when it was in mid-air, suddenly drilled out of the cover pattern with a bloody mouth full of fangs, and chewed and swallowed the poker guard in front of him in one bite. The scene in front of him stunned Ingres, and when the surrounding creatures were attracted by the bloody mouth, Ingres suddenly broke out of the encirclement and ran towards the outside of the hall at full speed.

"Hehehehe, Shawa don't run, come and play with me~" A ghostly female voice sounded from behind.

Angel heard it, but he didn't pause and ran quickly towards the next corner. He remembered that all he had to do was turn a corner and he would be able to get to the storage room.

It's safe to get to the storage room!--I don't know where the idea came from, and I don't know if it's right or not. Angel couldn't tell the real from the fake, but it was his only option.

The door to the storage room approached, and Ingres strode into the storage room.

Just as he stepped through the door, he felt a great pain in his back and fell to the ground.

When I looked back, I saw a red-haired woman with heavy makeup standing outside the door, with a face full of dense stitches, wearing a gorgeous and intricate dark pattern dress, with a black peach heart crown on her head.

Angel didn't know who she was, but he noticed that there was a little blood dripping from her sharp fingernails. Combined with the sharp pain in his back, Angel had no doubt that the blood was his.

The stitch woman had viciousness in her eyes and kept screaming, but no matter how angry she cursed, she didn't cross the thunder pool once. It's like the door of a storage room, separating two different worlds.

Angel observed for a long time and was slightly relieved when he found that the other party really couldn't get in.

But after relaxing, Angel began to worry again.

Although he escaped, what should he do next?

Ingres looked at the storage room again, and aside from the tables and chairs, there were only lit candles and a red crystal ball, the Eye of Aberas, the Orb of Talent.

Looking at the crystal ball that shone with red light, Ingres approached with a hint of temptation, and gently put his hand on it......

......

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that in this remote township, I not only found the opportunity to advance, but also found a talent! God bless Moro, God bless my Grace family!" Morro's laughing voice came into Angel's ears.

After a moment of distraction, Ingres found himself back in the 'real world' again. The people around him looked at him with surprise and envy, and there was no strangeness.

Didn't they notice that I had just crossed over? Or was it just a 'change' when the talent tested his talent? If it was really a 'change', it would be too thrilling!

Ingres was still in a daze thinking about all kinds of fantasy in 'parallel space', and suddenly felt a tightness in his palms, and when he looked back, it turned out that Leon saw him in a daze and pinched his palm.

"Angels, don't be in a daze, Mr. Moro is asking you what your 'change' is?" Leon laughed.

"Oh. Angels replied sullenly. He doesn't have any joy of being a talent now, only the deep exhaustion after escaping danger, "After I touched the talent ball, I found myself floating in mid-air......"

Before Ingres could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Moro: "Floating?! Yes, this is the change! You are a gifted person, no doubt about it!"

Originally, Angel wanted to talk about what happened to him in that 'parallel space', but when he was interrupted by Moro like this, he didn't speak again, but nodded and returned to his place with a polite smile.

"Mr. Morro, since I have a gift, can I learn the wizard's magic from you now?" Although an unpleasant encounter in the parallel space caused Ingre's mood to change drastically, it did not affect his desire to become a wizard.

Moro smiled as he retrieved the talent ball, "I'm an apprentice myself, so I'm not qualified to teach you. But this time, my mission in the Old Earth Continent is to find talented people for the Academy. You have talent, and you want to pursue an extraordinary path, tomorrow you will leave the Old Earth Continent with me and go to the academy to study! Although the White Coral Floating Island Academy is not big, it is still ranked first in the wizard organization in the Southern Regions, and it will not be humiliated by the talented!"

After listening to Moro's words, Angel was stunned for a moment.

Want to get out of here and go to the unknown White Coral Floating Island Academy?

Even if Ingres had guessed before, he was still a little overwhelmed at this time.

Can the tutor's illness last until he comes back from his studies?

Also, he promised his brother that he would accompany him to the ceremony of succession to the title, and he would leave tomorrow, and he didn't know when he would say goodbye.

Ingres' eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't even notice that his thumb and index finger kept touching back and forth, which was a subconscious action when he hesitated.

Looking at Angel like this, Leon was naturally reluctant, but he still stepped forward, grabbed Angel's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, didn't you listen to Mr. Morro, it's an academy, you just go to school." It's like every spring, you'll go to Waterford Noble College for further study. It's going to be over soon, and I'll be waiting for you back at the manor. ”

Angels: "But ......"

Angel wanted to speak and stopped, as his own brother, how could he not know the worry in his brother's heart.

Leon: "If you're worried about old man Jon, I'm going to Watford this time and I'm going to look for the best doctor to treat him." Even if you run out of money, you will let him live well, and when you come back to save him. ”

Angel didn't speak, the rest of Jon's body only thought it was a pain, only he knew, it was the world consciousness driving him away, and no one could save Jon unless a wizard intervened.

Just when Angel was entangled, Moro, who had listened to the whole process, spoke.

"You can't trust your mentor?"

"Yes. ”

Moro didn't understand why Ingres was obsessed with Jon, who was just an enlightenment teacher, not a mentor or a relative. This made it difficult for Moro to comprehend the emotions of this old friend.

Glancing deeply at Angel, Moro suddenly said, "I once spent two full years of my savings at the Scarlet Auction House to auction a demonic leather scroll called the Healing Ice Coffin. The Healing Ice Coffin can't heal your mentor, but it can temporarily keep your mentor's vital signs alive, but it can only last for five years, would you like to?"

Five years?Ingre's pupils dilated suddenly, there are many things that can change in five years, although Ingres doesn't think he can become a wizard in five years, but as long as he has the opportunity, there is hope, right?

Ingres was about to promise Moro, but saw Leon step forward and bowed to Moro: "There is no such thing as giving for no reason in the world, although I don't understand the world of wizards, but as Mr. Moro said just now, wizards should also be regarded as people, as long as they are human, they can't escape human affection." So, what are the conditions on which Mr. Moro is willing to spend a lot of money on Jon?"

Leon's words made Ingres also wake up. Moro is just a guide, even if there are few talented, but he doesn't care too much about the guide who is already a talent. So...... What is Moro willing to pay for the potion of healing ice?

Moro looked Leon up and down with an appreciative expression, "In five years, Ingre's chances of becoming a wizard are infinitely close to zero, so this healing ice machine is basically in vain, but I'm still willing to give it to you, as long as Ingres is willing to promise me one condition." ”