Chapter 1964: Polar Night in Meditation (1)

At the same time (?), Egypt, Africa, Cairo Grand Hotel.

"I, I'm back...... Elaine gently pushed open the door and walked into the room, although she didn't know if Bediwell was not there, but it was so late, what if Bediwell spent the night in this hotel room?

There seemed to be someone in the room, and at the end of the hallway came the soft light of the master bedroom, which was close to a faint one, and Bedwell was there.

"No, don't you spend the night on your own boat, on your ship?" the White Bear Man muttered as he looked in.

"Shhhhhhhh On his bed, a tiger-man boy had fallen into a deep sleep, snoring faintly and rhythmically.

"...... is this, this kid?"

"Lost kids. Beddyville crept over to Elaine, "I've been looking for his mother all night and still haven't had a clue, so I've put him to sleep for the time being." ＂

Because Bediwell had already returned to the Grand Hotel Cairo and was too lazy to find his way back to the Aurora, he was placing Aubert in his hotel room.

"Anyway, Elaine, where have you been all day, and you're only coming back now......?

"I—I'm going to cultivate. The White Bear Man replied in a low voice, "Mr. Solal said that there is, a way for me to control myself better, and not to become that kind of crazy monster or monster at will. ＂

"You went out to practice with Solal all day?" the werewolf young man looked at the white bear man incredulously, "You've been too familiar with Solal lately, haven't you?"

"Uh, uh...... Elaine scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Be careful. Bediwell said angrily: "Now that I am too familiar, it will be more painful to really face off on the field when the time comes." ＂

"No, no, I know it's a game, i.e.、Even if the opponent is Mr. Solal, I ------"

"Okay, don't talk about it. Bediwell pinched his nose in disgust: "The smell of your sweat is almost smoking me to death." Go take a shower and go to bed early. We've got games each of us tomorrow, aren't we?"

"Yes, yes. The White Bear Man scratched his head again and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

"By the way, what kind of cultivation did you do with Solal?" Bediwell suddenly asked, "Why does it sound so suspicious...... In addition to the smell of sweat, there is also a fishy smell. ＂

"Fishing, fishing. Elaine replied.

"What?"

"Mr. Solal believes that as long as the nature of the shark-man form is brought to the limit, it can slowly understand the method of control in the process of making trouble, so I have been fishing on the Mediterranean coast all day today...... ＂

"Are you stupid?" Bediwell didn't know whether to be angry or funny, "So you've been a shark all day...... Swimming in the Mediterranean?!"

"Yes, yes...... ＂

"So have you found a way to control the shark form?" asked Bediwell, annoyed.

"One, a little bit...... ＂

"Or maybe it's just that it's just a lot of energy from fishing all day. Bediwell sighed, "Well, whatever. Go take a shower. ＂

"Uh-huh...... Elaine walked into the bathroom.

Bediwell frowned, didn't say anything more, walked back to the living room, found a blanket to cover, and lay down on the sofa. Elaine seemed to have something to hide, but Bediwell didn't plan to ask the White Bear. While it may seem like the White Bearman had wasted the whole day trying to master his newfound Shark Transformation, what is the truth? After all, everyone always hides a little bit of a trump card for themselves, and Bediwell thinks it's not good to dig into what Elaine did in this way. They will probably run into each other again in the finals, and at that time, I will be able to learn Elaine's hidden stunts on the battlefield in a dignified manner------ I always feel a little excited.

It was late at night. But Bediwell didn't feel sleepy at all. After tossing all day today, the werewolf youth was so tired that he couldn't sleep. Even Elaine, a stupid bear, was actively practicing to strengthen himself, and Beddell always felt that he had done nothing all day, and tomorrow's game would be enough.

Then it dawned on him that he had actually gained new powers------ the fire of spells that Lawrence had given him. It is a forbidden power, a spell that is drawn from the user's body. However, spells are not used and will not cause damage to the user, so perhaps Bediwell should take out the spell fire and study it if he has time.

He then walked to the terrace of his hotel suite (it felt dangerous to use spell fire indoors) and sat cross-legged on the floor, holding out his right hand. Soon, a ball of flame glowing a steady red light, the so-called spell fire, burst out of thin air from his palm.

It was also at this time that Bediwell had the opportunity to take a good look at his own spell fire. Dialogue is important. It was Lawrence the Great Spellcaster who gave this spell fire to Bedeville, and Lawrence said that spellcasters need to communicate with their spell fire from time to time in order to better understand their spells. To put it simply, all spells are used by the user commanding the fire of spells to cast spells (spells). If they can't communicate properly with the spirits who are their partners, the sorcerer will not be able to use spells freely.

Just a closer look, it's really not much different from a normal fireball, except for almost no heat. This thing is more like some kind of light bulb that emits fire, it's not actually a fireball, it's a spirit being. According to Lawrence, this spell fire was originally supposed to be a spirit created by the Great Teacher Clarna, and it should be a shadow between the Holy Spirit and the evil spirit. This spirit gradually split from the original one into countless subsets, expanding and multiplying with the increase in the number of sorcerers in the world.

It reproduces by collecting surplus free photons from the user's body. In general, non-epic organisms ingest food from their environment while absorbing free photons. Free photons make living things stronger, but they don't stay in the organism for long and eventually escape. The spell fire collects the free photons that are about to escape and be wasted, and grows stronger. In this way, this thing is quite scientific, it will not affect the survival of the host, and it can become more and more powerful over time.

However, I always felt a little uneasy. Bediwell looked at the fire in front of him, and his heart was filled with trepidation. There is a price to be paid for the use of power, and the greater the power, the greater the price to pay. Each time a spell is used, something is actually taken from the user------ and what exactly is taken depends on the actual situation. Because it threatens the user's life, spells are called dangerous forbidden spells.

Today, in order to defeat the powerful guardian in the tomb of the Pharaohs, Bedivel had already used several spells that seemed extremely powerful. He wouldn't be surprised even if the cost of using these spells was to consume his life. But until now, he hadn't felt any changes in his body. Is there really no problem with that?

Just as the werewolf youth stared at the spell fire in his palm, he was suddenly surrounded by darkness in front of him. Everything was transformed into boundless darkness out of thin air, except for the flame in his hand.

"Huh?" the werewolf youth couldn't help but be shocked when he realized the changes around him.

＂...... Who's ...... Is anyone there?" he called.

No response. There was nothing but darkness all around, and it was a deathly silence. The hotel room was filled with the snoring of Aubert and the sound of Elaine taking a shower, but these sounds have completely disappeared.

Tranquility grabbed Bediwell, causing the werewolf youth to panic. He thought that the spell he had used before would pay a price, and now his spell fire was about to demand his life from him!

"There is no such thing. However, a voice interrupted Bediwell's panic. A voice that popped up in the darkness, not far away, seemed to be accessible by walking.

"Who'......?" the werewolf youth then looked in the direction of the voice, even though he knew that the place where it was was only darkness.

Or maybe not.

There, a fire lit up. A woman dressed in a black robe sat on the floor, the flame of spell in her hand faintly illuminating a small area around her body, allowing Bedeville to see her in the darkness.

The black robe felt slightly tattered, but the black hood and collar were delicately embroidered with lace carvings with pure gold silk threads, which seemed to be made of metal threads, and maybe even made of pure gold threads, so although the fabric of the black robe was a little worn, the metal parts were timeless, and they reflected the beautiful gold color under the fire of the spell, which was a stark contrast to the black cloth robe. The gold-entangled black robe had a large hood, and the hood covered most of the woman's face, but the woman's fair face was still looming in front of Bediwell, it was a typical melon seed face, and the delicate chin and the right thickness of the red lips showed that the woman's face hidden in the shadow of the hood must be the face of a great beauty.

"You...... Who is it?" the werewolf youth snorted in confusion.

"My name is Krana, and I now get in touch with you with the power of spell fire. The woman replied in a plain tone, "Your soul must be very strong to see me." ＂