I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

"My clone really faced Yubel." As an examiner, Jian Ze had a way to detect the situation in the maze.

"I already knew the outcome." Jian Ze thought to himself.

[My scalp tightened, hahaha. ]

[She actually knew. ]

"I'm afraid it will be one-sided."

Jian Ze has seen the result.

Following Jian Ze's prediction.

The screen switched.

An abandoned circular square of ruins.

"That was the second-level magician selection test two years ago." Following Jian Ze's voice, the square can be seen.

Jian Ze was wearing the blue robe of the Magic Association, standing next to the other man wearing round glasses.

In the middle of the square, stood a man in a blue robe.

"The examiner for the second round of the test is Borg, a first-level magician."

The man in a blue robe had golden hair and bangs covering his eyes.

"He specializes in defense."

"After becoming a first-level magician, he has never been injured."

"The "Unshakable Coat", the coat he made with magic, has a defensive spell that can block all attacking magic."

As Jian Ze recalled.

In the picture, Borg exudes magic.

"The content of the second round of tests is very simple."

Borg stood in the center of the square. Some candidates who took the test used whip magic and fire, ice cone magic and water control magic to attack Borg.

"The candidates cast magic at Borg wearing this coat."

The candidates changed various magics, but they couldn't shake Borg at all.

"As long as he took a step back, he would pass."

"The rule of "killing will disqualify the test" is also to allow candidates to have a minimum control over attacking magic. "

Following Jian Ze's voice.

In the picture.

Borg stood quietly in the square, enduring all kinds of magic.

When the lightning hit Borg, it stuck to the candidate's hair and reflected to the pillar behind the candidate.

"So as to protect other candidates."

"Next." Borg's low voice determined that this candidate was unable to shake his defense.

The candidate left, and a female magician wearing a black skirt and green hair walked onto the square.

Yubel's eyes were downcast, with a careless smile.

"No one has ever worried about Borg's safety." Jian Ze's voice sounded.

[I seem to understand...]

[Magic that can cut off almost everything.]

Yubel slowly passed by Borg.

'Ka--' sound.

Borg opened his mouth and his figure shook.

'Bang!' He fell to the ground.

Yubel turned his head and looked at him with some surprise, "Ah... cut too much. "

The camera zooms out.

Outside the square, many candidates are a little flustered.

In the central square, the man in the blue cloak falls to the ground, and Borg is covered in blood, even cut in half.

[Ah? Cut?]

[Ah? So strong?]

[Save him.]

[No matter how strong the defense is, it is still a piece of clothing in Yubel's eyes.]

[I can't see defense = no defense.]

[...It turned out that she killed him by mistake (maybe her original intention was to kill?)]

[This man is unlucky because it is made into clothes. If he was made into armor, he might have blocked it.]

Jian Ze and the man with glasses looked at Yubel's indifferent reaction from the sidelines.

"But the unknown girl who just became a third-level magician." Jian Ze looked at Yubel on the field.

"But she killed him easily. "

Yubel waved his staff and pointed it at the ground.

Turning his head to look in the direction of Jian Ze.

Magic Association, in the office.

Yubel looked at Jian Ze sitting on the desk behind the huge window.

"You are going to cancel your qualification for the exam." Yubel said nonchalantly, "I just know it."

"Can I leave?"

Jian Ze sat behind the desk and looked at Yubel and said, "I'll just ask you a question."

"Please ask." Yubel put his hands on his hips and looked at the corner nonchalantly.

"How did you break the "unshakable coat"?" Jian Ze asked bluntly.

Yubel's eyes moved back and looked at Jian Ze and suddenly smiled.

["The world of magic is a world I'm thinking about."

"Well." Yubel thought for a while and asked, "Miss Jian Ze."

"Have you ever done needlework?"

"No." Jian Ze replied, a little puzzled, "Why ask this?"

"After all, you look like you have a good family background. "Yubel said jokingly in a nonchalant tone.

Looking at the side of the office, on the bookcase next to Jian Ze's desk, there were many porcelain bottles and magic crystals.

"Or." Yubel turned around and looked at the things on the table, "These areDid you make it with magic? "

"But." Yubel said casually, "I'm clumsy, so I haven't done it."

Yubel walked over and picked up a pair of scissors on the table.

Jian Ze watched her open the scissors with a "swish", and the scissors closed, and Yubel's smile was reflected on the metal blade.

The scene switched.

"But I often watch my sister do needlework."

Yubel was still young, in her sister's arms, watching her sister holding the scissors in her hand, cutting the cloth up and down.

Yubel fiddled with the scissors in her hand, and opened the scissors, "When cutting the cloth."

"The scissors will be placed like this." Yubel wore black gloves, held the scissors in her hand and stood on the table, swiping forward to indicate.

"Cut it open with a swish."

The metal blades of the scissors slid across the wooden table and stopped in front of Jian Ze.

Yubel had a pleasant smile on her face, "The sound is particularly pleasant. "

Jian Ze looked at Yubel and paused for a moment.

Yubel picked up the scissors in his hand and looked at them. "I used to like that sound very much."

"I don't understand what you mean." Jian Ze said.

Yubel fiddled with the scissors in his hand, making a 'click, click' sound.

"It's just a matter of imagination." Yubel had not received orthodox magic education.

This is the only explanation.

"Cloth is something that can be cut."

The scissors made a 'click, click' sound in Yubel's hand.

"It's natural to be able to cut it." The smile on Yubel's face deepened.

[This is the original magic.]

['The power of my thinking'.]

"This guy is crazy." Jian Ze tilted his head and looked to the side, thinking to himself.

"Indeed." Jian Ze looked at the feather ink pen beside him, "Anyone can imagine the scene of cutting cloth."

"Even a fool can do it. "

Jian Ze looked at Yubel, "But the world of magic is not that simple."

"A picture that cannot be perfectly imagined cannot be realized with magic."

"Just like it is impossible to imagine an ant crushing a dragon to death."