The yellow civet dodged away.

The elves that had just hung on it were empty, and they all fell on the hard desk, and the sound of pain came and went, causing the other elves to laugh.

Fat cats don't have the big hearts of elves.

Waiting for the residual sound in the air to completely dissipate, it touched its chest, took a few breaths, and eased its strength.

"How did the Rat Immortal provoke this old ancestor?"

Tuan Tuan's chubby cat's face was wrinkled, and the meow was full of puzzlement:

"I remember that the rat had always been very cautious...... Also, who is the other 'volleyball'......? What is the 'glass ball' floating next to it, and there seems to be a small tree in it......? I also want a glass ball. ”

Hula!

The only closed curtain in the dormitory was torn open.

Dylan lifted the lid of the coffin, revealing a pair of sleeping eyes, and wandered around the dormitory blankly for a moment, and finally fixed on the fat cat: "Hey, Tuan Tuan, who's coming? I just heard a strange cat barking...... Is it your relative?"

As he spoke, he snorted, and his tone became more and more distressed:

"Shhh...... It seems to have a strange taste, and it doesn't seem to have ......."

Hey, joke!

If it's so simple and you notice it, the big guy is not the big guy anymore.

The fat cat raised his chin, glanced at the vampire werewolf with disdain, ignored him, and turned to lie down on the fat man's pillow again. When the elves saw that the 'sleeper' was laid again, they cheered and hung it up again.

......

......

North District of Beta Town, Gu Diao Street.

In the open space outside the Sakura Tavern.

The members of the Gini hut gathered in twos and threes, looking worriedly at the closed wooden door on the second floor of the tavern. Colmar and Catherine had been in the room for more than half an hour, and there had been no news.

"Do you think that the eldest sister is not in the right state today?" A girl with sleeves whispered to her companion, with some concern in her tone: "I feel that the whole person is much colder than usual......"

"Maybe it's because she's got a new hairstyle?" replied one boy with a big grin.

"That's right," the other girl glanced at the wooden door on the second floor, and there was a hint of envy in her eyes: "The silver-white hair is so beautiful, I want ...... too"

"Is it time to care about hair color? What will happen to Catherine's parents if she gets hurt? What about her two younger brothers? This month has been overnumbered, and the club's aid fund is said to have bottomed out. ”

"Really? Do I want to come to the next club meeting?"

"It must be true, how shrewd Casey's mother is, she must have gotten some news from her eldest sister's father...... Otherwise, there is still a month before the wedding, how can you take a leave of absence? How can there be so many things to prepare?"

"Marcie and Laurie have also taken time off to help, they have a good relationship with Casey, and they must know something......"

The young pacters were talking worriedly, and the more they talked, the more worried they became, and many of them had involuntarily moved to the edge of the small courtyard, as if they would rush out of the door in the next moment.

All choices have nothing to do with loyalty, and concepts such as loyalty, compassion, or mercy are a luxury in the northern district of Beta. For the pharmacists living in this community, the most contact is struggle and choice.

Struggle in a difficult situation and choose in a desperate situation.

Any of their actions reveals the unique shrewdness and calculation of the people of the North District, but in addition to calculation, they also have a fierce quality that ordinary people do not have. That's the nourishment they get from the Silent Forest.

Like Catherine, her boldness or bravery in front of Colmar is not based on qualities, but on who she is and what she can do when faced with adversity.

The chaos in the small courtyard ended with a 'squeak'.

The wooden door on the second floor of the Sakura Tavern was pushed open with a 'squeak', and Colma took Catherine's hand and walked out, and the young magicians waiting in the courtyard all craned their necks and looked at the gray-robed female charmer behind the owner of the cottage.

Catherine's appearance hasn't changed much from before, except for a tadpole-like black mark on her forehead similar to Colma's, and a strand of hair that has turned silvery-white.

Other than that, she was in much the same state as most of the tricksters who had finished working as experimental assistants—she followed Colma with stiff steps, her face pale, and her eyes glazed over.

It looks like his brain has been burned out.

This reaction was not unexpected by the onlookers - a certain amount of confusion was a good outcome in comparison, and many times, out-of-control magical experiments would take away parts of the experimenter's body, and for the magicians, that would be even more tragic.

Just as the young tricksters downstairs were feeling in love, Colmar pulled Catherine to a halt on the small balcony at the top of the staircase.

She quietly looked down at the tricksters downstairs.

It was as if they wanted to imprint their panic, uneasiness, and suppressed resentment in their minds at the moment.

Her eyes were sparkling.

Then she took out a rudimentary book of law from her bosom, turned around, and thrust it into Catherine's hand.

"Will it work?" she asked.

Catherine's blank eyes were a little more sparkling.

"Yes. ”

Although it does not have the ability to cast spells, it does not mean that the dream is completely lost. Every trickster, when they are young, dreams of what they will do when they hold the Dharma book. Many magicians, even if they can't cast magic, memorize a few simple spells.

Or is it the old saying that dreams still have to be had, what if they come true?

After hearing Catherine's answer, Colmar nodded in satisfaction, then took out another quill and stuffed it into the hand of the gray-robed female charmer:

"Give it a try. ”

Catherine's hands trembled, and she took the quill and the rudimentary book over there.

The young magicians watching downstairs were like a flock of ducks choked by the throat, and they all held their breath, watching blankly as the gray-robed girl who had been sentenced to death by them before picked up a quill, opened the law book, and skillfully copied the spell on the law book.

This is not the behavior of a person with a burned brain.

Realizing this, and looking at Colmar and Catherine's actions, the nimble guy seems to have realized something. This 'consciousness' seems to be contagious. In a short time, all the magicians in the courtyard breathed heavily, and their eyes burned to the small balcony on the second floor.

After a few moments, the spell was copied.

Catherine carefully held the law book, her hands trembling, as if holding the whole world.

Three heads