At the top of the spatial teleporter, there is also a silver-blue mirror, like an eye, indifferently watching the battle on the open field.

Ivan sped out of the corridor, the dazzling sword in his hand instantly meeting the claw blade of a puppet, and the crisp sound of metal clashing was accompanied by a string of sparks. He swiped downward, and the blade slid into the place where the claw blade and the forelimb met, and an even more brilliant fire shone brightly, and with a thud, several connected silver wires broke at the same time, as if they had been cut alive, and let out a trembling high-pitched sound.

Immediately after, Ivan's figure suddenly turned, the silver blade brought a dazzling arc of light, and the other claw blade of the puppet quickly drooped weakly. Ivan took a half-step back, bounced off the ground, and stepped on the puppet's drooping head. The arc light swept through midair in a graceful curve, piercing the thing's eye bubbles.

He stepped on the puppet's smooth back and leaped forward, but he didn't look back, and the other puppet had already rushed over.

Ivan was now sure he needed to get close to the spatial teleporter, otherwise how could there be so many puppets stopping him? Even if these clumsy machines were considered monsters, there were too many of them. The space teleporter should be important in this labyrinth. As soon as he landed, he immediately slipped sideways, and the snow under his feet helped him, only to hear a loud bang, and the puppet hit the butt of the puppet in front of him.

Ivan stood up on his feet, too late to deal with the puppets one by one, and he had to rush to the spatial teleporter before the puppets surrounded him. The puppet looks even dumber than the monster, and it doesn't know what tactics are, and only knows how to simply attack the target. The remnants of the snow-covered field always make their smooth paws slippery.

Another puppet, it had already stood up, its sharp front claws as sharp as knives raised high, a flash of cold light, and then, with considerable agility, it slashed down the two knives. Ivan had already noticed its movements, and stepped back in time, then swung his bright sword straight at the thing's neck, where there was also a silver thread. After the blade severed the threads, the puppet's head instantly lost its strength, and the red light in its eyes immediately dimmed.

Ivan quickly walked around the puppet, and he felt a sudden sound behind him, and I was afraid that there were about five puppets following him unrelentingly. If he continues like this, I'm afraid he will really be surrounded. But if his guess is not wrong......

Cutting off the right front paw of a puppet again, Ivan lunged forward and fell to his stomach in the faint golden light around the spatial teleporter. The puppets chasing him formed a circle two meters from him, but none of them attacked.

You guessed it.

Ivan's expression softened slightly, and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The magic guide crystals of the space attribute are very precious, even if it is the magic guide alliance, they are not willing to waste a lot of space attribute magic guide crystals in the executor assessment, so in order to protect this device from being destroyed, the magic puppet will definitely not attack here. At this moment, the puppets in a circle were like creeping cheetahs, motionless, maintaining a dangerous posture that could attack at any time, but at this time, Ivan instead sank down, squatted down, and carefully studied the complex spatial teleportation device in front of him.

In the dimly lit room on the second floor of the management center, Mr. Gale smashed his mouth in satisfaction, he had just put down the teacup in his hand, as if he were savoring the taste of barley tea.

"Fourteen years old...... he tilted his head to the side, admiring the soft flaxen hair reflected in the mirror, his expression as if he was admiring an oil painting, or an oil painting of a beautiful woman.

"This is what Flotica taught him......" Ballan sat as if he were a student listening attentively, but his face was painfully dissatisfied. On the matter of Laxis Flotica, he had always thought that Mr. Gale would be in line with him, but since meeting the child, Mr. Gale's attitude has become more and more unpredictable.

Isn't this an obvious fact? A fourteen-year-old child can rush through an open field guarded by a dozen puppets on his own, he must have an extraordinary teacher!

"Balran, I remember that I spent more days in the Temple of Judgment than you do. Gail looked back, a playful smile.

"Of course, you are a respected senior, Mr. Gale. Balran's back was straight.

"So—what do you think if I say that Flotica doesn't have that much time to be a teacher for a kid in Yellin?" said Gail with a grin, tapping his thin finger on the table with a yellow-green potion, "Have you read this child's information carefully?"

"I ...... Seen. Ballan let out a breath of evil from his nose, but he didn't dare to confront Mr. Gale directly, "Ivan Yafir, born on October 4, 1905 in the small town of Joshua on the Messiah Island in the Yellin region, his father was John Yafir, a former executor, and his mother's name was Wendy, who was a monster hunter. He joined the Wizards Alliance on October 12, 1919, and was an assistant to the executor Showlyn Joan...... Moreover, on December 27, 1919, Carlo Plante submitted his mission report mentioning his ......"

"Shelyn Jean wouldn't have told her assistants what they had done in their mission report, but—Karlo Plante was just outside the door, didn't you notice?" said Gail, grinning silently and clapping his hands vigorously.

The door opened, and in the hallway light stood a black-clad Carlo, motionless in the doorway, like an assassin waiting for his moment. Gail smiled and beckoned to him.

"You've been standing here for a long time, Carlo?" said Gale in a kind tone.

"Three minutes. Carlo replied in a non-hesitating tone, "I think it's necessary for me to know about the people who took the exam, and I didn't disturb the two adults because I heard them talking about something important." ”

"Y-you're eavesdropping!" Barran staggered to his feet.

"According to the rules, I have the right to know the progress of the assessment, so even if I hear the two adults talking, I don't violate the rules. Carlo said so calmly that Balran's face immediately turned the color of a pig's liver, and the muscles on his face twitched.

"Carlo said yes, we didn't say anything that Carlo couldn't let Carlo know, what do you say?" Gail stood up slowly, took another teacup, and poured Malley Tea for Carlo.

Carlo didn't reach for it, though.

"Let's talk about it. Gail winked, the corners of his eyes were already wrinkled, and they looked particularly ugly, "Ballan, Carlo is one of Lord Hernos, and I think you know that. Carlo, do you want to remind us of anything by mentioning Ivan Yafir's contribution to the completion of the mission in your report?"

Balran's eyes widened suddenly, and he stared nervously at Carlo.

However, Carlo shook his head without hesitation.

"Yafil's teacher is Showlyn Jean, not Master Laxis Flotica. Carlo paused, then continued in that lackluster tone.

"That's what I know. ”