Section 4: Crisis of the Mind

"The most painful loss in the world is not the separation of yin and yang, but the fact that she sits next to you and pretends that she has never met you. Maybe it's always good not to have it, because if you don't have it, you don't have to lose. 」

- [interlaced]

One

Time: Afternoon Location: Bezod Mansion Characters: Bezod, Asrema, Insominia

(¤ Bezod and two disciples sit around a round table, each with a cup of hot coffee in front of them)

Bezod: After half a month of training, you have all developed and mastered your own fighting styles. As long as you practice every day, these forces will play a great role in actual combat. Today's tea time, I want to tell you about the origin of the spells, and all the spells you have used so far are incomplete.

Asrema: You're talking about chanting, none of the spells we use have been chanted.

Bezord: What a learned man, yes, chanting. Each arcane-level spell has its own chant, and some low-level but powerful spells also have a chant. 800 years ago, it was not possible for spells to be cast without chanting, which made magic manipulators very limited, and the time consumed to chant was fatal in actual combat. Therefore, the magicians have developed a method for casting magic without chanting, which is called "instantaneous". All the spells you use now are "instantaneous spells". However, there is a fatal drawback to instantaneous spells, as the same spell cannot be cast a second time in 10 seconds. 10 seconds is the minimum, and some mages with very weak mana may be 20 seconds or even longer. This uncastable vacuum time is called "Spell Cooldown".

Asrema: Well, we've all learned that in our theory of magic class. (He seems to be deliberately emphasizing this.)

Bezod: Looks like you're serious about your studies. Channeling spells don't have spell cooldowns, but there will still be a second or two, which can be reduced to zero with practice.

Asrema: So, our task today is to master chanting?

Bezod: (smiles) That's not an easy task, you can try to do it.

Asrema: (begins chanting ...... chant) Razor-sharp ice from the Bitter Cold will freeze the land, bringing despair and desolation! Sharp as a blade that can shred the hair and skin of enemies, and swift as lightning, it will cause enemies to die in trembling - "Secret Method: Extremely Cold Broken Ice"!

(¤Asrema summons a large expanse of rapidly descending ice ridges that freeze half of the hall......)

Bezord: The time between the chant and the effect is nine seconds, and in nine seconds, a summoner like Insol, who is good at moving fast, can already kill several enemies with his melee attacks.

Asrema: (snorts) That's true—in actual combat, the chant is almost useless, and the Extremely Cold Ice chant is almost the shortest.

Bezod: (chuckles) The creator of League of Legends, Exio Invoker, invented silent chanting, a new method of chanting, fifty years ago. In short, it is to recite the chant in your heart and make it work. This method can reduce the chanting time by 25%, but in practice, it is very difficult to do silent recitation.

Asrema: (confused) What do you mean?

Insomina: Well, I see, because meditation is usually done in a meditative state.

Bezod: (nods) Silent recitation, like chanting, requires relative mental concentration, and in a sense, silent recitation requires more concentration. However, if you are facing a strong enemy, it is too difficult to do so.

Asrema: That's too much trouble! Isn't the role of the channel just to increase the effect of the spell? Reducing the cooldown is really not a reflection of this, because the channel itself consumes a lot of time.

Bezod: (shakes his head) What you think is one-sided. Compared with instantaneous spells, chanting spells have a significant improvement in effect, speed, accuracy, and other aspects. Using the Ice Shattering spell you just used as an example, the size of the frozen area, the speed at which the ice falls, the sharpness of the ice block, the degree of compatibility with the summoning enchantment, etc., are all much higher than the normal instantaneous spells.

Asrema: It's really confusing, you can't use it, you don't use it (scratching your head) What the hell is going on?

Insominia: Don't worry, there's always a way.

Asrema: (dissatisfied) You're going to talk cool, and of course you don't have to think about chanting, because spells are only your secondary attack, but I'm going to rely on spells to make a living!

Bezord: (smiles) Insol is right, there will always be a way, but it will take you to practice. I'll just give you a reminder that Exio has developed a memory chant based on silent chanting, which is the memory of remembering the chant spell. This method can have the same effect as chanting, and it takes one-tenth the time of chanting.

Asrema: (with a joyful expression) That's a good thing!?

Insomina: But it's not easy to do.

Bezod: I've said so much today, so I'll leave it at that, and you'll take the rest for yourself.

(¤ Bezod turned around and left)

Two

Anton Salon, lying on two layers of thick blankets, tossed and turned, couldn't sleep, not because of something on his mind, but because of the thunderous snoring of Fronza beside him. For half a month, he and Fronza have slept in the metal hall of Bezod's house, although the constantly heating metal pipes make the hall extra warm, but now it is winter after all, and sleeping on the metal floor is not a happy thing. Anton Salon, who took out the pre-prepared dog's tail grass from under his pillow and poked Fronza's nose with a slender rhizome. Unexpectedly, the other party's snoring is still the same, and there is no trend of decreasing. He pressed harder and stabbed again. This time the effect was obvious, the snoring was gone, and the hall was calm again.

"You bastard!" Fronsa's sudden voice startled Anton Salon.

"I'm sorry to wake you up. Anton Salon's face looked at Fronsa's face, but there was only a vague dark shadow there.

Without saying a word, Fronsa sneezed at Anton Salon, but fortunately Anton Salon, who reacted in time and raised his arms to block his cheeks, but despite this, something sticky was sprayed on his face.

"Ahh Anton Saron looked aggrieved.

"It's because Eloni sent it, so you're a little reluctant, aren't you?" asked Fronza.

Anton Sharon felt his cheeks a little hot, and hurriedly lifted the quilt to cover half of his face, "No—"

"Sit up, Anton Ssalon," Fronsa said, sitting up from the blanket.

"Oh. Anton Sharon did as he did like an obedient child. However, just as he was sitting up, Fronza hit him the back of the neck, and he cried out in pain, "Ahhh——!h

"What, I'm still awake. Fronza touched his chin, "Well, do you want to hit it again?"

"Are you trying to- knock me unconscious and put me to sleep?" Anton Saron curled up in pain, clutching the back of his neck, "You really can't compliment me, and now—I can't sleep—"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll make you some sleeping potions in the future, and I'll make sure you get a good night's sleep. Fronza said with a smile.

"Forget it. Anton Salonn lay down slowly, still clutching the back of his neck in excruciating pain, "If you drink your stuff, you'll probably never wake up - you sleep, I won't bother you." ”

"Ah, ah, what a wretched man. Fronza touched Anton Salon's head, "I have another way, would you like to try it?"

"Does it hurt?" said Anton Sharon with some fear.

"Why, it was because it was too dark just now, and I didn't grasp the focus point. Fronza said as he put his hand on Anton Salon's shoulder, "There will be a wonderful look in a moment!"

Anton Salon's "wonderful" soon sensed what Fronsa called "wonderful", and he suddenly felt his body lighten and slowly fall under the pull of a force, although he knew in his heart that he could not really fall, but all five senses clearly fed back this information to his brain. Just then, he saw a dictionary-thick journal that Droker had given him months earlier. He has always regarded it as a relic of his parents, treasured under the bedding in the college dormitory. The fact that the diary would be seen here proves that it is not a real sight before him. Despite this, he tried to grasp the diary, but it grew farther and farther away from him, so far away that it disappeared from view......

"No——!" Anton Sharon shouted with his mouth open, but the sound seemed to have lost its medium of transmission, so that he could not hear anything, and then a large cloud of black smoke quickly engulfed him......

Anton Saron confirmed that he had heard a series of rattling water, which he knew was the sound of Aroni washing. Obviously, it's morning. But the thought of what happened last night left him confused. He didn't know why he had seen the diary and then fell asleep.

"Looks like you're awake!Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you to have breakfast!" Eloni walked up to Anton Salon, patting his cheek with her wet hand.

Anton Sharon frowned and slowly got up and sat up, "Thank you—how long have you been up?"

"I've just gotten up, but they seem to have been practicing all morning!" said Arronie as Fronza opened the door from the outside, and a cold wind poured in at once.

Anton Salonn hurriedly pulled up the quilt and wrapped his body, "Fronsa, I haven't dressed yet, can you close the door first?"

"Isn't it cold?" Fronza looked up at the enchantment around the outer edge of the house, "They seem to be getting weaker at blocking cold air." ”

Anton Sharon quickly put on his clothes and shoes and walked out the door. As Fronza said, the temperature in the courtyard today is much cooler than in the past. At this moment, the companions were sitting around the stone table on the side of the courtyard, eating breakfast, and Mentor Bezod seemed to have gone out.

"Come on, Anton ——!" Arconi beckoned Anton Saron to sit down in the seat next to her, and placed a tempting-looking grilled sausage on the other's plate.

Anton Ssalon sat down, "Thanks—thank you—" He was a little unaccustomed to Ironie being so kind to him all of a sudden, but he knew in his heart that it was just for Asrema to see, but Assrema seemed to see Ironi as air, and was discussing the topic of "Memory Chanting" with Insominia.

"Anton Salon, tomorrow you will have to move with me to the orphanage. Fronza said as he shoved the omelet into his mouth.

"Huh?" said Anton Sharon, confused, "can't we stay here?"

"Do you want to sleep on the cold metal floor all the time?" said Fronsa, "It's the holiday at the academy, and the things in the dormitory should be moved out as soon as possible, and I'll help you move them tomorrow!"

"Why don't you move today, do you have any other arrangements today?" asked Anton Salon.

"Because you're going to be my coolie today!" Eroni smiled at Anton Sharon, "help me move things here in a moment—"

Anton Saron deliberately avoided Eloni's gaze, and he especially didn't dare to look at Eloni's smile, because he couldn't speak for a long time every time he saw it. "Okay—that way I can sleep a little more. He nodded.

"Not necessarily!" Eloni put another sausage on Anton Saron's plate, then glanced at Asrema quickly, "Do you want me to call you every morning?"

"I don't think Princess Elony is such a diligent person!" said Fronza with a smile.

"Shut up for me——" Eroni glared at Fronza fiercely.

Anton Sharon pretended not to see anything, and buried his head in eating the grilled sausage, "Well, it tastes good, it's really good-" He didn't know why he would say such a thing, although it was true, but the emotion he wanted to express in his heart was not to praise the food.

"Have you listened to me, little Anton—" Eronian slapped Anton Saron on the back and smiled maliciously.

Anton Saron was startled by Eroni's slap just now, turned his head and coughed vigorously a few times, and the grilled sausage he had just eaten seemed to choke into his throat, so that his cheeks instantly turned red.

"Oh, yes, what a poor man. Fronza looked at Anton Salon's pained expression and shook his head helplessly.

Three

Anton Salons and Fronza were walking down the stone road in the outer city with a cart full of wooden boxes containing all of Arrowny's belongings in the dormitory, and the eldest lady was now strolling around behind the two boys, as if the two in front of her had nothing to do with her. Anton Saron was already sweating profusely, exhausted, and with a thin physique, he was already at the limit of walking a mile with a wooden box that was more than 4 times his weight, and it was all up to his will to continue to walk at this moment. Fronza is in a better situation, although he also looks a little thin, but his body is still relatively strong, so the same weight is much less burdensome for him.

"Eloni—I can't do it, it's too heavy!" Anton Salonn put down the trolley and sat down on the cold floor, his face a little pale and looking very weak.

"Hey, hey!" Fronza put down the trolley as well, and he walked up to Anton Salon, "Isn't it okay to sit on that cold ground?"

"Fronsa-" Anton Salon, breathless, "can't-can't you use teleportation spells?"

"No, Lord Bezod's mansion has a tight barrier, and it is impossible to use teleportation spells to send things there. Fronza picked up Anton Salon, motioning for him to sit on the edge of the trolley.

"Little Anton-" Arroni walked over and patted Anton Ssalon's shoulder, revealing a smile, "So enthusiastic, so reliable little Anton, is this the limit?

"Hey, Ironie, it's enough—" Fronza crossed his arms over his chest, "I can't stand it!

"Ahh Anton Salon, holding on to the edge of the trolley, stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and tried to grab the handle.

"She's calling you, fool! I can't see it!" Fronza turned to the side and glanced at Anton Salon.

"No—" Eroni looked innocent, "I just ask you to come and help, and invite you to eat in the evening!

"Ahh Anton Sharon glanced back at Arroni, who was now smiling at him with the corners of his mouth curled, and there seemed to be some kind of flickering liquid in his silver-gray eyes, for some reason, he felt as if his body had been electrocuted, and his spirit that had just been sluggish immediately cleared up a lot.

"Yo! Anton Saron, long time no see!"

Anton Saron was startled by the sudden voice, and the memory immediately fed him a name, "Ahhh

Mocha still wears a red robe today, with a gold dragon accessory pinned to the collar, and although the fine brownish-yellow hair is the same length as Anton Saron's, a similar hairstyle appears on Mocha, which naturally adds a bit of temperament to it. He narrowed his blue eyes, glanced at Fronsa, who was standing beside Anton Salon, and then returned his gaze to Anton Saron, "You look tired, it seems that your physical strength is still not very good." ”

"yes—" Anton Salonn smiled at the other party, "How is my sister doing? I haven't been to see her in a long time—"

Mocha pursed her lips, "Won't you say hello to your sister before you disappear?" ”

Anton Sharon lowered his head, and suddenly felt a little sour in his nose, he could imagine how Anrila would worry about him, and he could also imagine that sad expression, and when he realized this, his heart welled up with infinite guilt.

Mocha stepped forward and patted Anton Saron on the shoulder with his left hand, which was wearing a dragonskin glove, "Don't worry – I'll tell her you're all right." When you have time, don't forget to check her out, she really misses you. ”

"Thank you, Mocha—" Anton Saron hurriedly wiped his eyes with his sleeve as he looked up at Mocha.

"I'm going on my official business, goodbye, Anton Salon," Mocha said as he turned to leave, when he seemed to think of something and turned his head slightly, "By the way—Anton Saron, your cart shouldn't be that heavy." ”

Anton Saron looked at Mocha's distant figure, he didn't understand the other party's last words, but at the moment, he was more worried about his sister. Just then, Fronza walked up behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

"You have a friend of the Inquisitor, how come I have never heard you mention it?" asked Fronza.

"Ah—you didn't ask. Anton Salonn replied, "Ah, that—do you see that he is the Inquisitor?"

"Well, it's clear at a glance that as a judge, you don't wear a hood and don't hide your power. Fronza touched his chin and thought, "This guy is weird—"

"That—little Anton—" Eroni tugged at Anton Saron's arm, "Are you familiar with the Inquisitor?"

"Ah, sort of a friend. Anton Saron realized what the other party was going to say next, even though he didn't use his mind-sight skills.

"Introduce him to me!" said Aroni, pouting and shaking Anton Saron's arm, "his skin—made of quartz sand, as if it were shining!, his eyes were so melancholy, so deep. I fell in love with him right away!"

"Okay—well—but I rarely see him. Although Anton Saron had long known that the other party would have such a request, when he thought of Mocha's relationship with his sister, he was reluctant to do so.

"I don't care—" Eroni turned her back and her tone took a 360-degree turn, "if you don't introduce him to me, I'll ignore you again!"

"Anton Salon, Irone," Fronsa replied to Irone, then walked up to Anton Salon's side and whispered, "Don't do that." ”

"I've heard it all! you're a very bad person, Fronza!" said Aroni, pouting with displeasure.

"Let's go—" Anton Saron lifted the trolley, and it was then that he noticed something very strange, which made him immediately understand Mocha's last words, "Actually—the trolley has become so light—"

"Well, it looks like so!" Fronza held the handle of the trolley in one hand and touched his chin with the other, "You don't need to touch, you can cast this spell directly, and it's really a judge, it's really powerful!"

Anton Salons looked at Fronsa, and it was obvious that the other party's trolley had also become lighter, which couldn't help but make him envious of Mocha even more, "Well—it would be much easier this time—" In fact, his actual thought at the moment was, "If only I could be so powerful"

Four

Early in the morning, Bezod began his research by shuttling between the metal pipes on the north side of the metal hall. On top of each section of the pipe is a dial and some buttons, and his job is to record the data displayed on the dial and press some specific buttons. Despite the loud roar of the metal pipes, they still couldn't hide the crackling sound coming from the courtyard, indicating that the five disciples were practicing spells. For some reason, a tall figure in a purple robe suddenly appeared in the hall, the guy looked taller and stronger than Bezod, and wore a huge hood. Judging from the force field around him, this person's strength is on par with, or even surpassing, with Bezod. Bezod didn't seem to notice that there was an intruder in his mansion, and he still carefully recorded the research data in a small notebook, occasionally stopping to think for a while.

"Where did you get these machines?" the intruder asked in a deep tone as he suddenly appeared in front of Bezord, but despite this, the man's voice was still loud, almost like a drum.

"Given to me by Victor, a pioneer of machinery, he knew I had always wanted these machines. Bezod replied without looking up, and he looked like he knew the identity of the intruder.

"You've done something stupid, Bezord!" the intruder was annoyed, causing the force field around him to become a little unstable, so much so that the metal pipes trembled.

"Huh, for example—" Bezod's voice was soft and calm, and he turned to look at a nearby dial, then wrote a paragraph in his notebook.

"Let's say you took the 'least gifted summoner' as a disciple!" the intruder was even angrier, this time because of Bezod's nonchalant attitude.

"You're trying to say that doing so is like telling those people that Anton Saron is a descendant of the Invoker?" Bezod closed the notebook and put it in his pocket, then took off his half-moon glasses and looked at the intruder seriously, "Are you so sure those people didn't do anything in the thirteen years that Anton Salonn didn't come to the War College?"

"Then why did you seal Anton Salon's power in the first place?" the intruder asked, "Since you know that they won't be ignorant of this, at least Anton Saron should be an ordinary summoner, and you should be so conspicuous!"

"I'm guessing too, Lord Sock. Bezod said as he teleported himself out of the metal pipe, then pointed to the door, "Anton Salon, just outside. If I'm not mistaken, you've been monitoring here lately. I was still wondering why my house was cold, because you weakened the barrier outside. In that case, haven't you noticed anything at all?"

Ghost Sock slowly raised his head, glanced at Bezord, and then strode towards the gate and walked out. The air in the courtyard was cold, much warmer than outside, but the temperature had already caused many mandala flowers to wither. Ghost Soke's appearance quickly attracted the attention of the five disciples, and the five of them were looking at him in unison at the moment, with surprised expressions. But he seems to be interested only in Anton Salon.

"Anton Saron!

Anton Salon's drumming sound shuddered at the sound of the drum, and the voice of the other man was so loud that he felt deafening even though it was 10 yards away. However, before he could react, the tall Oni Sock grabbed his hand, and the force was surprisingly great, as if the other party could lift him up with one hand. Of course, what is even more surprising is that the palm of the other party's hand is as big as a puff fan, and the human hand will not be that big at all.

Ghost Sock nodded, "Well, I see-" He drew a circle with his index finger in the palm of Anton Saron's hand, "Use your power well, little ghost!"

Anton Saron didn't understand what the other party was saying, but Ghost Sock had already disappeared, as if everything was an illusion. At this moment, his left hand, which was still in an upright state, suddenly burst into white gas, and a piercing pain made him cry out. It felt as if the palm of the hand was being pierced by a steel needle little by little.

"What's wrong with you!?" Fronza grabbed Anton Salon, who was about to fall, and the other party was crying out heartbreakingly, and his body began to get cold.

Asrema, Insominia, and Eloni walked quickly to Fronsa's side, and the three of them looked in horror at the bloodless, rolling eyes of Anton Salon, who was in his arms, and for a moment was at a loss for what to do. At this moment, Anton Salon's original heart-rending cry turned into a hoarse moan from his throat, which made people furious when he heard it.

Eroni couldn't help but cover her mouth, her silver-gray eyes trembled uncontrollably, and her face became as pale as Anton Saron.

"Hey, hey, what's going on, what did that stranger do?" Asrema's eyes widened, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, he had never been so nervous.

Insominia pulled away Anton Salon's cold left hand and looked at the palm of the steaming white air, which was not as hot as expected, on the contrary, it was the cold air that was undisputed. "Carry him into the house!" he whispered, and at such times he was the only one who could keep his composure.

Fronza picked up Anton Ssalon, who couldn't help but tremble, and walked quickly towards the house, he who had always been hippie and smiling, became extremely serious at the moment, he looked at Anton Salon, and his original light green eyes inexplicably turned dark green.

"Can you hear me?" Fronza tried to communicate with Anton Salon, but he was surprised to find that the door to the other person's mind was gone, replaced by a large expicicle that stretched upwards infinitely, as if there was no end.

"Anton Saron, don't scare me, what's wrong with you? What did Lord Sock just do to you?"

"Anton Salon!?"

......

"There's no Anton Saron here, there's only Scottzer here!" a chilling voice sounded in the distance, with an endless echo.

"Scottzer, are you!?" Fronza was walking among the huge icicles at the moment, when the black ground beneath his feet began to freeze, and it froze at a very fast rate, freezing him as he stood on it......

"Die—— intruders of the psychic world!"

"Hey!Fronza!What's wrong with you!?"

"Fronsa, wake up!"

"How-this!?"

Five

The north winds in February are already a little warm, they are cold on the surface, but they have a warm heart, so that the cold is not only biting, but makes people feel comfortable. After that incident, Ghost Sock never came back again, and Anton Saron had been asleep in Bezord's bedroom. Fronza and Insominia had moved what Anton Salonn had left in the dormitory to the orphanage, and the kind dean decided to take in the "famous summoner" of the War College. In addition to practicing spells, Eroni has one more job every day, which is to feed Anton Saron the potions made by Mentor Kieran. Strange to say, although Anton Salon, although he looked like he was asleep, he was also conscious, he knew who was feeding him the medicine, and he also knew when to swallow it. Koria would take the opportunity to deliver the medicine and read Anrela's letter to Anton Salon, and each time, he could see the other party cry, and each time, he would leave Bezod's mansion crying like a tearful man. Asrema, who seemed to hate Anton Saron, had not been idle lately, and he ordered his former servant to seek out the famous doctor of Noxus. Of course, this matter is absolutely secret, and even Mentor Bezod does not know.

"You've been talking very little lately—" Insominia handed a bottle of butterbeer to Fronsa, who was sitting on the steps outside the gate.

Fronza took the butterbeer, uncorked it, and took a big sip, "It's been cloudy lately, especially in the afternoon, when will winter pass?" he raised his head and looked up at the cloud-covered sky, a touch of golden mango seemed to be about to break through the clouds, but his strength was limited, and he only tore a small opening.

"When did you become melancholy, too?" said Inthomiña, who smiled as he half-covered his eyes with his hands and looked up at the sky, "so glaring—even for that meter of light, so dazzling—"

"Hah-" Fronza slapped Insomina's calf hard, "aren't you the same, a muscular guy like you, it's a little disgusting to say something like that-"

"Resurrected?" Inthominia glanced at Fronza and curled the corners of her mouth slightly, "It seems that I have a better way." ”

"Your words are getting more and more disgusting—" Fronza took another sip of his beer, then turned his head to the side.

"Hey, buddy—" Inthominia crouched down and put his thick, strong arm on Fronsa's shoulder, "What did you see in Anton Salon's psychic world that day, and what kind of power can hurt you, a master of mind-seeking?"

"Ahh ”

"Sounds complicated, doesn't it?" Insominia also looked at the door, "but we can only trust Anton Salon, that he can wake up." ”

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"There's no reason for me to make these pointless negotiations with you anymore, Scottze!" said Anton Sharon as he looked at the slightly humanoid dark figure in front of him, wearing a beige robe and silver cape, and a white knitted scarf around his neck, which gave him a bit of a temperament.

It was cold all around, colder than any winter at the War College, and rows of huge icicles rose from the ground and stretched upwards infinitely. The original black ground was covered with thick ice, but the place where Anton Salons stood did not, or rather, the ice deliberately avoided his body. All of the ice edges glow with a blue glow, which they had since been created.

"So-" Scottzer's cold voice rang out, his body still formless, floating there like a black shadow, "how did you decide?"

"Of course I can't promise you, how can I do such a thing?" Antonsalon shook his head, and walked towards Scottzer little by little, strangely enough, the ice melted wherever he walked.

"Anton Salon, I'll just need a moment, a moment!" shouted Scottzer, shouting at the top of his voice, which made his voice even more terrifying.

"Not for a moment, Scotter!" Anton Sharon was already standing in front of Scottzer, and he gradually saw Scottzer's face hidden in the dark shadows, it turned out that Scottzer was an old man with a goatee.

"That's a pity!" Scotter laughed maniacally, holding out a withered arm, "Can you resist my strength?"

"Ah, I guess I can. Anton Sharon slowly lowered his head, his fine long hair was suddenly gently lifted by a breeze, "Because this is my spiritual world, you have occupied this place for almost half a month, and my sister and friends are worried about me!"

"Ridiculous! ridiculous! hahaha—" Scotter stepped back, and at the same time, he raised his withered hands, and a powerful spell was being cast.

"Forbidden Technique: Ice Coffin!"

Some of the chilling blue light quickly formed a triangular body around Anton Saron's body, trapping him in it, and then the blue light turned into hard ice edges, and gradually extended upwards, like the icicles around him. However, the power contained in this ice coffin was terrifying, so much so that everything around it began to shake, as if an earthquake had occurred.

"How's that?Anton Sharon?Can you resist such a force?" Scotter's body gradually regained its human form, instead of a flickering black shadow, "Okay! Great! The body has recovered!" his words showed triumph and joy.

At this moment, the ice coffin was shattered by an overwhelming force, and the broken ice slowly drifted through the space, reflecting the light of the surrounding icicles, like a swarm of fireflies flying in the night sky. Anton Salonn stood in the middle of the crushed ice, his left hand flat at the side of his body, with which he had broken the ice coffin.

"Could this be—the power of cultivation!?" Si Goezer's eyes widened, and his body began to lose its human form again, turning into a flickering black shadow, "Anton Salon, who the hell are you?"

"It's obvious, Scotter!" Anton Sharon whispered, his green eyes shining with determination, "I'm a descendant of the Invoker!

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"Ah, in general, I'm still a little worried. Fronza took another sip of beer, "However, you are right, all we can do now is trust Anton Salon." ”

"Perhaps—" Inthominia smiled at Fronsa, "Antonsalon will face us with a new attitude when he wakes up again. ”

"Ahh

Arrowny's screams were heard from inside the house, and Fronza and Insomigna immediately got up and pushed the door open and entered the house, and at that moment, both of them were petrified in the same scene. They all had the same person in their eyes, and it was Anton Salon, an Anton Salon, whom they had never seen before.

Anton Salon's hair had grown longer, his hair had become much more regular, and he was wearing a beige robe and a white knitted scarf. The pair of emerald eyes also became deeper. Perhaps because of the change in his eyes, the rest of his face also looked more coordinated and beautiful. Now he can take on the word handsome.

"Y-you're Anton Salon?" Fronsa glared and slowly stepped forward and pinched Anton Salon's face, "Well, it's true that the flesh is long, and the skin seems to have become a lot more delicate, is it because of adequate sleep?"

"Don't mess it up, you bastard!" Eloni pushed Fronza away, curling the corners of her mouth to admire Anton Saron earnestly, "Well—it seems that I've really become handsome, so I'll be my sidekick in the future!"

"Speaking of which—Anton Saron," Thomyria looked puzzled, "what is the matter with your outfit and your changes?"

"Ah-" Anton Saron looked at Insominia with the same puzzled gaze, "I—I don't know, I woke up like this, but I can't remember anything—isn't it a dream?"

"Fool!" Fronza slapped Anton Salon's back on the head, causing the other party to immediately cover his head, "Obviously, this must not be a dream!"

"Ah, you're still so hard—it hurts—" Anton Sharon bent over with his head covered.

"Don't worry, little Anton, I'll avenge you!" Eloni patted Anton Sharon on the shoulder, then angrily walked over to Fronsa, "Come here and let me fight!"

"Why should I listen to you?" said Fronza, grimacing at Arroni and running quickly into the courtyard.

"You bastard!" said Aroni as she chased after her.

Anton Salonn walked over to the row of huge metal pipes, looked at his own image on the metal surface, and couldn't help but grow his mouth, "It's like—really changed a little bit—how can this be?"

"I hope it's not just the appearance and the clothes that have changed. Insominia looked at Anton Salon's back and said with a sigh.