"Claustrophobia" Safman muttered this sentence again, although her whole body was wrapped in camouflage spells at the moment, but even so, Don Quixote could see from this man's eyes that he seemed to be recalling something, of course, at this moment he could recall his past experience, and this mage's performance also confirmed Don Quixote's conjecture, obviously, he was just a deception, and he only roughly sensed that Safman hated being in the elevator, and during that time his soul fluctuations, even spiritual energy fluctuations, there was a trace of chaos, and it was not until he came to this large room that he returned to normal。

If he guessed wrong, it was a big deal to summon Osiris to scare and scare this mage, but since he had bluffed this mage, he didn't plan to do that, the reason is very simple, Osiris can be said to be his final hole card, the more people who know, the more likely it is to be discovered by "Lantes", then correspondingly, the Buddha is forced to be ready to deal with Osiris at any time, which is not the result that Don Quixote wants.

And for Don Quixote, and even the ability of the entire world of Ferron, everyone has a mentality, if you can, try not to do it, after all, life is precious, and meaningless battles can only bring meaningless death, and if you really want to do it, you must fight to the death, never leave your hand, and it may be you who dies if you hesitate for a second.

So the current situation is for Don Quixote, he has found a loophole in the heart of the mage in this field, so he has full confidence to tell Safman something without fighting, I am not easy to mess with, and I also know that I have the strength to sanction you, and I can't use it casually.

In fact, this is not what Don Quixote wants to show, just like Safman said, in the world of Feren, it is almost impossible for a mage of the realm like Safman to talk calmly with a mage of the ring, he did this because he is a person in the Guardian Alliance, and if he is replaced by a mage of other realms, it is estimated that a spell would have been thrown over a long time ago, and the root cause of such an inability to negotiate on an equal footing is the asymmetry of strength, and no one will negotiate with you.

After a long time, Safman let out a sigh of relief, as if he had come out of the past, of course, because of this camouflage spell, and because she consciously restrained her soul fluctuations, Don Quixote couldn't find out what she was thinking at the moment through her external performance, "It seems that you said that you are a mage who can treat other people's mental illnesses, this sentence turned out to be true," Apparently Safman didn't quibble, it was obviously useless in front of the mage, and it was already clear from his confident expression that he was 100% sure that he was a disease with a fear of small spaces, "But so what? Or do you think you can confine me to a claustrophobic environment?"

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders, lit a cigarette again, and took a hard puff, "Father Peter Pan Gus teaches us that anything is possible. ”

"Bang!" Don Quixote had not finished speaking, he felt a powerful force acting on his body, gravity to be exact, because after his lighter fell to the ground, he actually smashed a hole in the floor, and the reason why the sofa under his ass did not collapse was due to Safman's precise control, creating a balanced position, ensuring that he was fixed here, and with a little more strength, his body would be flattened, of course, under the condition that Don Quixote did not resist.

"First of all, I never remember Father saying that, or anything like that, and then, if you think about begging me for mercy now, and join our Guardian Alliance, I might consider letting you go, after all, you're a talent. ”

"It's actually a change in gravity," Don Quixote turned his neck with difficulty, slowly raised a hand, and took a puff of cigarette, but because gravity was changed, the ash was suspended in the air, "It's really an amazing ability," Speaking of this, Don Quixote showed a weird smile, "Father Peter Pan Gu also said, you gave me a gift, I must also give you a gift."

As soon as Don Quixote's words fell, the Mirror of the Sky was like a light bulb, emitting a burst of soft light, of course, it looked more like an enchantment, wrapping two sofas, a table, and the two people in it, the appearance of this light also firmly fixed Safman on the sofa, and also protected Don Quixote from being crushed into a meatloaf by Safman's gravity field, at this moment Don Quixote had already opened the Spirit Gathering Array with all his might, and the basic elements around him, even including the elements supplied to those puppets through the elemental pool, were also plundered by Don Quixote to replenish his depleting spiritual energyAnd, of course, the result is that the puppets stop moving.

"That's your hole card?" Safman already knew that the mage on the opposite side had a sub-artifact on his body that even a mage in her field would blush and be jealous of, and as far as it was now, this sub-artifact was not ordinarily powerful, not only completely severed the connection between himself and the mage tower, but the mage of the dignified realm could only maintain his own realm to resist the power that bound the body and soul, and what made her even more curious was that the huge magic array that surrounded Don Quixote's body and almost extended to the entire study could actually convert the basic elements into spiritual energy in an instant, maintaining the consumption of this sub-artifact, "You think it can last longer than me"

"Wait," Suddenly, Safman's unchanged face finally changed, because she suddenly understood why Don Quixote said that he was claustrophobic

"Tsk," Don Quixote gasped with difficulty, his face looked like a god, "I like to deal with smart people, so I don't have to worry about it, congratulations, you guessed it, I remember that the message from your soul fluctuation seems to include this picture," Speaking of this, the soft light that wrapped Don Quixote and Safman suddenly changed, whether it was the shape or the color, and slowly transformed into five pitch-black walls, enveloping Don Quixote and him, only a dim oil lamp hung on the top wall, and a few drops of lamp oil would drop from time to time, of course, under Don Quixote's deliberate arrangement, the location where this fictitious lamp oil fell was exactly where Safman was sitting.

"I'm sorry, but you're so good at controlling your soul fluctuations, so I can only get a rough peek into such a dark place, of course, this lamp I think should be very restored," Don Quixote licked his lips and couldn't help laughing a few times, "I'm a little sleepy, I'll rest first." ”

Obviously, Don Quixote is planning to compete with Safman for endurance, to see if his own psionic energy can't support it first, or if the mage of this realm on the other side is defeated by his own demons first, or if it's a nightmare-

"Huh~ha~" Safman looked coldly at Don Quixote who was really lying down on the sofa and falling asleep, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, it was also a little difficult, because she really had a kind of return to the past that made her unbearable at the moment, although there are still some differences between here and her memory, but she has a claustrophobia, in this kind of place, not to mention the maintenance field, even if it is a structure spell, it will be affected by her own heart, or to use a word she got from Don Quixote to describe, subconscious interference.

Of course, even if you know, it's useless, the healer can't heal himself, and it's impossible to modify his core consciousness by himself, because according to Don Quixote's theory, the core consciousness can only be modified after both the conscious and subconscious have fallen asleep, and if Safman's consciousness is dormant, then who will modify her core consciousness for her?

Stop talking about it, what is the concept of a domain mage, if you can control a domain mage, then you can almost walk sideways in Faeron, and what domain mage would dare to hand over his soul to someone else to deal with?

It's only been a few minutes, Safman's breathing has become rapid, although she tried her best to control her mind, trying her best not to recall that memory, but mental illness is mental illness, if it can be transferred by personal will, Safman will not have the so-called claustrophobia, so at this time, Safman, who is wrapped in camouflage spells, cannot use spells because of the enchantment of the Mirror of the Sky, and even her own realm is maintainable, and she can't escape from here is already covered in cold sweat, and even looking at the oil lamp on the ceiling, and the image of Don Quixote on the opposite side began to rotate, twisted, all of this indicates that Safman's soul is becoming more and more chaotic

"Huh~~Ha~~Huh~~Ha~~" A trace of helplessness flashed in Safman's eyes, who took a few deep breaths one after another, because she remembered the words of one of her teachers, when a soul mage grows up, it is definitely a difficult character to die, even if this man does not have a secondary artifact, he can still find a mage in another realm and tell him about his weaknesses, so when he is imprisoned in such a small place and there is no way to forcibly break through, you can imagine what her fate will be, this time she completely believed Don Quixote's words, that is, Safman relented and admitted that Don Quixote was qualified to negotiate with her head-on。

"Me, I" Obviously, Safman wants to tell Don Quixote, I recognize your strength, so there is no point in the meaningless consumption of each other, but unfortunately, she forgot that she still has a layer of camouflage spell outside, whether it is a voice, or something else, it is through this spell that she can communicate with other people, and in this confined space, because of her own soul disorder, this spell cannot be controlled normally, so what he said is me, but in fact, the sound that makes senseless is somewhat similar to wheezing。

Don Quixote, who was wholeheartedly maintaining the Spirit Gathering Array, just opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at Safman, and then continued to fill the mirror of the sky with a large amount of spiritual energy, obviously, it is not an easy thing for a mage to limit the realm, in fact, Don Quixote is also about to run out of oil, the reason why he is still insisting, in addition to him pretending to swallow a drop of his daughter's saliva from time to time, more is that Safman's soul is already a mess, as long as he grits his teeth, he can win this battle。

"I don't want it" Apparently Safman was really flustered at this moment, because the camouflage spell that wrapped her body had begun to appear one after another cracks of white light just like the last time in that big and super large bathroom, and finally, her soul was almost in a state of confusion to the point of collapse, and Don Quixote pretended to wake up and sat up from the sofa.

Of course, if Safman looked at his hands and feet carefully, he would find that this man had also lost the ability to stand up, just as he closed this claustrophobic space, he also saw what happened to Safman, if the mages didn't want to have a senseless fight, no one would be stupid enough to use psionic energy to peep into each other's bodies, Don Quixote didn't know that Safman was not Safman, or that Safman's appearance was just a camouflage spell, so he was stunned for a moment, and that's it, with a click, Safman's external camouflage spell scattered to the ground like broken glass (to be continued。 )