Al has seen the portrait of His Majesty the Bloody Butcher after he ascended the throne, cold, hard, and the people of the world are all courtiers, and the kingly spirit is rushing to his face, but he can't imagine being associated with crybabys.

Because of what kind of lady Meryl is, it is that His Majesty the Emperor has written such an emotional self-description for her.

Could it be that it was because of her that the bloody butcher embarked on the road of an emperor who ruled the world?

"Set up a mission to retrieve all of Inmeryl's information. ”

"After the search, there is a place related to Inmeril. ”

That is, there is nothing else but the one in Al's hand.

Since he didn't have it, he was left behind for the time being, and the librarian urged him to leave, and they were going back to rest.

Al returned to the dormitory, and not only did he not return, but Amo and Turn.

Pullman, with his bare white ass, fights fiercely with a girl from the academy as if no one else is there, and greets Al warmly when he sees him back. I was very excited to be seen.

Since the last time he helped him stop the assassination girl, Pullman has a good impression of Al, and he doesn't mind Al's cold attitude at all, and thinks of him for any good thing.

For example, I once asked four energetic girls from the college to go back to the dormitory, one by one or something.

Al nodded in response and returned to his room, closing his eyes and resting, really tired.

He has to remotely manipulate hundreds of mouse brothers every day, process a large amount of data, and even at night the mouse brothers do not rest, and some teachers have a lot of interesting things in their offices.

Ingesting too much memory at the same time can cause a lot of damage to brain cells, and Al's bloodline ability: regeneration is constantly working and repairing. And his bloodline power is still full even after the last successive battles with Dragonborn Jarvis.

I don't know how much of his current derivative bloodline power has awakened, from the top 'Iron Blood', legendary abilities: 'Regeneration', 'Gluttony', 'Extraordinary Physique', and a little more 'Steel and Iron Bone', 'Battle Master', 'Battle Intuition', 'Battle Commander', 'Belligerent', 'Fury', 'Fighting Braver', low-level 'Primary Spell Damage Resistance', 'Intermediate Physical Damage Resistance', 'Endurance', 'Durability' and so on.

This is the fundamental reason that supports him as a small sixth-level mage to fight against a twelfth-level elite dragonborn warrior, and the bloodline ability is more exaggerated and terrifying than his magic power has grown, and it makes him afraid of himself.

It's as if his flesh is an endless treasure trove that can never be developed.

It was as if the body that carried the memories of his fifteen years of growth was not his body.

According to the information he obtained from the bloodline research laboratory, the more mature and stable the bloodline, the stronger the strength, the higher the degree of integration with the body, and the less likely it is to be stripped away. Even if Al stands now and does not resist and lets them draw blood, anyone who gets his bloodline will only be rejected by the powerful bloodline power.

That's why he was so uneasy and panicked, so he wanted to know what the people behind him wanted to do, what they wanted to get from him.

The night owls meet again once a month, and in the end, only Al, Add, and Tyen are left behind.

Ti'an was injured and his steps were vain, and it was the first time for Al to see him look so embarrassed.

"I haven't seen you like this for more than half a month?" Eddie asked first.

"Fight with a monster. Tian's chaotic energy missile motioned for him to stay away from him. Friendship is friendship, and what you did at the beginning cannot be forgotten.

Add smirked, "What kind of monster, more powerful than you, and Jarvis?"

"It's so much more powerful than that stupid dragon, and a dozen of us have been pressed down in turn. This is the secret of the laboratory, don't ask. ”

Tian threw a small treasure and threw it to Al, who caught it and knew what was inside, and he couldn't get the soul diamond that he couldn't buy

"What do you want me to do with this?"

Tian didn't say anything, threw another scroll to Add, and turned away.

"Hey, he's going to wash the Marquis's Mansion in blood, so I'm looking for your help. Eddie whispered next to Al and opened the scroll that Tyen had given her with a smug face.

Al unceremoniously took it and swept it aside, it was a special spell that didn't have much effect on him.

"Yalvis is going back to recuperate, we really don't want to kill him? ”

"I'll go find him, you don't care. ”

Al coldly returned the scroll to Add and turned to leave, unwilling to talk more about the Dragonborn.

Defeated by his curse, Jarvis had the idea of eating him in his head, a thought that almost controlled his mind.

Al could never eat people, and it was with great difficulty that he suppressed that desire.

Al didn't react this way when Jarvis was defeated in the lab, and what happened to him after he left the lab?

Al intuitively felt that his own situation had something to do with the people behind him, and he refused to let them do what they wanted.

As long as Yálvis was alive, he had a chance to see the corner of the thick shadows.

In a deep house, in the basement, Yalvis, who was in love with the hearts of three teenagers, convulsed naked in a magic circle.

The limbs, the heart, and the neck, all opened a bloody wound,

The blood that flowed out was freezing in an instant, and if you looked closely, you would find that there were many white insect corpses inside.

"How long is it going to take!Nick!How long is it going to be to clean up these damn bugs!" Jarvis roared in pain, his voice echoing only in the chamber.

"In a little more than a month, your blood will be replaced, and the curse he has placed on you should be removed. ”

"That's what you said last time!He's just a little mage of level six, and I can't do anything with the divine power of the Lord of Frost on my body!"

Hmph, the power of the Golden Book, how can a little frost dragon resist.

Mage Nick stood aside, looking at the ice cubes as if they were works of art.

"Integrate the poisonous spell into the blood, engrave the spell mark on the heart, bone marrow, and merge into one, and live by devouring the blood, as long as the person is alive, the spell will never be lifted, endless, and never die. And what he consumes is a magic power that is not worth mentioning. What a perfect idea, what a perfect spell, why you are so favored by magic, Albenstock. ”

"What are you talking about!Are you free from my bloodline control!Nick!I command you, help me up!" Jarvis smacked mage Nick.

"Yes, my lord. Nick gracefully bent over Layalvis, his smile so disgusting, not at all conscious of being a servant. When he gets up, he's going to have to teach this damn guy a hard lesson.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the magic array under his body lit up, and he fainted weakly and collapsed to the ground.

Immediately out of his shadow came a mouse with scarlet eyes, and his fierce mouth opened to bite Jarvis.

Nick hugged it with a smile, the magic aura in his hand firmly locked on the frenzied mouse, whoever stopped him, he would bite whom.

"Why didn't you learn anything from your father?"

"Wait, our little prince, who will let you eat him, your wise father has left a lot of things on him. ”

"Now is not the time for him to find out. ”