Once a person has lived for a long time, the simple subconscious behavior of the past may also unconsciously become a habit, and then transform into a kind of existence similar to the "law of self".

But for Lizzie, this habit can almost be called a ritual, and it is impossible to calm down without it. Whenever she came to a place with a complex structure, she would always subconsciously unfold her magical tentacles, let them spread around, and investigate the structure and personnel arrangement of the nearby area.

She had forgotten when it had been a habit, and when she noticed it, it was when she was besieged by the sorcerers of the Ultramarine Sect years ago. She was alone, didn't even have the means to keep in touch with Curt, and was in the woods where many enemies lurked.

She knew full well that she was the prey of her sights, and that the trained pursuers were ready to kill her. Just when she was at a loss, she suddenly found that she seemed to be able to see the enemy's location clearly, and the pale magic perfectly blended into the night mist, becoming her second pair of eyes.

After struggling to escape the siege, Lizzie begins to wonder why she is aware of the hidden enemy around her - and thus begins her "ritual" behavior that has lasted for several years. Turn your magic into an extension of your senses, let them naturally infiltrate the environment, and find out for yourself.

Curt had mocked Lizzie with things like, "How long have you lived?", but that didn't reverse Lizzie's habits. And she didn't think it was a bad habit to investigate her surroundings beforehand, so the process of allowing the magic to spread naturally to her surroundings has persisted.

So after entering the other entrance of the Silver Tower, Lizzie unleashed her magic once more—and then came back with a strange feeling. The magic around her was so sticky that she felt like she was in a quagmire. Every step is quite strenuous.

On both sides of the staircase, illuminated by the gallery lights, there are mountains of old manuscripts. You can see a large number of magicians using their magic to search for useful information. The vast amount of magic spread into the space, mixing with the power of the Demon Book itself. Transform into a cloudy stream of magic.

Originally, Lizzie didn't care about these magic, because she was used to the cloudy magic that had accumulated in old books. Today, however, for some reason, she seemed to be choked by the chaotic air, and she was so dizzy that she almost stood unsteadily, almost kneeling on the ground, vomiting out the churning substance in her body.

She felt a trance inexplicably, and after taking a deep breath, she reconfirmed that this was the academy located not far from the outskirts of Catrice City. Surrounded by a vast hilly terrain, the mountain forest is almost completely untouched at the request of the academy and exudes the magic of pristine nature.

Perhaps protected by defensive spells circulating in the leylines. It hasn't been eroded by the eerie red color yet, and you can still see the natural colors. But these environments that should be comfortable seem to exude invisible pressure on Liqi, making her can't help but feel sick to her stomach.

"Cough cough cough!"

Just as they were about to be led by Aurodin to the rooftop where Dean François was, a strange feeling of churning in their bodies suddenly came to them. Her body curled up like a shrimp, and the strange sensation gushing from the depths of her esophagus made her cough vigorously.

It's been a long time since she's experienced this, and Lizzie feels like something is wrong with her body again. Originally, after the abnormal changes in her body brought more and more impact, she even found that she began to care less and less about the pain of her body, so she didn't pay too much attention to the slightest abnormality.

Seeing Lizzie's strange reaction, Curt said a few words to the others around her and walked over to her. He looked at her with some anxiety: "Liqi, is there something wrong with your body? Could it be that you didn't check your body when you lost contact before?" ”

Neither being injured nor poisoned, or even being "killed" would not have touched her, because such injuries could not touch her essence at all. However, the conditions under which the retrospective phenomenon occurred have not yet been investigated. All I know is that this body is locked in a fixed point in time.

Because he never figured out his physical condition, Curt sometimes took risks, but when conditions allowed. He will still choose to be cautious in his own protection. On the contrary, Lizzie doesn't care about her body in the slightest. From time to time, I will deliberately hurt myself.

As if only pain could make her feel alive, Lizzie's behavior became even more elusive. Abuse of dangerous drugs. Studying unstable spells, and even using her own body as real material, she has acted more than once in a way that would involve herself in danger.

Of course, there is a safer approach, but Lizzie seems to shy away from these risk-free options. Since their bodies would revert to their original state no matter how they were injured, she unconsciously took what might be more "efficient" and seemed to take pleasure in hurting herself.

"It's okay, it's just a little uncomfortable, maybe the injury just now is still ready to recover. Lizzie shook her head, grabbed Curt's outstretched hand and stood up, "Anyway, there won't be anything too troublesome, it's not too late to go and see Dean François first." ”

This was the first time they had entered the depths of the Silver Tower, and it seemed that the interior of the tower had indeed used extremely clever spells to expand the space beyond its size, as rumored to be. A jumble of staircases and walkways stretched upwards through offices piled high with letters, and the group had to climb the stairs with great difficulty under the leadership of Orodin, to reach the central area of the Silver Yao Tower.

Even those in the academy who held important positions did not necessarily have the opportunity to visit, and when she stepped into this room with a curved dome, the magic was so strong that Lizzie couldn't help but shudder. Several large black obelisks towered over the corners, enclosing the irregular space.

As if it were a symbol of the "heart", a white pedestal was placed in the center of the hall, and a rock block with a faint red glow was suspended on the pedestal. It was the center of the Academy's magical network, and a large amount of pale blue magic poured from the rock into the surrounding obelisks.

The world says that the Silver Tower is the "legacy of the Silver Dragon King", but when she arrives at the heart of this tower, Lizzie understands what his true "legacy" is. She felt the blood in her body go wild, and the sheer amount of magic that made them stir uncontrollably.

This "stone" may be a part of the moon, and the overflowing demonic nature is terrifying. Even though it was protected in a transparent sheet made of a special material, Lizzie could still clearly perceive the magic of the moon - and the discomfort in her body became more clear.

"Good morning, I would like to say that, but now does not seem to be the time to do so. ”

When all of them entered the strange room, Cruise François had been waiting for him for a long time: "You are the last to arrive - of course I know why, but our enemy is clearly not going to relax his offensive for these reasons. ”

Now he was dressed in a strange outfit, and the dark yellow suit with a small checkered pattern looked a bit like the faded wallpaper in an old house. Truth be told, this sorcerer's taste was sometimes flattering—especially when Curt saw the men sitting next to him.

Everyone present was dressed in neat black suits, which made Cruise François's outfit even more strange. The moment Aurodin entered the room with Curt and the others, their eyes shot at them in unison, and their eyes swept over like random arrows.

Seeing their appearance, even the strong Grostide couldn't help but take a step back, and a layer of beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead. Curt, who helped Lizzie forward, tried to hide behind the security officer as much as he could, but he also noticed that many people were noticing them.

He had seen them in the newspapers more than once, and they were all big names in the city, and some of them seemed to be the upper echelons of the town hall. I don't know what François said to them, but these people all have tense faces, almost like aristocrats who have walked down from the portraits of the last century.

When Cruise François was about to beckon Curt to come in and sit down, an old man suddenly said, "François, can you stop selling it, what are you here for, and what is going on in the central square?"

He abruptly stood up from his seat and hurried over to Dean François, his eyes as big as brass bells glaring at the High Wizard. Although they are safe for the time being, the events that happened in the city have undoubtedly greatly affected their interests.

The "gentlemen" present thought that this "Wind of the Twelve Directions" already knew about it, and it was only because of his own interests that things got out of control. The old man was probably just one of the most agitated of them, and in a fit of rage he stepped forward to confront François.

"Ahem, ahem, something is wrong - ahem!"

As the old man walked past Grossted, Lizzie, unaware of the stimulus, suddenly coughed loudly. She shook off Curt's hand and stumbled to the side, and Curt saw a blush coming out of her mouth out of the corner of her eye.

Lizzie seems to be trying to stop the gushing blood with a spell, but her efforts have apparently failed, and the blood is pouring more and more from her throat. Soon, a strange "crack" also appeared on her thin body, and the piercing red twitched wildly under the pale skin.

As soon as it was too late, her hand was torn apart, and the red that gushed out suddenly splashed onto the face of the old man who was frightened by the sudden action. (To be continued......)