Sylvia stepped back to the front of the stone-carved bookshelf, and she suddenly raised her staff.

"I, I swear by this!Keep the contract of the Elven King!Ogdanmisa!Eranfa!Help me!In the name of Rafa!Show up, Wind Elf!"

Ivan knew that he should immediately step forward to stop Sylvia from reciting the spell, but for some reason, he couldn't move his feet for a while. By the time he could react, the wind had risen from the pale yellow circle of light in front of Sylvia's eyes, like a raging tornado, and the entire space suddenly resounded with a rumbling sound like thunder. Sylvia sat down on the ground with a limp of her feet, holding her forehead with one hand, as if forced by the wind to keep her eyes open, but the voice that came out of her mouth was still stubborn.

"I am Sylvia Milton! O master of wisdom, let your messenger do my will!"

Bang!

The stone pillar in the shape of a snake toppled down in an instant. Ivan realized that there were so many snakes in the study! The eyes of the snakes were burning, and the magic statues of the ancient wizard buildings were all living creatures at this moment!

"You, don't do this!" Ivan looked around, staring at Sylvia in front of him. Although there was a very rational voice in his heart to tell him, it was useless to disguise it any longer. The soundproofing of the study is not bad, and if I do it now, I shouldn't be able to find out about the wizards patrolling outside, but-

"What the hell are you trying to do!

The snake roaming the black floor curls up nimbly, ready to pop out at any moment, and the sharp teeth of the stone carving can pierce the body of the prey, and it is only at Sylvia's will. Sweating profusely, Sylvia couldn't even stand up at this time, all the magic power was concentrated in her hands, and the gems on the staff were turning. It was as if she was trying her best.

"I, I just wanted to ask you what the hell you want to do...... No, I already understand, you're not a thief! You're an assassin! You're an assassin sent by the Wizarding Alliance!"

"I'm not!"

What do you want to justify with her when it's like this? Sylvia's idea is always so weird, she thinks that Ivan can help her find her brother, so she takes Ivan to the castle on her own initiative, and thinks that Ivan is an assassin of the Wizard Alliance, so she doesn't say a word. The summoned whirlwind couldn't wait, it let out an excited roar, and in the next second, a strong wind like a blade hit Ivan head-on.

At the same time, the two snakes closest to him bounced together, and the mouth of the stone snake opened to an angle that a real snake would never reach, and Sylvia's hand fell down at once. The staff stood upright on the floor, as if it were holding Sylvia's hand, and the stone slammed against the staff with a chaotic sound.

Swish.

Suddenly, the dazzling light illuminated the entire space, and the bookshelves on all sides flickered for a moment, and the darkness was completely cut through. Ivan paused, and the light in his hands swirled into a disc.

With only two thuds, the head of the stone snake fell to the ground, and at the same time as the sound of the landing sounded, Ivan rushed straight towards Sylvia. The exhausted girl only saw the brightness in front of her, she closed her eyes, the bright light made it impossible for her to look directly!

Yes, is it magic "out there"?

Oh no! I'm going to be killed!

Another thing fell to the floor with a thud, and Sylvia rolled away, only to feel her hand loosen, and the wooden staff fell from her hand. A gust of wind blew around her, lifting her long black hair.

Sylvia's raised hands instinctively protected her face, and she leaned back before falling to the ground.

There was silence.

Sylvia was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was still conscious. She timidly lowered her hand and carefully opened her eyes a slit. The young man with the silver sword in his hand stood only half a step away from her, leaning slightly sideways, looking around at the remaining snakes. Perhaps because of Sylvia's fear and despair, the snakes all froze and remained motionless, as if they had been reverted to stone.

"I'm not here to kill. Ivan said angrily, as if he was really angry. At this time, Sylvia's face was no longer a trace of blood, her hair was scattered by the wind, and she was covered in cold sweat, like a wolf in the rain. Ivan suddenly turned his head and took a step closer towards Sylvia.

Sylvia shuddered fiercely, and the little witch's tenacious momentum just now was swept away in an instant.

"Don't, don't, don't......" Sylvia was about to cry. The silver light made her feel so terrifying, that kind of thing could even split a stone statue!

Suddenly.

The silver in front of him disappeared all at once, and Ivan let go of his hand holding the sword, and grabbed Sylvia's clothes with both free hands, and picked her up violently.

"I'm here to find the clerks you kidnapped! do you know where they are?"

The witch was frightened by the anxious and angry blue eyes, and for a moment her throat seemed to be stuck, and she could only barely make a "woo-uh" sound, and her toes touched the staff that had been cut in half, and the rope connecting the staff to the gem was broken, and the gem rolled several meters away.

"Say!"

Ivan was really a little angry. Sylvia's identity is already known, what if Sylvia is also a deadly madman like the wizards Susie said?

"He, they, they're there—"

A thud interrupted Sylvia's trembling voice, and the door to the study opened suddenly, as if it had been exploded. Before Ivan could let go of Sylvia, the figure of Algernon dressed in white flashed in front of him.

Algernon's face flashed with hatred. At that moment, a snake's head that fell to the ground flew up and slammed into the back of Ivan's head at a speed close to that of a cannonball.

The qiē in front of him suddenly sank into darkness.

......

It's cold.

The moment he woke up, the first thing Ivan felt was not the pain in his head, but the cold all around him.

However, it was already surprising for him to wake up. He remembered that the last thing that appeared in front of him was the elder Algernon he had seen.

Algernon, as an elder, was surprised that he didn't kill him. Ivan slowly opened his eyes, and there was a cold black floor in front of him.

Farther on, at a round table covered with a black cloth, was a wall covered with a black cloth. Ivan looked down and saw his coat casually thrown on top of him, the dim kerosene light shining overhead, leaving a ghostly trembling shadow.

My head hurts, and my hair seems to be stuck to my scalp, so I guess it's dried blood. He moved slightly, and found that his hands and feet were all tied.

Lightgill is also no longer on the wrist.

Did the wizards lock him up? In that case, the clerks were here too? He struggled to prop his head up, trying to look around him, but all he could see was the hard walls.

"Awake?"

A cold voice sounded behind him. Ivan turned his head, and there was only one person in his vision, which was not clear because of the headache.

That was Algernon sitting in a chair.