In the darkness of the passage lay several sorcerers, all of them with more or less broken bones, leaning against the wall and wailing quietly. It is recommended to read the novel for the first time

But the cause of this tragic situation was a young girl who looked like she was still underage, standing alone among the slumped magicians, indifferently looking at the enemies who had lost the strength to fight again. The magical glow that swirled around slowly dissipated, leaving only a few patterns like water waves.

Under the radiant light, you can see the bloodless faces of the two enemies who were lucky enough to escape the impact of the spell, and even if your companion falls to the ground in pain, there is no fear at all. The movements of these people, although stiff, use their "companions" as cover to block Lizzie's path.

They leapt from the ground with a blinding afterglow in their hands. The close range could no longer allow them to reload the mechanic's gun, so the two simply used the mechanic's gun as a carrier to pour magic into it, constructing a sharp beam of light similar to a spear thorn at the front end.

The massive amount of magic released emitted a dazzling brilliance, and the heat that spilled from it scorched the air around her, stabbing left and right at Lizzie's thin body. Unwarranted waste of magic filled the space, brightening up passages that had been unlit in previous battles.

"What a waste, really don't even have the most basic thinking ability?"

Lizzie shook her head, ignoring the spell that stabbed her: "What would Dean François look like if he saw his men fighting with such a rudimentary spell?

She seemed to be dismissive of the sorcerers' attacks, as if in her eyes, the approaching spears were just meaningless phantoms, and there was no need to dodge. She stood where she was, watching the sharp light approach, a mocking smile on her lips.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit the two who were still sprinting, and forcibly lifted them away. The violent air flickered past Lizzie's side, like an unseen hand. Grabbed the two sorcerers and swung them in the air for a few moments before slamming them on the ground.

Not only the people in front of them, but also the echo of the collision of heavy objects could be heard in the distance of the passage - presumably the sound of the sorcerers still rushing here being slammed against the wall by the storm. Under the raging wind, the decorations on both sides of the passage that had been tattered by Lizzie were all shattered. They turned into dust and were encased in the moving air, and they also sketched a looming humanoid silhouette.

This is not a natural phenomenon, the looming humanoid air is supposed to be an invisible servant created by magic, capable of accomplishing simple orders. That being said. But to inflict such damage in the narrow passage, the amount of mana infused into the thralls was greater than the total amount of mana of the average sorcerer's apprentice himself—there was only one person in the entire Cutrice Academy who could do this.

Lizzie could clearly sense François' will in the raging storm, and his anger and helplessness were all vented through the wind. This "Wind of the Twelve" may not be able to see his subordinates become like this, but he was indeed put in the position of Sain Democra.

"Dean Cruise François, I'm sorry to disturb your rest in the middle of the night, and I'm here to contact you on behalf of Curt Leinster. Lizzie shook her head and shouted at the end of the passageway, "The situation is complicated, and I want to discuss it with you as much as possible." ”

But no one answered her call. After beating all the members of the Eye of Wisdom who were accused of zhì to their stomachs, the invisible servants condensed by the air gradually dispersed. The air was still stirring, perhaps as hard to calm as Cruise François was right now.

Lizzie remembers that when she met Dean François, he seemed to have been eaten by some kind of "toxin". Now it is not only himself who has been injured by Sain Democra, but even his most trusted subordinates have been held back by him with those sludges, which is undoubtedly the greatest irony for him.

Looking back at the young man, who had retained some saneness, he had fainted in the confusion and was now slumped on the floor. On the contrary, it was the people who were knocked into the air by Liqi, who moved their bodies with difficulty, and crawled towards Liqi little by little.

Their perseverance is truly astonishing. Even Lizzie raised her eyebrows in surprise. Although they were all manipulated by people with sludge, they did not receive the incredible ability to recover, and the broken bones have not been recovered, but it could not hinder their movements.

A few broken bones are going to rush over. This perseverance can indeed be praised in two words, though it is not known whether it was of their own volition. It seemed that they were still obeying someone's orders, even though they were no longer fighting in their miserable appearance.

Lizzie kicked away the slumped succumbing sorcerer and continued to shout at the end of the passage, "Just a few hours ago, the stronghold owned by the Eye of Truth was attacked by - or 'was' - a researcher of their organization. ”

François himself didn't come here, but Lizzie could already feel his presence for sure. It's not just around Lizzie. The air inside the Tower of Shine was already dominated by his spells, and the magic that lurked in the air would bring Lizzie's voice to his ears.

The magic that spreads through the will of his own will can extend the range of the sorcerer's perception, allowing him to know the existence that is difficult to capture with his five senses. This special type of perception builds on the spellcaster's ability and gradually expands as the total amount of mana in the wizard's body increases.

But for the vast majority of people, their magic can only cover an area of a few meters around their body, not enough to interfere too far from themselves. Because trying to spread the magic power around oneself requires a certain amount of spell casting ability, and with human ability, magic power is not enough to squander it so casually.

"I see, that's really hard for you, and you came to me at this time. The wind brought François's voice to Lizzie's ears, "Miss Lizzie Leinst, could you please come to my personal laboratory now—of course, I'll let it show you the way." ”

The air mass that had dispersed not long ago once again coalesced into one, slowly condensing into a rough human form around Lizzie. The invisible servant bent down and picked up the unconscious young mage, then slowly walked to the door on the left side of the passage that connected to another exit.

The cordoned section has been opened, and there are signs of others entering the corridor, presumably other members of the Immortal Eye. The vast majority of these fallen sorcerers were only unconscious, and they might be taken to a safe place for healing.

"Come with it, then. ”

François's voice looked a little tired: "I must apologize for letting you be treated like this, and I will let them take care of the rest." ”

Lizzie stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the downed sorcerers, silently jotting down their appearances. Several of them had met Lizzie before, and they all lived like normal people in the academy - one of them was a man selling groceries in the shopping street.

The Innocence of Wisdom has permeated all parts of the Academy, and their members usually live in their respective fields, acting only after receiving orders from François.

However, François should still be in his personal research room in the middle of the Silver Tower, but he used his spell to extend his area of influence to such a large distance. Worthy of his name as "the wind of the twelve directions", it seems that all the gases that can be touched are his loyal servants.

And the most important of these "servants" is obviously the giant in front of him, who can become an extension of Cruise François's siblings, handling all kinds of things for him. Unlike a creature to create a demon, it is simply a pure air construct driven by François's spells - in other words, it will only be manipulated by the person who constructs it, and it may be usurped by other magicians.

I don't know who Cruise François can trust now, at least judging by his reaction, he doesn't act like a coward. Tired, he must now find a way to confront Sain Democra, instead of being hysterically suspicious.

The young sorcerer was only forced to lead Lizzie to a fork in the road that was slightly off the right path, and they soon reached the staircase leading to the upper floor, led by the Invisible Servant. The neat décor has no scars left by the battle, and it also makes the air steady.

"Please go this way. ”

The invisible servant paused slightly at the top of the staircase, and François's tired voice vibrated the air slightly: "As you can see, there are some betrayers in the eyes of the Wise Knowledge, but this will not endanger the stability of the Academy, we will always have a way to solve it - whether it is them or those black mud." ”

Apparently, Dean François also knew about the muddy darkness that Sain Democra said about zhì, probably more than Curt and Lizzie. He undoubtedly knew that Curt and Lizzie had a lot of questions to ask, but he had no intention of explaining them all here.

"I know you have a lot of questions for me, and similarly, we have a lot of things we want to get answers from you. He said this, and then only the invisible servant led the young man up the stairs, "This is not a good place to talk, come to my research room,"

The human form formed by the air mass floated upwards with a slight breeze, and the staircase, which had not been illuminated much, suddenly emitted a gentle glow. The staircase that spreads up has a crystalline texture, and they flicker in the light of the gallery lamps, gradually spreading out a spiral pathway.

But does this ladder really lead to the answer? (To be continued.) )xh118