Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1803 The sister who can't even have a funeral
"Teacher." Oliva, who was sitting in the Lute aircraft, called softly.

"Did you see it?" Lute gently closed his eyes before sighing slightly.

"Aislin is a person who likes to lie to herself very much, no matter how many people she kills, she will always find a good reason for herself.

Even if the reason is for self-interest, that is the reason. "

Therefore, Aislin, who always felt that her behavior was not wrong, would never show that smile of 'I'm just going to kill people'.

In a world where people are not for themselves and heaven and earth are destroyed, only those who kill others for no reason can be considered evil.

For one's own life and for one's own future, it is a matter of course to directly press competitors to death in the bud.

And Aislin is the one who can persuade her the most in this world... She thinks that every dead soul under her command deserves to die.

This kind of Aislin actually lives quite comfortably every day... The biggest pain is not that she was cheated by the boy recently.

But the little boy who lied to her actually ended up miserable.

Although Oliva always felt that Aislin was a little seriously ill, he really never thought that he could see such a cruel and stern expression on that face.

Before that, he never thought that Aislin would have problems... Even if he guessed that someone in his faction would betray, Oliva never thought that it would be Aislin.

Of course, it would be quite normal for Aislin to inexplicably stab Oliva for some sudden outburst of her feelings, but, backstab Root?

That girl, even in the wildest love, can calm down in front of Root!

Of course, it was only at that moment in front of Root that she turned around and left the magic tower, and she was that crazy woman who was fascinated again.

Root didn't just give up on her in the first place.

However, once or twice is fine, who can bear the relapse after a while?
After discovering that no matter how many times Aislin failed, she was only frustrated at the time, and it would not take long for her to be resurrected with full blood and look for the next cute boy, Root completely ignored her.

Anyway, Aislin's love story only hurts her spiritual sea and soul strength, as well as the lives of other people. As long as her own people don't follow suit, Root doesn't bother to care about it.

However, today's discovery made Oliva quite frightened: Is that Aislin himself?

But, it's impossible!

He had just communicated with Aislin in the Tower of Mist of Night. If she really changed to another person, she would not be able to enter the Mist of Night at all... unless Aislin's existence was replaced, it would be better than the Tower of Dark Misty. Even stronger.

If the Tower of Sia wants to kill the entire Tower of Black Fan, it has to do its best, even with the cooperation of a traitor.

But the guard tower controlled by the Kamante tower cannot control the main magic circle in turn.

Oliva still can't believe that there is something wrong with Aislin herself... How can anyone pretend for so many years!
A spy always has a goal to accomplish!

Aislin knows a lot of secrets... The excuses used by the Tower of Sia to kill the Defense Tower are not as serious as Aislin.

And many magic towers on the mainland, although they have their own tacit understanding in secret, they will never help the waste that has been caught and has been invaded to such a depth.

Aislin, but you know the secret order to open most of the magic circles in the Tower of Black Misty!
If she has a problem... how did the Tower of the Black Misty survive until now?
"Ah... it's getting worse!" Lute glanced at Oliva, who was full of doubts about his life, and his fingers were stirring, "Don't think about it, the old Aislin was fine.

But it doesn't mean that she will be safe in the future. "

"What... mean?" Oliva felt like he was listening to a riddle.

"She is like a puppet with a timer set. Before a certain moment, she was Aislin, a painting drawn by herself over the years. Although the painting is crooked and twisted, but All traces drawn by herself.

However, this piece of paper is actually just a piece of white paper that disappears at regular intervals on top of the original perfect portrait.

No matter how many things you have drawn on this paper, when that moment comes, it can only be wiped out along with that blank paper.

In the end, only the original portrait remained. "

Oliva barely understood, and was shocked: "How is it possible? How can there be such magic in the world?"

"Don't say it's impossible, any kind of spell, only if it hasn't been discovered, doesn't exist." Root instinctively rejected Oliva's stupid words, "You are also a mage, how can you say such stupid things?

No wonder you stagnated when you reached the Eighth Ring Road. "

Oliva patted his mouth in distress: "I was wrong, teacher."

Root glanced at him: "Of course, this is more likely to be the kind of power that is opposed to magic... However, any skills and abilities they use, logically speaking, are also a manifestation of magic.

It's just that, compared to us who need a little bit of communication rules, control rules, and looking for the various meanings of runes in a flash of inspiration, those people can get them directly by relying on their innate abilities.

They may not understand the principles of spells, but they can use them, that is the law's preference for them. "

Oliva couldn't help but blinked.

His mind was running fast, and his eyes were blinking like electricity. It took him a long time to understand what his teacher meant, and then he covered his mouth and looked at his teacher with wide eyes.

"People with small eyes, don't expect others to understand what you're thinking." Root turned his head to the other side helplessly... Oliva's expression really made him unbearable to look directly at, "Don't believe that , Eyes can talk, people who know you can read your eyes and other stupid things.

A line cannot suddenly become a circle. "

Oliva put his hand down angrily: "Teacher, do you know that when you are unhappy, your mouth is particularly poisonous?"

"Ah... let me just say, why do I like Gilbert so much!" Lute clapped his hands, "So that's it!

Alas~ People~ Sure enough, I like students who are similar to me the most. "

He glanced at Oliva's big eyes with energy: that's why you always get scolded.

Oliva didn't even know whether he should show that he understood or not.

Either one seems to be hurting himself.

Fortunately, he could also understand that Mr. Root would use this way of speaking just to tell him that although Aislinn's matter was troublesome, it was not fatal, and he already had a solution.

Of course, Oliva would not be dissatisfied because Root did not tell him the truth... His greatest advantage is that he is never too curious about things he can't do.

The reason why the secret is a secret must be that he shouldn't know it, and it may even hurt his own life if he knows it.

He's not Aislin, he wants to stretch his claws everywhere... Ah!

Oliva suddenly reacted belatedly, and from then on, that Aislin, who had accompanied him for most of his life, completely disappeared.

Now, sitting in that beautiful red flying machine that he personally bought is another person.

After finally realizing the reality, a trace of sadness gradually appeared on his face.

He couldn't even hold a funeral for his former little sister.

(End of this chapter)