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After learning the true face of the Arcane tattoo, Curt prepared for the worst. If necessary, he can rip off the arcane tattoo along with the flesh on his chest. In order to achieve the ultimate goal of revenge, Curt must not be subject to Eoham. And one of the psychic abilities is the ability to adjust the body, which regenerates damaged flesh.

"Don't do things that don't make sense. ”

Before Curt could act, Naza shook his head. It lifted its tentacles, pointed at the arcane tattoo with its whiskers, and said:

"These arcane runes aren't that simple. They are already part of your body, and even if they are forcibly removed, they will be restored when they are regenerated. What's more, these arcane runes are useful, and you don't need to destroy them. ”

"What do you mean?"

Curt asked with a stiff face, unhappy with Naza's half-stay approach. Naza seemed to find it amused, and it shook its tentacles and said:

"This sixfold magic array is designed to operate magic power. At best, it's just a disguise in Celestial and multi-folding. And you ......"

"By the way, I'm a psyker!"

Curt suddenly realized, and interrupted Naza's words. He got dressed and muttered to himself:

"As long as you inject psionic energy into the arcane tattoo instead of mana, it won't work. I see......"

"Uh, I would like to add one more. Anyway, it turns out that this thing is called an Arcane tattoo......"

The tangle shook its tentacles and snatched back the conversation. It smirked in a spirit-sucking monster, and said with its fangs full:

"Don't forget the power of faith, Curt. If magic is weak water, the power of faith is solid mythril. The passage formed by the sixfold magic array is two-way, as long as you are strong enough, you can even control the other party in turn. Even if the other party is very well prepared, you can try to change the structure of the magic circle. The initiative is actually in your hands, in a word, as long as you are strong enough. ”

"Thank you. ”

Curt nodded thoughtfully and ended the conversation. His time in the web has been exhausted, and it's time to return to reality. When Curt opened his eyes, he saw Ani close at hand. Ani was looking down at Curt's chest with a curious expression.

Probably because of the relationship between ** and spiritual connection, Curt in reality is taking off his shirt and sitting cross-legged on the cushion. Ani was looking at Curt's chest with her lilac eyes wide open. She kept her right index finger outstretched, as if trying to poke Curt's chest to try her touch.

In an instant, the atmosphere became indescribably eerie. Ani raised her gaze and stared at Curt who had just woken up. Her jewel-colored length hung from her ears, and a third of it covered Curt's shoulders. It was a silky sensation far superior to silk, as if it wanted to penetrate the cool and slippery touch into Curt's bone marrow.

Curt stared at Ani wordlessly, and Curt had never looked at her seriously since she had grown up. In every sense of the word, Ani is incredibly pure. She has never been contaminated by the world, and she is purer than the 10,000-year-old ice and snow on the top of the snow-capped mountain. Suddenly, Curt understood why he had been unable to look directly at Ani. Ani is immaculate, and I'm afraid that the face of the goddess of love and beauty, Shuna, is no more than that.

Curt held his breath, lest the air he exhaled would contaminate Ani. He was almost lost in his lilac eyes, until Ani whispered:

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

In an instant, Ani went from being an illusory creation to becoming real. Kirte froze, finding the pulsation of veins beneath Ani's jade-like skin. So Curt exhaled, and at last he felt an incomparable exhaustion rise from within. The few seconds he and Ani looked at each other were as long as a hundred years, and they were even more tiring than swimming in a magic net.

"It's okay...... Uh, I mean, it's not a big deal. ”

Curt struggled to his feet and waved his hand at Ani, who was retreating. He had done nothing wrong, but he always felt a little at a loss. Ani regressed wordlessly, her face getting redder and redder. In the end, she didn't say anything, and dissipated into countless points of light in the air.

Curt didn't sleep well that night. He tossed and turned, and it was always Ani's face in front of him. In all fairness, Ani in the past was too uncannibalistic, giving people a sense of distance. But she is perfect, and even with the most critical eye, there is no fault in it. As soon as Ani adds a touch of human emotion to her actions, she sublimates into a peerless beauty that Curt has never seen before.

The only regret may be that Ani's breasts are relatively small. But it doesn't hurt, and Curt believes that time and technology will solve all problems......

At noon the next day, Curt woke up with a tired face. It was as if someone had poured a bottle of wine into his head, and he was still dizzy after ten hours of sleep. After Curt finished freshening up, Apprentice Three ran over in a panic. She told Sù Curt that the elf Fretia had pleased.

Curt jumped out of the window and descended to the bottom of the tower with a featherfall. Fredia was standing between two swords-rattling children, nervously snorting something. Curt took a brief look at the situation and figured out what was going on. It seems that after Gordon and Cameron were sent to look after Kelly, their students went unsupervised. The situation of fighting and bullying started from scratch and gradually intensified. This time, a child was finally injured, and the injury was not light.

Curt's presence calms the scene, and he has much more prestige in the eyes of the children than Fretia. Curt swept his gaze around, and the children stepped back. Fretia breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to tell Curt about the situation.

To sum it simply, some children who have learned some skills are bullying people. They snatched the breakfast of the weaker children and beat the children who dared to resist with wooden sticks. Two children were beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces, and one of them had his arm broken. They were indeed beaten so badly that even their clothes were in tatters.

Curt thought about it, then walked over and slapped each of the two bullied children. He threw a heavy shot, causing the children to fall to the ground dizzily. When Freitia rushed over, Curt said coldly:

"Don't be a hero, it's not a good habit. If today you had met a real enemy, you would be dead by now. How much ability to do as many things as you want, if you think you can't do it, find an adult. Your wings are not stiff yet, and you must learn to bow your head when it is time to bow your head, as long as you can pull it back at the end. ”

Curt calmly finished speaking, then turned around and stretched out his hand. He casts a level 1 spell, a magic missile. Four arrow-shaped missiles shot out at once, flying in a curve towards the target. Each missile hit a bully kid on the shoulder, breaking their collarbone.

Magic missiles are spells that are known for their quick casting, so Fretia doesn't have time to do anything, so she can only watch in amazement. Curt glanced at Freitia, and then cast a second magic missile spell. This time he broke the children's legs and made them cry even louder. When Fretia opened her mouth wide enough to fit an egg, Curt said coldly:

"Skills are such things that you need to use once you learn them, and I agree with similar views. But you can go out and bully people, or use the skills you have learned to find a job. As long as you can figure things out on your own, then I won't and don't bother to care. On the other hand, if anyone only dares to be in the nest and bully the weak for fun...... Then I'll send him back to the thieves' guild and sell him as goods. To put it more simply, you can do the same. ”

With that, Curt raised his finger to the sky and shot a fireball spell. The flames exploded in the air at a height of ten meters, burning the air to a scorching heat. Curt was very precise, and he calculated the explosion distance of the fireball technique, so that the raging waves of fire dissipated when they were less than three meters away from the children. As the children screamed and fell to the ground, Curt said loudly:

"Remember, there's no next time! I didn't take you in so that you could kill each other, but to give me energy to study!"

As he stopped, Curt strode towards the Mage's Tower. Bloom, the frost giant who had been watching from the sidelines, clasped his hands on his chest and nodded slightly. As a race from the tundra, he is accustomed to the harsh laws given by the tundra, and is quite dismissive of Fretia's loving education. Bloom believes that Freitia will only raise a colony of soft-footed shrimp that are waiting to be fed. Only a style like Curt's can produce a decent warrior.

By the time Fretia had finished treating her child's injuries, Curt had already prepared tea on the second floor. He took a slow sip of tea, and then said to Fretia, who rushed over in a hurry:

"Sit. ”

Fretia ignored it, and immediately began a stormy accusation. She described Curt as a tyrant who exterminated humanity, worse than an uncivilized barbarian. Curt drank tea silently, leaving Fretia to blame. It wasn't until Fretia stopped panting that Curt raised his hand and pulled a strip of soundproof cloth from each of his ears.

Fretia's eyes widened, and she raised her hands and spread her fingers in a gesture to pounce on Curt. Curt calmly put down the teacup and said slowly:

"If there is a beautiful woman in her arms, I welcome it very much. So if you want to pounce, please. In addition, I would like to say that the education of children must be appropriately harsh. They have been beaten on my side before they know to be afraid. Although the process was uncomfortable, it was better than their lack of discipline, and as a result, they offended people they couldn't afford to provoke outside, and they were inexplicably killed. The human world is much harsher than the elven world, and you should have seen a little bit of it. So over-protective, over-loving a child, the result is no different from slowly killing him. That's my idea, what do you think?"

Fretia didn't answer, and she lunged at Curt.