Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Clues Moore Pursues

"I have a feeling that we're doing bad things. After seeing off the two mage lords who left in a hurry, the four of them returned to their original seats with a wry smile, Catherine covered half of her face with some self-reproach, sighed and said: "Just forcing them away, although it is not our intention, but it is very like relying on their own strength to bully people." ”

"You don't understand, big sister. Vivien shook her head, two short blue ponytails flicking around her back like little tails, the position and angle were so easy that Pannis couldn't help but grab them, but at the cost of rubbing her toes and hiding to the side after being attacked by the staff. After sanctioning Pannis, Vivien said to Catherine: "Their departure has nothing to do with our strength at all, I have seen a lot of this kind of mage, in the seven magic towers of the Holy Capital, more than one-third of the mages will have a similar situation, but it is not so strict." They don't talk to people at all, they don't know what to say to strangers, they either fall silent after a few words, or they are completely immersed in their own world, constantly telling others about their magical research, and they can continue to talk for days and nights. Of course, our strength also played a role, because our strength is higher than theirs, and they are not good at being too casual in front of us, so they try to communicate according to social habits, and they don't want to fall into silence, and they can't talk nonsense, but in fact, they don't know how to talk normally at all, and for such people, you let them stay for a minute longer, +''+