"Oh, dear Nitz, this room is set up too well. Laurchorel walked into the makeshift house housed in the Blackhall Institute and marveled at the style of the house's décor: "I can't find a single exposed wall tile inside or out, and I say Nitz, do you have any special preference for this kind of mud structure? Not even a single stone brick is needed." ”

Neveron also frowned, because of the backward marl walls, this room emitted a smell of rotten dust, because the house had just been completed, and the dust had not yet dissipated, and it was only a moment after walking in, and the mage's armor had already blocked a thick layer of dust.

This undoubtedly made the two chiefs feel unhappy: "It's better that the Prayer Technique should be activated in this specific environment, and a scroll that has already completed the spell composition shouldn't need such a lot of effort!"

"This ......" Nyze's expression was very embarrassed: "I'm very sorry, two adults, we were very lucky to use the Prayer Scroll to bring back Lifar's life, and found that he seemed to have a very easy overreaction to something, and woke up several times and then went crazy and fainted...... It's bricks. ”

"Bricks, bricks?" said Laurzorel's eyes, as he looked at Nitz's face with the words 'Are you kidding?'.

"Actually, there is a reason for it. Nyze sighed: "Now his consciousness is still chaotic and empty, probably due to the effect of the abyss infection, and the source power is above, so I would like to ask Lord Laurzorel to diagnose it." ”

The spells of the enchantment school mainly study the effects of arcane powers on the mind and soul, so many times the treatment of psychiatric enchanters is more skilled than priests, and it is obvious that the life and spirit problems that the prayer recalls are not small.

However, looking for the red-robed mage for this kind of thing is probably the wrong person, because the red-robed people are obviously better at causing diseases than curing diseases.

"Diagnosis, oh, yes, it is necessary to diagnose. Lauzorel nodded without much hope, it was clear that among the enchanters, he was the one who was more adept at causing illness, and was not very enthusiastic about this kind of helping thing, and only because of the same position.

Being able to drag Lifal's surname back from the bottomless abyss was originally unexpected.

As a high-level mage, it is always inevitable to deal with the lower realms, and for the consequences of the soul falling into the abyss, Lauzorel knows very well that even if it is a prayer technique, it is a small probability event to be able to get a life back, and it is said that Nizzo Desilon also found the high priest of the Temple of Korsus for this purpose to cast divine magic to help strengthen the success rate of spells.

He had to admire Nizi Odyssilon for doting on his nephew, but he still didn't think it would be a good deal to trade a Prayer Scroll for a low-level mage with a confused brain, and the same was true for Neveron, but it had happened, and they were happy with the outcome, and although his strength was not worth mentioning, Lifar Odyssilon was still a politically significant figure.

It's good to be able to live unharmed.

“...... Fourteen down. As they approached the room, the sound of the conversation coming from inside made Niziodesilon look slightly happy, and Neveron and Lauzorel raised their eyebrows at each other, and when they opened the door, they saw a young man in a wide red robe pointing at his head, from the back of his head to his forehead to the side of his head, and finally stopped in the middle of his skull, and muttered to a waiter who was carrying soup: " From here to here, he knocked me fourteen times with that thing, and I remember every time except the last one, well, uncle, teacher, councillor, hello, I'm fine. ”

The waiter was visibly baffled by what he had heard, and was stared at by Lifal Odesilon's bland eyes, which were a little neurotic no matter how he looked at them, and he was even more uncomfortable, his eyelids and forehead were constantly jumping, as if he were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Are you back to normal?" said NizOdesilon in surprise, noting that although he was still sluggish, for the whole, Lifal Odesillon's eyes were clear.

"I've always been normal. Lifar grinned, "Just came to my senses, thank you uncle, you saved my life." ”

"It should. Feeling choked with joy, Nyze felt a little overwhelmed, he waved his hand to free the waiter who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and then took Lifal's arm and looked up and down nervously: "You are the only blood in our family, Lifal, tell me, what accident did you encounter in the abyss?"

Neveron and Lauzorell showed a lack of interest on their faces at the same time, what kind of accident could they encounter in the abyss? The teleportation device was malfunctioning, and a mid-level demon could kill this mid-level and low-level mage, not to mention that the number of mid-level demons in the abyss was boundless, and there were countless cases that could kill this mage.

"Accident, not an accident, uncle, I know who killed me. Hearing Nitsu's inquiry, the sluggishness in Lifal's eyes, as if he had just woken up, vanished in an instant, replaced by a bottomless light of hatred.

Neveron and Lauzorell drew their attention at the same time, and when they got the answer, they glared at each other for a moment, and then looked at Lifar strangely, "Why did he kill you?"

Because of their honeymoon with Frass, they felt the need to get to the bottom of it.

"He's the agent that Frass sent to the north. Lifar grabbed Niz by the collar: "Uncle, you must also remember the death of my father. ”

"There is such a thing?!" Old Nizi Odesilon's face suddenly turned red, and he remembered the face of the young red-robed mage, and his original appreciation suddenly burned into anger: "It's him!?Lord Governor, Lord Neveron, we must investigate this matter clearly, at least that kid poisoned Lifar." ”

The two chief lords looked solemn, if the matter was true...... They do need to give Niz and Lifar an account.

"He's in the port of Saban. Neveron thought for a moment and asked Laurzorel, "We can take a trip." ”

"Not bad. Laurzorill nodded and motioned to Odyssilon's uncle and nephew: "Tidy up, let's go to Saban Harbor." ”

"Yes. Lifar replied first, his eyes spewing with hatred, he quickly dressed, and began to imagine how to carry out his revenge: "Teacher, Councillor, if you catch that boy, be sure to let me take revenge myself." ”

He proposed, thinking of thousands of ways to inflict endless torture on his mortal enemy, and this time he was dead!

Two chiefs and one nine-ring ** division.

How could a middle-level red robe get out under the round-up of this power?

Neveron absentmindedly agreed to him.

Hurt the relationship with Frass for this.

That kid is an important person after all.

He was a little unhappy.

However, there is absolutely no reason to wronged one's own people for the sake of outsiders, and in some harmonious organizations, for the sake of long-term interests, a leader may take such actions.

But helplessly, this is the Red Robe Mage Society.

As the leader, Neveron scoffed at this theory, and he didn't even think about it.

If they hurt the interests within the organization today, they will rebel tomorrow, not to mention this kind of murderous hatred, and even if one party is magnanimous, the other side will definitely not be grateful, but will be more careful and active in planning, in order to eradicate all enemies once and for all and solve the troubles.

Neveron would not allow this to happen, especially since the excellence of that Penision made him feel terrified, just as Sazastan's negligence and contempt had created Lauzorier, and he was not sure that he would make a terrible enemy because of a wrong decision.

Sazastan's gutter history reminded him of how dangerous it was.

Danger will be nipped in the bud.

That's the rule of Serge.

Blackhall is not too far from Saban Harbor, and they don't even need teleportation, they can fly for a short time with flying skills, and Saban Harbor's political axe is also more conspicuous, and the two chiefs and Odyssilon's bloodlines are no strangers to it, but when they used spells to spy on the situation in the mansion, they were stunned for a moment: "That kid is not here." ”

"Isn't it?" NizOdesilon raised an eyebrow.

"Ran away?" Lifal blurted out.

"No......" Laurzorell frowned and shook his head, "Well, there's a person here, Neveron, do you know?"

He noticed Neveron's brow furrowed.

"If I remember correctly, it should be his mentor. "As the head of the spell department, Neveron remembers this middle-aged man.

"Then too, we can know the traces of his students from his mouth. ”

Neveron nodded in approval, cast a few spells, and several people hid in the night, flying silently.

...... As a mage who is always accompanied by dangerous objects, this kind of problem will only increase, especially Zhan Huashi also prefers to study necromancy, and his minor ailments will always bother him at certain times.

When it rains, when he is tired from work, and when he is in a gloomy mood, these small illnesses and pains can always make him sigh that he is really tired of living.

Of course, judging from the above description, this little ailment always came to his head when he was troubled, and now, Jan Huashi once again lamented the hardships of life, half because of them, and half because of the insomnia tonight.

At such times, his students are not the only ones who suffer from insomnia.

The pain in his temples made him grin and lose his grace, and when he saw several figures silently appear at his desk, he was stunned for a moment, rubbing his eyes before reacting.

"What about your students?" he immediately understood when he saw the bright red robed mage with a hooked nose ask, and his eyes fell on Lifar's face next to him, whose eyes gleamed with hatred.

"He's not here?" the middle-aged man asked the chief rhetorically in a homely tone.

Without the slightest hint of respect.

At this time, the things of etiquette are naturally not used.

"Don't put garlic in it. Laurzorel's cane smacked the back of the middle-aged man's left hand on the table, bursting a few flashes of electricity, leaving a dark blank slate: "And be respectful, there is a chance to reduce your pain." ”

"There's no need, Chief. Zhan Huashi rubbed his left hand quietly, and a black light bloomed from his arms, reflecting a calm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ash Runestone!" Neveron's face changed, and his body flickered quickly out of the room, he had seen it many times in the middle of the night.

It seems that every member of the secret service will carry such a device with them, and the red-robed mage will give the standard configuration of the trial, which is of course even more extraordinary.

Lauzorill and the two Odyssylon also made the same move a few moments later, avoiding a big explosion with ripples of negative energy.

In the sound that shook the earth, no one noticed the light of the teleportation coordinates in the backyard of the mansion, and after a little dizziness, the young mage who stepped out of the teleportation coordinates saw the embers of the magnificent mansion and the energy ripples floating in the air, and also sensed the disappearance of life and soul.

When the frightened mages in the sky noticed the people who appeared in the teleportation array, Penny's eyes moved slightly, and he moved away from the wreckage of the house, and he also noticed the red robes.

"You should compensate me for something, my lords. He looked up at Neveron's hooked nose, pushed away the confused woman beside him with one hand, and reached into the bag with the other: "He's my only teacher." ”

(To be continued)