“...... As for it?"

Hearing this helpless voice from the bottom of his heart, the corners of Ian's mouth suddenly hooked up a slight arc. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info He knew that what Harris was doing at the moment was ridiculous. However, in his own opinion, his behavior at the moment should not be judged by not being judged, but more so by using it - not practical.

When the huge silver-white airship covered the sky, he stood in the shadowed square, and suddenly found that he had figured out a lot of things, and found that his former caution was actually so funny and ridiculous.

Self-denial does not mean that you have to be timid!

Deliberately restricting yourself is a manifestation of not being able to let go!

Do what you want without going beyond the rules.

This sentence spoken by the saint on the earth is the realm he should really pursue.

What about the nightfall?

This is the most effective and straightforward approach at this time. The world already knows who the master of the eternal night is, and no one will be panicked or shocked even if the night falls again. At the same time, no one would associate the arrival of night with a troubled potion apprentice, and all who witnessed it were probably just a lucky man who happened to encounter the Juggernaut's summoning of the eternal night.

Of course, there may be a 1 in 10,000 chance that some people will be aware of their identity through this specially arrived night, but so what?

Even if they perceive the truth, do they really dare to make any rash moves?

No, they don't dare, they will keep their mouths shut tighter than anyone else, and put their hands and feet on the ground more decently than anyone else!

Ian has always been unable to shake his mind of putting himself in a vulnerable position, and all he thinks about is the immense pressure of this vast empire and the three supreme powers. But is he really in an absolutely vulnerable position? No, not really. When the Empire learns of his existence, the supreme power of the sinners, these seemingly lofty beings will also feel the tremendous pressure brought by him.

This was not his delusion, and he could already see many clues in the attitude of the prophet and the crimson towards him.

People who stand at different heights should have the mentality of belonging to this height, Ian didn't realize this before, but now he finally realized under the stimulation of the future vision, and he removed the shackles of his mind before this potion competition.

The seemingly eternal night did not last long, and its departure was as abrupt as it was when it arrived. When Ian quietly withdrew his power, in just a few minutes, the sun and day drove away the uninvited guest, regained domination of the sky, and sprinkled the warm and warm light on the earth again.

There is an unshakable balance in this world, even if the master of the eternal night uses his authority to destroy this balance and forcibly occupy time that does not belong to him, but when he puts down the scepter in his hand, the world will return the time belonging to the day to its original owner by reducing the length of the night in the future.

If the forcible occupation time is relatively short, the process will be very smooth, only a few seconds per day, so that ordinary people will not be able to detect half a point of abnormality. But if you forcibly occupy a few hours like you did in the Northern Regions a year ago, then the process will become extremely violent, making the time of day and night chaotic and bizarre!

As the master of the eternal night, Ian can perceive the scale. Having had experienced it, he certainly wouldn't have plunged the world into such chaos. For him, the few minutes of darkness were more than enough to prove some of the truths that had been deliberately concealed, and to save him from the fate of being thrown out of the venue.

At this moment, the embarrassed young man, who was still grabbed by the guards' arms, raised his head, deflected his gaze upwards from the scattered medicinal herbs, and then stopped on the judging stand in the center of the stands, laughing out loud with emotion.

"It seems that the Lord Most High is watching over me. ”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, making them look sharper in everyone's eyes.

"Your Excellency, is there anything else you can say?"

On the judging stand, Mr. Polly, who was standing stiffly, froze in place.

He knew that his expression must be very exciting at this moment, because most of the people in the room had already focused their eyes on his face. He didn't dare look at the source of any of these eyes, nor did he dare to make eye contact with any of them. The sudden darkness of the night had already announced the facts and truth to everyone, and any quibbles had lost half of their meaning, and could only make a "gurgling" sound on their lips.

The eternal night receded, and the sun, which symbolized all the beauty of the world, shone down on him, as if he were clothed with a brilliant golden veil, but the solemn and sacred golden garment and his pale, distorted countenance made all those who saw such a scene at this time feel funny and awkward from the bottom of their hearts.

What a gorgeous clown this is.

Wearing the holiest clothes in the world, but doing many dirty things in this world. wears a fair and strict mask, but behind the mask there is an ugly and obscene face.

"What an ugly look this is! I didn't expect our Apothecary Guild to have scum like you!"

A disgusted sigh rang out from an independent stand. Everyone turned their heads to look and found an old man in a rich robe with a white beard standing up angrily from his seat.

That's Master Klin!

Many people recognized the identity of this old man, and knew that he was a highly respected master of pharmacy, and he had a high status in the entire pharmacy guild that was second only to the guild leader. If it weren't for the fact that his own disciple Wilmot was participating in this competition, the old man would have been a member of the judging podium, the second judge after Master Bruns.

At this moment, the master had gotten up and walked to the railing of the stand-alone stand, leaned over, stretched out his index finger, and pointed at the "clown" on the judging stand, who was trying to make some noise, and gave a majestic and angry voice to the guards.

"Guards, dragging this sinner who has defiled the Divine Apothecary down and letting this villain continue to stay on the judging stand will be a disservice to the reputation of the entire Apothecary Guild and a desecration of this fair game!"

"What...... etc......"

Seeing that the old man's index finger was pointing straight at him, Mr. Polly suddenly came back to his senses. His eyes widened and he looked in disbelief at the old man in the stands, who was as majestic as a judge, and immediately wanted to shout. However, before he could spit out half a word, the guard who had been waiting behind him immediately reached out and snapped out of his neck, stuffed the words he was about to blurt out into his stomach again, and dragged him to the ground.