Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1737 Sister Battle

Although saying this is a bit like self-comfort, Felice unexpectedly felt a faint sense of relief: Although his biological father is not a good person, most of the wicked things he did to him were ordered by others .

Anyway, it's not that whenever he has a bad thought, he thinks of Felice first.

It sounds pitiful, but Felice didn't have any feelings for Rolando at first, but instead, it was okay.

People who don't matter, just let go of the most irritating point in your heart...the disgust that even your own biological father treats you as garbage...then just leave him alone.

Rolando's fate would definitely be bad, no matter whether he was willing to take the bottle of medicine or not.

But Felice estimated that he would still take it... Before Gilbert announced his comeback, Rolando, who wanted to understand what he had done during this time, would definitely swallow the medicine quickly.

So, his little thought, really, everyone knows how to handle it, how dare he say that he is really smart?
That is to say, the advantage of the black fan town is that no mage is willing to give up the clean air in the magic tower in exchange, so he can still have the virtue of 'I am very good' today.

Hmm... Felice blinked as he looked at the library in front of him... Perhaps, Rolando felt that he was omnipotent because he had heard too many heartfelt compliments from the nobles in the black fan town?

That is to say, the mage's biggest reliance is his own spells, otherwise Rolando would probably be able to fly into the sky with that terrible blowing power.

Felice walked into the library with a blank face, and returned the most vicious look to every prying gaze, whether sincere or false... Anyway, after taking this medicine, he will be a half-lunatic, whether it is good or bad, in the case of a madman His eyes are full of wanting to kill him... Felice can be very real, and all the disgust and killing intent are absolutely from his heart.

Huh~
Feeling those panicked eyes, Felice glanced around with suspicious eyes instead... Didn't it mean that he was very suspicious after taking the shit medicine?

Then let him criticize the dodge in this look, whether it is true or not, people who know the truth will never be really panicked because he looks like a pervert for no reason.

Hehe~ It seems that he is thinking too much, the kind of person who knows the truth will not appear in his field of vision... probably judge him from a distance.

After all, it is impossible for mages above the middle level to appear near the Apprentice Tower and the library.

And judging from Nunnally's performance, his matter is still a big secret, not everyone can know.

That doesn't matter, anyway, he just thought of the aggrieved feeling that Rolando provoked... Is it a reality that everyone is willing to admit that his mother doesn't have eyes, and his father doesn't have brains?

Tsk~ The world of madmen is so interesting!

After venting a little anger in the library and showing a rational half-mad state, Felice decided to go for a stroll in the garden between the library and the Apprentice Tower.

Although taro leaves are not tasty and taro flowers are tasteless, they are somewhat colored, right?

Dark green is also a color!
Looking at those formal apprentices of the same age who shunned him... who used to whisper half-truths and half-fake sarcasm in his ears, Felice suddenly felt that the madman's life was pretty good.

He sat with his arms crossed on a secluded bench with a good view, but he was well hidden... only from the left side, and he closed his eyes silently and meditated: Maybe, this will also happen in the future. Could it be his character?

Anyway, even if he was not crazy, no one would believe him.

Felice collapsed on the bench, and began to consider whether it would be appropriate to be a lunatic for a hundred years... As for living longer, Felice, who still knows his talent quite well, did not dare to think so much.

Ok?
He turned over abruptly and jumped behind the chair in one leap.

Of course, Felice knew that there were bugs in this world... But the high-level apprentices had their own magical energy, unless they were bloody flying insects that grew up on the blood of a mage, they wouldn't fall on him at all.

But that kind of bug, the isolation circle of the tower of black fans is not enough to stop it.

Felice was really a little scared: Could it be that he did something wrong and people discovered it?
Then his fear and panic quickly calmed down in the seemingly unfamiliar and familiar breath of the bug... The strangeness lies in the fact that he has definitely never exchanged this magic imprint, but the sense of familiarity comes from the same magic imprint that he knows best. One pulse, even the breath that echoes each other.

During the night of taking that potion, tossing and turning, worrying and fearing, Felice touched Carpenter's magic imprint to comfort himself: as long as he hadn't betrayed the family, entrapped Carpenter's relatives, his cousin, It is possible, and will definitely give him a hand.

At least, it won't let him die quietly.

Felice frowned, and still let the bug flying around him land on the back of his hand... In this Tower of Darkness, if he is of the same line as Carpenter, it may be another Gilbert Grand Mage.

But if the breath blends to the point of complementarity, it can only be that Russell.

When Gilbert suddenly entered the stage of retreat, Felice heard many people muttering that Russell must have become a mage.

This is not a wild idea. Everyone knows that if you want to control the magic circle of the magic tower, you must become an official mage... and Gilbert has never accepted a student before.

But, how long has that guy been able to use level 1 spells so... standard?

Although he wanted to say that he didn't see anything at first because he was just an apprentice and certainly couldn't see through formal spells, but Felice suppressed the sourness caused by jealousy and admitted that the other party was indeed very talented.

After all, this is illusion.

Ordinary mages, after advanced, would never start learning from illusion... Even if Russell had that thought, he would first learn from prophecy, which is more useful for his future spell learning.

Even if he hadn't officially started learning spells, Felice knew that spells from level 1 to level 3 were really a level.

The prophecy spell is the basis for piercing this ring, especially the arcane sensitivity and identification spells that can determine whether an object has spell energy.

Fortunately, the identification technique can be put aside for a while, and no one who is sensitive to arcane will not learn it.

After all, this world is still quite dangerous.

In other words, Russell has learned at least three spells... How long has Gilbert been in retreat?

Moreover, based on Felice's understanding of Russell, that guy has always liked protection spells, and he has learned how to make a protection circle before... Tsk, the more he thinks about it, the more sad he is, he almost doesn't want to read this letter I believe the vivid flying insects!

After being silent for a few minutes, he got up from the ground and observed the surrounding environment again, after confirming that no one cared about his crazy appearance,
Felice squeezed his fists, and finally lay back on the bench dejectedly, and touched the letter with mental strength: he felt that he could hear Russell's sneer.

Ah!
Do you think that Felice would not be able to figure out why Russell sent him a letter with his magic imprint?
If Felice hadn't been so familiar with Carpenter's breath, he would never have recognized where this letter came from.

In that case, Russell could tell Carpenter directly... don't need to pay too much attention to Felice, who doesn't care about her brother at all!

That kid has always been in a bad mood!
(End of this chapter)