"—then see if I can send you to Socrates?!"

The purple light that Pilkin held in the palm of his hand was originally like a mist and flowing water, but at this moment, it instantly distorted into an irregular ribbon and condensed into a plural ball of light in the blink of an eye, and his hand also rose upward, and the ball of light that was forming suddenly moved stupidly and was about to fly out, and it was foreseeable that Finley, who was hit by them, would not end up better than his loyal little mice - if a long figure hadn't stopped in front of him without thinking.

The bastard who stood in his way was still Jin Shaolan, the corners of his mouth pursed, making his face look a little tense and silent calm.

Pilkin's face was almost contorted with rage, and his muffled voice was almost growling:

"Juniperberry, what are you doing?! Are you going to tell me you're crazy?! ”

Although the stinging pain in the corners of his forehead and the blood flowing into his eyes made it impossible to ignore the sticky discomfort, Jin Shaolan's answer remained calm: "Maybe." Maybe that's exactly what you say. ”

Pilkin was a little speechless for a moment. was originally ready to make a reprimand, no matter how Jin Shaolan defended himself, he would smash his head and face and smash it, but he was held in his throat for a while. Seeing that he was silent and stopped, Jin Shaolan spoke again.

"Maybe you'd like to hear why I think you'd be doing a detriment to yourself, not mine, if you do it."

Pilkin closed his eyes. As if struggling to suppress his rising anger, he grimaced and took a deep breath.

"Okay, then let me hear how you want to convince me...... If you don't make it......"

His face suddenly enlarged in Jin Shaolan's sight, and he stared at him viciously, and his voice was a little hideous, "You, and the teacher, you two will pay the price together-together!" ”

Jin Shaolan paused for two seconds. He replied nervously but methodically.

“…… As you can see," he said, quickly, "I still have a little bit of value for you, so that you don't have to do some unimportant but necessary chores yourself until you can complete your task successfully." And in addition to your thoughtfulness, I can also offer my own very premature advice, which will definitely add some possibilities to help you break out of the mindset faster.

“…… So you must now secure my insignificant life – just as you do to ensure your own interests. ”

Jin Shaolan looked directly at Pilkin from below, even though he was still kneeling in front of the latter.

"That means you can't kill me at this moment......"

In his expression, he already had a bit of the aggressiveness of the big sawcarp hidden under the calm water: "When I encounter danger or even seek my own death, you have to prevent me from giving up my life-"

Before the enraged Pilguin did, he said, "if you're not ready to accept that your elaborate arrangements have gone down the drain." ”

Pilkin was furious. Perhaps Jin Shaolan and Finley should be glad for this: Mr. Pilkin is still a contractor, and he has never been a kitchen knife-footed man who rushes to fight the enemy at a hot head, which makes him retain the last of his composure. Of course, maybe, just maybe, and perhaps it is Pilkin himself who should be thankful for this.

“…… So you want to tell me that I can't kill you? Juniper berry? Pilkin tried to restrain his anger and said, keeping his tone as calm as possible. Under Pilkin's angry gaze, which was close to exploding, Jin Shaolan slowly straightened his back. His expression and words became more and more aggressive:

"No, of course you can, anytime you want? - As long as you are willing to suffer this little loss that is not even commendable? Cold sweat was running down the side of his nose, and he didn't seem to notice it. You are such a powerful contractor that everything is under your control, both now and after you have completed your plans. As you can see, Mr. Squad Leader: it's as simple as that - either you just keep going, or you kill both of us together,"

Pilkin's pupils dilated by anger reflected the figure of a red-robed mage half-kneeling on the ground, different from Pilkin's own eyes that gradually climbed into fine bloodshots, and what looked at him was Jin Shaolan's eyes with cold sweat and blood, but with a calm inorganic luster:

"After all, if you kill the 'teacher' here, 'certainly' it will make me and I unable to trust your promise that 'any' will spare my life for the sake of use."

A blinding pale purple light swept across the retina for a moment, making the optic nerve unable to even receive all other signals for a while. Jin Shaolan involuntarily closed her eyes, and at the same time, her arms subconsciously protected her chest. The man, who had always made himself look as decent as possible, fell to his knees with difficulty, and when he recovered from the painful stimulus, he realized that he was leaning down as far as he could and holding his left upper arm.

Blood trickled down his fingers. Ignoring the injury and pain in his left arm, Jin Shaolan turned his head suddenly.

Finley fell to the ground silently, silent. Like Jin Shaolan, the "teacher's" white shirt also had purple crystallization marks caused by magic burns and blood stains slowly oozing from the inside out.

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Magic Explosion LV1:

Instantaneous.

Consumes 25 mana to create a caster-centric magic blast that deals 11 to 13 arcane damage to all targets within a 39 yard radius.

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On the opposite side is the apprentice squad leader, Pilkin, who is serious and old-fashioned, revealing a warm and kind smile.

"Very well, apprentice;" He said. "You convinced me—

"Of course, it was just a little punishment - to help you recognize who you are now-"

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In another basement of Medivan's sprawling wine cellar, there was a faint light that flickered in the dim light, except for the cold glow of the ghosts in the original cellar. If you look closer, you can see a man in a robe shrouded in light. He has a light complexion, a high nose and eyebrow bones, and a distinctly Western European facial line. This man's temperament complements his simple robes, but he lacks the erudition and calmness of the people like Tabesa and Bauer. Through this, it is not difficult to judge that he is a mage apprentice.

There was some kind of invisible ripple in the air, or rather in space, that seemed to be turbulent. The mage's apprentice tilted his head as if listening for a moment, then he picked up the lantern again and adjusted his direction. Under the dim fluorescence, through the swaying sleeves of his shirt, a wand with silver gems hung from his left waist, the gems were clear and transparent, and thirty-seven delicate facets were polished on the spherical shape.