Amazing, incomparably magical.

Theresa quietly moved her hand on the hospital bed for a while, and that hand felt no pain, and it should be said that it had lost all its sense of touch.

However, she can move this hand.

It's magical.

Teresa underwent a full physical examination, both visually and audibly, and she had some impairment, but it was not serious.

"We'll help you resuscitate the nerves in your arm as soon as possible."

Mireanna appeared at Teresa's hospital bed, only this time she didn't wear a veil.

It can be seen that she is a very beautiful woman, and her iris is pure red, which is enough to prove that her Leonard blood is pure.

"I did my best."

Loyal to victory but more passionate about protecting her own life, Teresa suspects that as long as she doesn't open her mouth, Roman won't get out of his life.

His desire to win borders on paranoia.

Teresa, who was lying on the hospital bed, had a lot of red fever and burned, her tone was weak, but her eyes were still very lively.

"You've done a great job."

Mireanna said, it should be said that it was a pleasant surprise.

Mireanna watched Shambhala lift Teresa onto the stretcher, and on the back foot she watched Roman slowly kneel on one knee with his staff and bow his head, as if he was restraining himself from digesting discomfort.

Roman had been restraining the rate of breathing, but he didn't know that his breathing rate was much faster than that of ordinary people.

Roman's abnormality surprises the rest of the people - it turns out that Roman also has an unknown side.

"Get out of the ......"

Cold sweat couldn't stop oozing from his forehead, and Roman stood up with his staff, his eyes slowly narrowing.

"I can walk on my own."

Roman's unfriendly attitude stopped Shambhala.

Mireanna could see the unseemly sweat on the young man's forehead, and she turned sideways to make a way for the young man to walk by.

Roman smelled of burning, the hem of his clothes was eroded by fire, and Teresa, who was cornered, never made Roman a mess.

Looking at Roman's somewhat slow movement, Mireanna pondered.

……

"Is it recorded?"

Back in the room where Roman and Teresa were watching, it was already time to fall asleep, but Shambhala didn't rest.

"Recorded it.

"Roman's compressed pocket ball of light and the moment the sphere of light carried by the sphere were released.

"Analyze."

Shambhala didn't want to let go of any information about the "Thunder Finger", which was a secret kept by the Buda family, because the overly mysterious outside world did not have a fixed understanding of the "Thunder Finger".

"Can't analyze ...... That's just the thunder element. ”

Shambhala has always thought of Roman's Pocket Orb of Light as a complex complex, like a visual effect achieved by the mixing of several different attributes.

"You mean Roman doesn't need a medium at all, he can extract thunder and lightning from his body and compress it?"

Roman sounds like a vessel that can produce, store, and distill the thunder from his body.

This ball of light is the best example of this.

"No way, when the ball of light touched Teresa's force field shield, there was a sharp acceleration that broke through the speed of the naked eye."

What made Shambhala more curious than extraction was how Roman did it the moment the ball of light disappeared.

"Sonic don't ignore what I'm saying on the field."

Mireanna said with her arms crossed, staring at the results of the analysis that had repeatedly analyzed the composition of the Roman's photosphere.

It's scary, Thunder Finger.

The inability to reproduce the Thunder Finger determines its height.

A lightning bomb that can be fired by an electric eel.

"Okay, that's it. We seem to have always complicated Thunder Finger, the composition of Thunder Finger is not new, but his role is novel. ”

Theresa is a great example of this, and Shambhala found that she had only lost her sense of touch, but her hands were still moving, and her muscles were still alive, a novel discovery.

It turns out that lightning can have such a special effect.

"Now, does Roman still need an opponent? Because he did not listen to our advice, he bathed after being injected with the active potion, and he now has a high fever. ”

The regimen of repeated injections of the active agent is not unfeasible and unnecessary.

"It's not wise to put students from Northern College to him. Even if it has reference value, it is of little significance, and there are some techniques in the north that cannot be put on the table. ”

Shambhala began voting, and one of the cases where it did not declare to the students of Modo College was that Shambhala did not screen students from one college.

The selection of Sing Tao is the selection of the whole territory.

"That's it, let Roman recuperate, there are still many people who need to be evaluated."

Eventually, Roman stopped, which allowed Roman to recuperate and Shambhala was relieved.

"Wait a minute"

Just as the crowd was back in their busyness, Mireanna spoke.

"It seems that someone has forgotten something."

"I remember what a bet we had between us."

Everyone present knew what Mireanna was trying to say, and most of Shambhala did not represent the truth.

Mireanna won the bet, and there must be a bet.

"The reward is the same whenever there is a bet."

It seems that Shambhala is not easy to gamble, but once the bet is established, the bonus weight will appear.

"From the casino city of Sindari, you seem to be particularly good at throwing a thousand pounds around."

The person who spoke to Mireanna had always been Dam, who was the coordinating member of Shambhala.

"What you said is quite sour, I only won one game, and I am not good at gambling because I was born in Sindari."

Mireanna nodded, and from her words and performance, it was almost impossible for outsiders to tell whether she denied or agreed with Dam's words.

"I'll let you know when I've figured out my wishes, and I can't afford to waste my chance."

Mireanna waved her hand, not willing to waste a precious opportunity.

"May I ask a question in my mind?"

Danmu and Mireanna have worked together for a long time, and they have known each other since they were students.

"Maybe you want to ask why I still chose Roman."

From her student days, Mireanna was a person with an outstanding sense of smell, and now Mireanna has become a person with a keen sense of smell.

"I don't think Theresa can surpass someone who has twice as many composite indices as herself."

When Mu listened to the words, he nodded, and did not ask anything, although what Mireanna said did not match the fact that Shambhala monitored and evaluated the students, but it was possible.

Roman is not limited by numbers, he is limitless.

Mireanna thought of Roman's skyrocketing uncapped value.

……

There is a kind of physical discomfort that triggers the desire to retch, and Roman's brain has always signaled to him that he wants to vomit.

Returning to the room, Roman didn't have a chance to sit down at all, he rushed into the bathroom impatiently, holding on to the sink and picking his throat, Roman's brain turned horribly white in the process of successfully inducing vomiting.

He didn't think about anything but to make himself comfortable.

Rinsing his mouth to remove the acid and bitterness on his tongue, cold water dripping from his chin, the hot melt sensation in his brain faded slightly, and the nausea signal in his head finally stopped.

Roman held on to the wall of the sink and gasped softly, and when he was gasping for breath, he desperately needed to lie down, and he didn't know if he would do what Shambhala had promised - to win and fight.

For the first time, he didn't dislike the messy status quo on his body.

He just leaned tiredly on the edge of the bed and closed his sore eyes, all his senses closing in the uncomfortable heat of his head.

He saw the things in the room more and more blurry, and the last thing he saw turned into a swirl of chaos that burrowed into his eyes, and he fell asleep exhausted.

He didn't know why he could still dream even when he was so tired.

He opened his eyes in a dream, and in the dream there was a scene of Teresa summoning the sun to swallow his vision, and he watched it all quietly outside the event.

The fireball was like the sun, devouring heat, dazzling fire that instantly engulfed him a few hours ago, even if he was in another time and space, he could still feel the light and warmth of the sun bringing his body.

In his sleep, Roman himself did not know that he was holding himself with both hands subconsciously, and his body temperature warmed up not because of the sun created by Teresa, but because Roman himself hugged himself.

The force field shield of Roman began to melt in the firelight, and he endured the burning sensation of the heat in that time and space, while Roman himself felt a sense of oppression and warmth that was only wrapped in things—as if he was burning and deforming the force field shield.

He seemed to have been in the center of the sun for a century, and the feeling of oppression and burning was not rejected by Roman, and he even felt very comfortable.

An inopportune knock on the door woke Roman, who remained wary of the outside world even though he was weak.

Roman woke up quiet for a while, he didn't open his eyes immediately, he was too sleepy.

After a while, he struggled to open his eyes, and then he realized that he was holding himself tightly.

He let go of his hand and shook off his hand, which was a little sore, from excessive nervousness, before Roman spoke.

"It's contrived to knock on a door that can't be opened inside......"

He found that he had slept for a while, and his throat felt like he had been in the sand.

The door opened, and in was still the masked Shambhala.

"It stands to reason that you should be responsible for your actions, but this is a special case."

Shambhala came over with a box.

"The special case is that I come from a prosperous family......"

Roman received it slowly, and he didn't seem to reflect on the fever he had caused because he didn't listen to the advice.

The sick Roman is still Roman's true colors.

"You don't reflect on your mistakes at all."

Shambhala placed the box on Roman's bedside table, which contained a regular medicine to relieve Roman's side effects after the injection.

"I know what the side effects of those potions are, but I just induce them more thoroughly......"

Roman opened the box, took out the pills inside, stuffed them directly into his mouth and chewed them.

He wasn't as ignorant as Shambhala thought, so he was acting rather "calm."

The sour and strange smell of the pill spread in his mouth, and he wasn't going to bother with the Shambhala mage who had just come to deliver the medicine.

Seeing Roman lie down and continue to rest after taking the medicine, Shambhala left boringly.

After the competition, Shambhala stopped monitoring the students who completed the assessment, so Roman's weakened side was not visible to the public, and everyone only saw him quietly swallowing the pill at the end.

Roman's painful struggles are only flashes and are not common.