"Is that all right, are you satisfied to see him become the 'good guy' you want him to be?" In the observatory on the top floor of the Gray Tower, An Lina, who had finished controlling Colante from the scarlet velvet seat, looked at the back by the window with an undisguised anger on her face. Countless ghosts flashed from the robe on this back, like rising smoke, and in an instant, they turned into a hideous human face. Clark, Lord of the Grey Tower, turned his head and withdrew his gaze from the endless frozen wasteland outside his window.

"Ann Lina, Ann Lina. It was Cheese's own choice, and I never wanted to control his mind. The incredibly powerful spellcaster had a rare expression of helplessness when confronted by an angry vampire, as if a school teacher was explaining to a parent of a student who had lost his mind. But the reassuring smile on Clark's lips revealed that he definitely didn't care about what Cheese showed as he said he was.

Ann Lina got up from her chair, she no longer cared about the fact that the man in front of her was her teacher, and the sense of justice shown by the cheese made her excited, and the nails of her hands became longer and turned into sharp claws. But the untimely sunlight shining through the windows forced her to keep her distance from the Lord of the Grey Tower. The vampire's scarlet eyes twinkled with confusion, because a second before she was sure that the scenery outside the window was a quiet night. But at this time, the instinct of the blood clan reminded her that the light in front of her feet was indeed the real sunshine, and if she took one step further, even the vampire king would be wiped out.

The claws and fangs were retracted by reason, and Ann Lina patted her clothes as if nothing had happened just now. Immediately, the sun disappeared and the night returned. "Can you do this kind of thing already?" asked the vampire, somewhat solemnly. Controlling the weather may not be too difficult a spell, but summoning sunlight as you like Clark seems to be beyond the caster.

The Lord of the Grey Tower still had a smile on his face, and he shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Actually, it's not as powerful as you think, I just made a few mirrors to draw the sunlight over." The specific principle is very similar to that of a mirage. But you, is it worth your real anger? Isn't cheese just a pastime when you send out a long life of boredom?"

"Don't tell me it wasn't arranged by you, there are so many places in the world where you can be tested, why did you send him to the blue lion? that country brainwashed by stupid chivalry... Do you know how many people have been killed by that so-called justice?" Ann Lina didn't answer Clark's question, just stared at the gray-robed mage to herself, anyone who could see the magic condensed in her eyes would probably have heart palpitations, but as a teacher of vampire magic, Clark didn't seem to care.

"Ann Lina, you have to know that there is nothing in this world that does not allow people to die. What about ambition? What about intellectual curiosity? Not to mention these things, how many mortals have dedicated their entire lives to family and friendship, and they have given up their dreams and talents for this purpose, just to meet the expectations of their relatives! When you come to this world, nothing is kind to you, and every good thing has a price!" Clark said, and a thunderbolt flashed behind him, illuminating the entire observatory. "But so what? The saddest people in the world are the ones who don't dare to enter the game with those pitiful chips, and they don't want to turn away, and they don't have the courage to bet everything. Do you want Cheese to stay away from this hypocritical goodness? But that has to be up to him, and first of all, he has to know what is good and what is evil. ”

The Grey Tower's tone became more and more severe, and the robes on his body began to be windless. "Cheese, it's my disciple, not yours. I can help him resist what he has to fight and what he has to carry, but you can't. Ann Lina, you should know very well that in the future, that future without me, you can't protect him. So he must protect himself!" Clarke's tone softened, but his face remained serious, "Listen, I have many disciples, and I have witnessed the coming of age of each of them, how they have found their way, and I have given each of them an emblem that matches their personality. But the cheese, only the cheese, his emblem cannot be given by me, he must find his own emblem, and then he will really graduate from his apprenticeship. Because to fight against what he is fighting against, the strength is meaningless. ”

Ann Lina opened her mouth, she wanted to refute Clark's words, but she couldn't find the right words, because she knew that the other person was not wrong. "So what else can I do... Can I just watch him walk out and go farther and farther away?"

The Lord of the Grey Tower smiled bitterly and nodded, "That's right, at least you can watch him go farther away." Accept it, it's his life, and no one else can interfere. With that, the figure of the gray-robed mage disappeared from the observatory. Leaving the vampire True Ancestor stunned to sit back in his chair, bowing his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

............

The blue lion, the royal capital, the witch's house, the room where the soup pot is located

As Kolandi loses consciousness, the aborted battle resumes. Only this time, the people in the room had a new fighter in front of them. Cheese was surprised to find that the wound in his abdomen had healed at some point, and the only thing he could think of was the bite that Ann Lina had bitten him. But now is not the time to wonder if the senior sister is really angry with herself, the ghouls who have escaped the shackles of thorns let out a roar with the smell of rotting corpses, and their fighting spirit has not diminished in the slightest.

This is good news for the mage, who doesn't like to kill people who have no desire to fight. The bloodthirsty lust emanating from the ghouls allowed Cheese to be justifiably violent, but I wonder if the members of the Edward family would be happy to know this. "Mage, why are you here, just to give us more food!" cried the Ghoul King, tearing off a portion of the flesh in his hand with a mouth full of razor-like teeth, the corpse of Lightning.

"Food, okay, you want food, don't you, I'll give it to you!" The scene in front of him made Cheese only feel that the blood on his body was boiling, his anger broke through the flesh, and the dazzling magic light radiated along the wizard's eyes, this time, only this time, Cheese regretted that he was not a warrior, and could not torture the traitor in front of him to death with a sharp blade. He raised his hand, and a large amount of thick fog erupted from the cuffs of his gray robe, quickly enveloping the small room.

The gray mist was suffocating, and the ghoul king in the mist was surprised to find that his proud senses, both smell and hearing, seemed to have lost their effect. It is as if this surging gray curtain not only isolates the view, but also has the ability to block other information. There was only one voice in the mist, the mage's voice whispering in the ear of every Edward's ghoul, "The only food you can get is your own corpses. ”

"Come out, coward!" roared the Ghoul King, blindly waving its claws in vain at the location of the enemy in its memory. Of course, its claws only cut a small crack in the thick mist, and before it could strike a second attack, the marks were already filled with the surrounding gas, and it was completely unrecognizable. Patriarch Edward knew very well that in this situation it would have absolutely no way to resist the attack of the wizard, and that if it wanted to survive, it had to get out of the fog in front of it. Wait a minute... The ghoul suddenly realized something, although the gray fog seemed endless, the room where the soup pot was located was only that large, and as long as he ran in one direction, he could always touch the wall. With that in mind, it began to run.

"Cut, smart bastard. Naturally, the mist could not block Cheese's vision, and he could clearly see every enemy under the influence of the spell. And the Ghoul King's actions can indeed crack his spells, although this fog has the ability to affect the sense of direction, but it is still impossible for people to unconsciously turn in circles, and continuous running can effectively get out of the range shrouded in gray fog. Thankfully, not every ghoul is as smart as their leader, and most of the members of the Edward family will just stay where they are and wander cautiously after this isolated predicament, their fear of magic and the unknown limiting their movements and destroying their only chance of survival.

When Patriarch Edward burst out of the fog and into the hallway, the fog in the room behind it began to dissipate. What appeared in front of the Ghoul King was a stone sculpture in the shape of his own people in the room, and a mage standing in it with a glint in his eyes. "Now, it's just you and me. Cheese said, a smile on his lips with undisguised cruelty. The feeling of revenge is like sweet honey, growing in the mage's heart in the name of justice.