P.S. Something is wrong with the computer! The screen keeps flashing, and the screen goes black at every turn! What's going on?

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In a room on the second floor of the Aberner Training Ground Management Center, a silver-blue metal-edged mirror also hangs on the wall. The mirror was huge, bigger than a plate for refreshments.

Just now, Ivan's face was shown in the mirror, and he only stayed in front of the mirror for less than half a minute before decisively leaving.

"You're too friendly to that Yafir. ”

Barlan said angrily, he lowered his head and glanced at a map carved into a silver metal plate on the wooden round table under the mirror, and the golden points of light showed the location of the person who had entered the labyrinth, "He's Flotica's man, have you forgotten?"

The skinny Gale sat at the round table, his teacup brewing the barley tea he had brought himself. At this time, Mr. Gale seemed to be more interested in the barley tea than the Yafil, and kept staring at the amber liquid in the teacup with relish.

"Is he really a pawn of Flotica?" said Gail, in a tone that seemed like casual chat.

Balran's face changed.

"What do you mean, Mr. Gale?"

"No, no, no, I don't mean anything else. I don't think Flotica would throw such a conspicuous target. Fourteen years old, the magic level is over nine hundred, tsk, that's amazing. Gale had a little more appreciation in his tone, as if it was a good thing to be praised. He continued to enjoy his tea.

"Obviously, he was cultivated by Flotica, and this is exactly Flotica's conspiracy! Flotica asked him to apply for the Executor Examination at this time, and she must have her purpose! You must be vigilant!" Barran quickly became agitated as if he had lit a fire, and he waved his arms vigorously and spoke eloquently.

"Well, if Flotika had taken the time to cultivate it herself, it wouldn't be out of the question. Gail sneered, "Oh don't worry, Brother Balran, you don't have to worry, I said I wouldn't let him pass guò and wouldn't let him pass guò." ”

However, Barlan was not reassured. His face was gloomy, and his brow was furrowed.

"Mr. Gale, it seems to me that we need to take extreme measures-"

"What else do you want?"

Suddenly, Gale raised his voice, and his cold voice cut off Barran's words like a blade, "Don't think I'm the same kind of person as you. It's okay to let him get out of Idgraxiu, if he's a pawn and doesn't become an executor, he can't do anything, and you want Flotica to keep an eye on you and drag me into the water?"

"No...... I didn't mean that!" Barran was breathless.

Gail put down the cup containing the barley tea and stared at the rising mist and the tea in the cup. It is said that in the past, those traditional magicians believed that tea could be used for divination. Gail thought it was really ridiculous. The tea is beautiful, and the color of the barley tea slowly blends in the clear water, reminiscent of the magic that gradually spreads.

"If you don't use your brain, you will suffer sooner or later. He said, unable to help but let out a strange sneer, "Remember, you're here for tea." ”

He rolled up his sleeves and poured a cup of tea for Ballan himself, "You'll taste something unusual, do you know why?"

"I, I don't know. Balran's face turned red and black.

"Because it's a rare good tea, hahahahahaha. Gale laughed, and Ballan sat across from him, his hands clenched so clenched that he couldn't say a word.

Ivan ran up the road to the left of the fork in the road, and as he approached the wall, he picked up a piece of gravel from the ground and drew a less obvious arrow on it. After all, he is the child of a monster hunter, and he still has these common senses.

After running for a few minutes, the road in front of me gradually stretched up the hill along a curved track, sometimes encountering steep slopes and being slippery with snow. After turning a corner, the front suddenly became spacious.

The wall turns abruptly here, encircling on both sides, enclosing an irregular circular open field. It looks like a hunting ground...... No, it was the feeling of the training ground, and Ivan stopped and looked towards an arch on the other side of the field.

He figured it was a space teleporter.

The arches are made of silver metal, built out of thin air in the grounds, and it stands to reason that no one would have built such a door without the support of the walls. Around the arch was a striking golden magic crystal, and he remembered that the crystallization of the spatial attribute was like this. Some unique metal brackets were encircled in intricate patterns, coiled next to the arch, and the door frame was carved with patterns, too far away for Ivan to see clearly, he guessed that they were magical runes.

Borg had reminded him that it would be difficult to find the exit in an hour without using the spatial teleporter, and now he should run directly to the arch and see how this thing was used? Ivan looked at the field, it was too calm, the snow didn't completely cover it, and the dry weeds looked disorganized.

He took a few steps forward, and suddenly he tripped over something, and a stone flew out, and at the same time, a rope bounced out.

Ivan immediately stepped back. How does this thing feel so much like a trap?

Almost reflexively, Ivan raised his right hand, and white light stretched out from his wrist. Behind him, just a few steps away, the floor caved in with a clatter.

Boom!

A pair of brass-colored blades slashed across the floor, and Ivan touched the wall with his left hand, the Phantom Sword in his right hand, staring at the thing that crawled out of the depression. He soon realizes that this is the so-called "magic puppet".

The brass-colored machine, designed in the shape of an insect, instantly evoked a bad memory for Ivan. Last year at Horn Manor, Ivan met Professor Bestler who had transformed his body into a monster, and the metal shell covering his body was similar to this thing, but the thing was made of metal all over, with two protruding eye bubbles, translucent white with a vivid red, made of magic crystals.

The thing moved its head, fixed in silver refined metal, and locked onto its target, its insect-like powerful lower limbs slamming into force.

Ivan slid against the wall, only to see the thing slam and hit the wall, crackling sparks from the wire above his head, and the knife-like claws that stretched out forward made a screeching sound against the wall. Before it could reposition, Ivan jerked his sharp sword and stabbed it hard at the seam in the object's neck.

Several silver wires were severed, and the puppet collapsed to the ground, its insect-like metal claws scratching at the floor, unable to support its body any longer. Ivan turned to look at the open field, but was horrified to find that more than a dozen identical insect-type puppets had crawled up from the ground, like a group of bloodthirsty monsters.

Their purpose was to prevent Ivan from running to the location of the space teleporter.

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