The silent black-red meteor fell into the trees like the eyes of calamity, and the pomegranate trees with verdant branches turned into flying ash in an instant. Ivan glanced back in that direction. Fortunately, the scope is not large, probably, Ballan doesn't want people from outside the Luolian Pavilion to rush in at this time.

That's where Carlo and Christina were.

The two of them, they're going to be fine, right?

I can't think about it so much now, I hope Carlo won't stubbornly stay where he is, and I hope Christina will leave in time. The first priority is to find Ballan and stop him. It didn't take long for Ivan to see from a distance the guards and servants of the Lorraine Pavilion rushing towards this side in a fairly neat line.

"What's going on?" Ivan paused, briefly dizzy.

"Miss's order was to let us stay in the garden and not be allowed to come near even if there was an accident. The young guard in the lead had a solemn expression, "Sir, I would also like to know what happened?"

Ivan gasped.

"Let's go. He quickly figured out why Christina had arranged it this way, "This is, this is the conflict between our magicians, let's solve it." ”

He felt quite awkward when he said this. It's just ...... Perhaps, it is just a contradiction. As Christina said, Ballan wanted to target him. However, in order to deal with Ivan, Ballan actually forced Christina into such a poignant desperate situation...... Even Carlo didn't let go. He did this not long after the demon attack, when the panic had not subsided...... Did he think about the consequences?

Ivan's mind clearly reflected Christina's tearful eyes, and the harsh words she said, as if a sharp knife was still stuck in his heart, faintly overlapping with another, more familiar face. Christina must be protected. In any case, you have to protect Christina, or else, you will ......

Again...... As before......

"Well, we won't come closer, but sir. We will not leave the Lorrainiankan either, please forgive me. The guard bowed, a worried look on his face.

"Oh, then, you guys try to stay away. Ivan lowered his head and walked between the servants.

At least, the people of the Lorraine Pavilion are very loyal to Christina......

It turned out that Christina had already prepared for the worst, and did not forget to separate all those who should not be implicated. Even scholars and dragon's teeth probably wouldn't have expected things to turn out like this. She arranged a way back for everyone, but not for herself.

The haughty girl, as if always standing on the edge of a cliff, fearlessly faced the unpredictable storm, ready to face a possibility at any time. That kind of spirit, Ivan can't learn anything.

Even if it's weak, even if it's extravagant. If there really is a fairytale ending, no matter what the cost. I want to make it happen......

The air suddenly became a little dull, the roses in the garden were still leisurely swaying in the wind, and Ivan closed his eyes, and the corners of his forehead began to sting. The time when the mana gathers, the properties of the mana, and. At this rate of growth, the magic is at its limit...... He opened his eyes suddenly, and black-red, dark spots of light pierced the sky faster than meteors.

At the same time, Ivan jerked up his right hand, and his foot crossed the rose bush with the next step, and then lay down. The strange demonic fire that burned with compassion burst into flames in the pure golden light curtain. Barlan had spotted him? Again, he was very close to the building.

There was a snap. The window panes on an entire wall shattered neatly, and even the sound was uniform, and the hot air waves like boiling water pushed the broken glass slag into the room. Ivan climbed through the window, and the glowing light curtain around him carried a cool ice blue, and the magic from the seventh demon general, Ice Witch Sloth, still protects him to this day. He flashed behind the wall, gasping for breath.

Tired......

Balran, that guy, was he on the third floor? He must have attacked behind a window on the third floor. There was no time to rest, and Ivan quickly ran out of this tea room on the first floor, trying to find the nearest staircase.

I really didn't expect Ballan to do something in the Luolian Pavilion, so I wanted to get rid of him like that?

However, if you think about it, to do it in such a rare aristocratic mansion, and then push all the qiē to the illegal magicians, I have to say that this is very much in line with Balran's style, anyway, no one knows how Christina attacked, and it is not clear whether she has accomplices, and the testimony of the servants does not play any role.

But even if he finds Ballan, what can he do after that? A chill gradually spread in Ivan's heart.

Laxis is gone, and Balran, unaware, may still have some scruples about the Crystal Holy Magister...... There seems to be no better way but to take one step at a time.

......

I thought that after the miss, the Ballan guy would be vigilant.

Ivan had just run up to the third floor when he suddenly saw a red point of light at the end of the hallway. He hurriedly stepped back and crouched down against the handrail of the stairs. After a few seconds, there was no sign of the mana of fire gathering over there.

Strange, something seems to be wrong!Ivan cupped his forehead, his head seemed to be heavier than before, and the warm mist lingered like a fever.

"Yafil, what else do you have to say!" At this time, Ballan was actually right, and the roar that echoed in the corridor was like thunder, "You have gone to see Christina Martiel Villiers!"

"Well, yes. ”

About this, Ivan does not intend to deny. Ivan, who was supposed to be searching upstairs, inexplicably appeared in the garden outside, how can this not be justified, right?

"It's not surprising that Miss Villiers told me that there was a secret door on the first floor, and many aristocratic homes have—"

"Come out!" Barran interrupted him with a growl.

Ballan must not be allowed to know Christina's true identity, Ivan thought to himself. Take a deep breath, tense the muscles in your face, and stride up the stairs.

"Is it Mr. Ballan, who attacked the garden of the Lorraine Pavilion?" he asked aloud in an awe-inspiring gesture, noticing his position at this moment.

The corridor is about ten meters long, followed by a more spacious curved aisle, followed by a narrow corridor. Ballan stood at the entrance of the curved aisle, his distorted face blackened by the bright light, his magic cannon clenched in his hand, bright red reflecting the white light overhead.

Distance...... It's not a problem for Barran and Ivan, it's just that it's a corridor on the third floor, and if the house collapses, both of them will suffer.

Something really isn't quite right!

Ivan had this strange feeling again. (To be continued......)

PS: P.S. still has a fever, but when I finally wrote it, it was still a lot easier. I'll do my best......