Alan was so confused by Mr. Winslow's words that he had no idea what was going on.

Mr. Winslow had already won the game, and all that was left was to absorb the last of his magic, but when Allen's magic flowed into the Wand of Stealing, he suddenly stopped daring to touch it, as if it had suddenly become very hot.

But the spell had already been activated, and as long as the barrier that trapped them remained, Mr. Winslow would continue to absorb it even if he didn't touch the wand with his hand. Of course, Alan couldn't resist.

"My wand......" Mr. Winslow still looked angry, but shifted his gaze to the wand of stealing, as if to reflect on what he had just felt.

Sure enough, he said to himself again: "This white light...... It's not magic...... What's that......"

"White light?" Hearing this, Alan finally had a clue, because now the only thing that can be related to this word is his magic.

Alan tried to calm himself down, carefully recalling every scene that had just happened and carefully analyzing it: magic was originally a colorless and odorless thing, but in this enchantment it could clearly manifest itself in different colors, and the magic they were absorbing was obviously flowing into the Wand of Stealing, but Mr. Winslow could tell which magic nature was just by touching......

Remembering the effect of the Soul Light, a bold guess came to him: the magic, or the wand itself, had the ability to materialize magical power, so Mr. Winslow only had to close his eyes to see exactly what kind of magical nature it was. And the strange reaction he had just now was because he saw that blinding white light.

"Could it be...... Is my magic too dazzling for you?" Alan asked tentatively as he thought of this.

"Sure enough...... You're the hell!" Winslow burst into a rage when he heard this, "My wand ......"

"That's right!" Alan couldn't help but get excited, Mr. Winslow's magic had hurt him now! If he really couldn't pick up the wand again, then they might have a chance to win!

So Alan pretended to be calm and began to think about how to delay as much time as possible. Because it is impossible for every magic to have a lasting effect, as long as they can survive until the magic fails, they may be able to find a chance to escape.

But Mr. Winslow seemed to read his thoughts, and after a short silence suddenly sneered: "Oh, you clever child......

Allen's heart tightened, and he stared at him deadly. It doesn't bode well that he can still smile like that at this time.

Sure enough, Mr. Winslow's next words made Allen feel cold: "Don't think that you can do anything to me with such a small trick...... Since this magic has a magic magnet involved, you should know what is going on......"

Hearing this, Alan chuckled in his heart and secretly screamed that it was not good.

"Is it the same as the one at the school gate......" Alan panicked, "That's perpetual magic......"

"Magic with the participation of magic magnets usually lasts for a long time......," Mr. Winslow looked a little deflated, "Although this is not a permanent magic, the magic used to maintain this enchantment that binds you comes from my Devil's Stealer's Staff, and the Devil's Stealer's Rod, which will continue to drain the magic from your body through this barrier...... I mean, you get the idea, right?"

"It's a ...... Dead Loop!" A sense of despair began to spread in Alan's heart, and it was indeed impossible to survive......

"Yes...... In other words, there are only two ways to get this magic to end...... "Mr. Winslow added, "either I'll take the initiative to destroy the enchantment, or I'll wait until your magic is completely drained...... And now I can't touch this wand anymore, so ......"

"Until our magic is drained...... Then all the magic in the wand will be used up before the magic ends......" Alan was basically unable to think much now, and could only muttered along the lines given by Mr. Winslow.

"Hmph, that's right...... It's a waste, but because of your strange magic, I'll have to wait patiently......" Mr. Winslow sneered, pointed at Cynthia, shook his head, and said, "I wanted to spare her life, but now it's impossible...... It's a shame that her constitution might just disappear, but as a last-minute show, it's fun to watch you die slowly...... If you want to blame it, blame your strange physique!"

With that, Mr. Winslow began to laugh maniacally......

When Alan heard this, his heart suddenly twisted like a knife.

yes, if it weren't for his magic being so special, he wouldn't be where he is now...... Although Mr. Winslow may have said these words only out of revenge, or to sting his heart, it is undeniable that Mr. Winslow did clearly express his desire for Cynthia's physique before.

Originally, it would only be Frey, Alyssa and him who would have died, but now Cynthia has been affected......

"Yes, I'm sorry......" Alan suddenly didn't dare to look at Cynthia and whispered.

Tears swirled in his eyes, blurring his vision. A strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart, which made his emotions collapse a little, and he couldn't help but weaken his legs and knelt on the ground.

"You could have lived......" Alan now felt a little difficult to breathe, and felt like crying with every word he spoke, "yes...... I hurt you......"

The fire spirits seemed to be finally disappearing, making the firelight dim a lot.

Allen's consciousness was a little sluggish, and his brain had stopped thinking. There was only one thought that recurred in his mind: "How are we going to die...... Starve...... Or freeze to death......"

At the same time, he began to feel tired, as if he would fall asleep at any moment, though he knew in his heart that he might never wake up again......

I don't know how long it took, Cynthia's voice suddenly came from behind him again: "You...... There's no need to apologize for that......"

Alan was stunned, feeling like he had been given a shot of heart booster, and plucked up the courage to turn his head sideways to find Cynthia looking at him.

Although she is also weak now, she is still conscious: "What if...... Really as he said...... I'm going to live that way for the rest of my life...... I'd rather ...... Die now......"

Cynthia said word for word.

Perhaps because he had been forgiven, a sense of comfort crept into Allen's heart, making him clench his hands.

"That kind of ...... How to live like a puppet...... It's like a dead man......" Cynthia said as she struggled to her feet, gritting her teeth, "That's not what I wanted!"

Although she was too weak to succeed in the end, her words made Alan feel very encouraged. The throbbing mixed with emotion flowed through his whole body like a warm current, making him now full of strength.

At this moment, an extremely familiar-sounding voice suddenly sounded above their heads: "Huh...... Mr. Negris Winslow, you probably didn't even expect you to lose at the hands of these children......"

Everyone was stunned, this voice sounded so familiar, it seemed to be heard often. But in this case, they couldn't remember who it was.

Looking up, Alan noticed a dark shadow in mid-air walking towards them step by step......

At the same time, the voice sounded again, and with a tone that everything was over: "It seems that this farce has lasted so long...... It's finally going to end......"