When Shi Kodi heard this, she didn't feel the slightest sense of relief or joy, but felt chills all over her body.

Because she never knew about it, since the other party could silently set up a talisman on herself, she could naturally also set up some kind of prohibition that could take her life at any time and be cornered; Or maybe the so-called "talisman" itself is a kind of prohibition that can take effect at a critical moment......

With Miss Witch's knowledge of the teacher, she could think of any bad thing she could think of—no matter how vile and vicious it was—and even more unscrupulous than she had imagined.

This was not unfounded, and Sycody immediately realized that the intention of the other party's answer was just as clear: it was a threat, a knock. That doesn't bode well, she thought. Communicating with a legendary wizard is indeed a dangerous job of seeking the skin of a tiger, and if you are not careful, you will get stuck in a quagmire and it will be difficult to get out.

Next, if she didn't have the courage to break the jade rather than the whole thing, I am afraid that her position would not be as firm as in the past.

"Thank you."

Instead of expressing displeasure, Sycody changed her tone to a slightly more respectful tone and bowed to Longman Hall. She didn't feel angry, partly because it was expected, but also because the anger of the incompetent was always so meaningless, and she didn't want to let herself get carried away by this worthless anger.

The ability to use everything and people at their disposal is a characteristic of the wizard community, who do not have much to praise in the first place. It's impossible to get a wizard to follow the rules like a knight.

What's more, Langman Hall is dignified and domineering, and he has the strength to kill himself in the blink of an eye, which is the simplest and most naked use. If she were a legendary wizard herself, she would probably casually say similar threats to some valuable subordinates.

just felt a little ...... It's just a little frustrating.

All the efforts she has made in the past are like a puppet villain who is being manipulated to dance on the stage with a silk thread hidden behind her back, but the villain knows nothing about it, struggles hard, waving her hands and feet, thinking that she can break free from the shackles of fate and power by herself.

But this is an illusion after all, and the fragile is like a bubble on the surface of the water, which disappears when you blow it. The weak cannot really grasp the direction of their own destiny, like a small boat sailing on stormy seas... If she couldn't become a legendary wizard like Lord Rasputin, she would probably have to live in the shadow of Longman Hall for the rest of her life.

Or choose another person who can provide asylum? Unconsciously in her mind, a masked figure standing on top of a tower.

…… What the young witch didn't know, of course, was that if she spoke her heart, it would definitely resonate with the unattainable "Lord Raspuchin" in her eyes.

"In the meantime, you're going to stay on Raspuchin's side."

Longman Hall turned to the edge of the table and re-raised his glass.

"Something needs to be reported to me in a timely manner. But if it doesn't matter, don't contact me. so as not to arouse suspicion. Be his assistant with peace of mind. ”

“...... Be. ”

"That's a good thing for you. Isn't it? ”

Longman Hall chuckled and put the glass full of bright red liquid to his lips, the wine staining the man's beard red. Again, the other party showed that kind of look that made her feel very disgusted.

*

Night was falling.

At some point, the night was so thick that she couldn't dissolve, and the temperature around the lake was getting cooler than elsewhere, and she felt a wet chill approaching. Poeti finally came to her senses and walked towards the house that radiated a warm light.

There is no ability to refuse, and there is no reason to refuse, starting tomorrow, she will temporarily withdraw from the Black Blood Society and join the Raspuchin School, although it is only a cooperation in name, but since her teachers have said that kind of thing, I am afraid that she will not be able to go back during this time, and even the people of the Black Blood Society may not be able to meet it.

Does this mean that Longman Hall intends to kick himself out of the decision-making echelons of the school? Judging by their own special status and the attitude of the other party, it is not impossible.

All subordinates are just a tool in the eyes of the leader, and the difference is in rarity and ease of use. For legendary wizards, where Scotti is truly valuable lies in the bloodline of the Witch of Destiny. As for other capabilities, they are not irreplaceable.

In other words, Longman Hall could have imprisoned himself and forced himself to use his abilities when he needed to. As soon as she thought of this possibility, she couldn't help but tremble.

This is one of the reasons for Poeti's distress, and the other is that she doesn't know how to get along with Lord Rasputin: is a sudden opportunity to go to the other person's side really a good thing for herself? She did have the idea of getting to know each other better, but it shouldn't be for that reason.

As the chief student, there is no way to hide her whereabouts from the outside world. When this news gets out, everyone on the tower will know that the two wizard leaders have chosen to form an alliance, which will cause an uproar, right?

From the moment Lord Rasputin nodded, it was equivalent to acquiescing to the development of events. This is also part of the collaboration. However, how would he feel about himself being forcibly stuffed? In case you don't want to see it......

She reached out and rubbed her face, which was somewhat cold from the night wind, and stepped up the stairs. The door was not locked. This house where the witch lives, naturally there is no need to worry about robbers.

Silky pushed open the door and saw a dim glow of light in the room. The fireplace burns with a warm glow, leaving a faint fragrance lingering. The interior of the room is not luxurious, with white walls, red carpets, plain curtains and vases, and a sense of home.

In addition to the oil paintings hanging on the walls, there are several pots of delicate flowers at the bottom of the stairs that have been carefully cared for by their roommates. The exhibition table is decorated with handicrafts made by her. Some are clumsy, some are delicate, these are her works from different periods, but for Poetic, they all symbolize irreplaceable memories.

There were two cups of black tea on the table. One of them was already cold, and the other was held in the roommate's hand.

- Sitting across the table was a young girl with long hair that shone like gold in the candlelight. The heavy book was spread out in front of her. The girl was reading intently, as if she had no notice of anyone approaching.

Seeing this daily scene as always, Silky subconsciously felt a little relieved.