Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

After Aecilia woke up, she stayed in the Ramirez family's infirmary for several days. During this period, she used to watch the people in white coats coming and going and get headaches from the data on the instruments around her.

Of course she understands why she fell, and believes that Ernest knows better than she does, but unfortunately, he has not come to see her once in the past few days, not even Lucius, and she also knows the reason——

At this point, Ernest was no longer too lazy to make up excuses to deal with her, and he didn't even have to do superficial things. Lucius's resentment about being forced to practice fire magic in seclusion could already flow through the Intelligent Network screen. In front of her - although the previous incident made the relationship between them very awkward, after training together for such a long time, the few of them were able to maintain a superficial peace.

It was almost the midterm exam, and at the end of the semester was the college mock exchange competition. As far as she knew, Lucius had only gone two-thirds of the way to perfect control of his blood magic.

If he fails to successfully compete for this reason in the end, he will definitely occupy a place on the family's pillar of shame.

She spent half the time here falling asleep, and spent the rest of the time playing games and browsing forums. As for reading and writing test questions? Now? Spare her, she's going crazy.

Aecilia expressionlessly pressed the "Refuse to Surrender" button on the screen. However, things did not go as expected. The final vote was four to one, and the game over interface popped up.

She put down the Zhiwang, hugged her knees, and sighed sadly.

I think back then...she was also the one who defeated her five times in a row.

Of course, this year has to be pushed back to before the age of eight.

If someone asked her when the line dividing your life came, her answer would be "eight years old."

Eight years old is a gap that she can never cross. Before she was eight years old, she could never imagine her life after eight years old. After eight years old, she could never go back to the past before she was eight years old.

She thought that her life was like a clumsy play. A poor playwright took a kitchen knife and roughly split her experience into two completely different halves. This was considered a twist in the script.

The concept was not sophisticated at all, and neither the audience nor the actors liked it.

"Do you plan to save your ultimate move for the New Year?"

A message popped up on the in-game chat page, and Aecilia immediately took back her sadness caused by her ten-game losing streak and replied with a message:

"Save your head and blow it up for celebration."

The word "grave mound" is blocked and must be written in pinyin.

Including her, the person who sent the message had already ridiculed the five enemies on the opposite side and several of his own teammates in a weird way.

The next message was a string of "I *your**", and soon the administrator issued an intra-office ban notice.

Several teammates who had already reached the limit of their endurance returned the anger towards the man from below.

Looking at the data, it is no surprise that this game will still contribute to her losing streak.

Unfortunately, before she could wait for the results to come out, the smart network screen went black. When she turned around, she saw that the doctor had cut off her network.

As a "patient", your daily online time is limited.

She calmly pressed Zhiwang back onto her wrist, folded her hands in front of her, and stared at the white wall peacefully.

No matter how angry she is, her teammates won't be angry at her.

*

Ernest, who was very reliable, had naturally asked for leave from the academy on her behalf. After her body recovered, she worked nonstop, and she took a few more days off to stay here to train.

Of course, the training room of the Ramirez family does not have the same black teaching staff as the training room in the academy. The staff in Ernest's hand was not replaced with the dark blue one he usually used. Instead, he found another one. An ordinary wooden staff.

The higher-level staff's ability to increase magic damage should not be underestimated. Perhaps in his opinion, they could not withstand the tossing of him using a high-level staff - in short, there is no way to kill a chicken with a bull's-eye.

Crouching in the corner of the training room, Aecilia grabbed her staff and yawned again.

Not long after, Lucius was lying on the floor in front of her, grinning after being beaten by his brother.

Aecilia glanced at him and yawned again, not forgetting to raise her hand to cover her mouth.

Then, Lucius took the initiative to look at Ernest for a while, and his brother finally spoke:

"It's a little better than last time."

"How much is one point?"

"..."

Ernest fell silent.

Aecilia let out an undisguised sneer.

Lucius glared at her and looked at Angelia.

Angelia ignored him and squatted in another corner to bandage her wounds.

Lucius rolled over on the ground, facing away from everyone.

After the training, Ernest asked her to come with him.

The passage leading to the underground was dark, and the wall lamps lit on both sides were shadowy. Aecilia was thinking about what bad things he was going to do to her again.

First of all, exclude the item "taking her to the dungeon". After all, apart from exposing his background and setting a trap for him recently, she hasn't done anything bad to him - to be precise, she is very good at keeping her secrets secret. confidence.

Then things become much simpler. Anyway, no matter what happened, she thought she could face it calmly.

Including seeing the arrogant forbidden magic laboratory in front of her, she didn't even feel much disturbance in her heart.

She just looked at the cabinet beside her where various biological organs were neatly arranged - these organs were suspiciously shaped as if they were taken from her poor compatriots - then looked at Ernest, who looked calm, and then She followed him calmly into the room behind a door, and then heard the door click and lock.

This time she didn't even bother to look back.

She stared at the large crucible in the corner of the room with curiosity. Several researchers in the room greeted Ernest respectively. One of them clicked the stopwatch shortly after, and the other person next to him said hello. He took out the weighed Dragon Beard Fairy from the medicine cabinet and sprinkled it into the crucible.

Aecilia found an empty armchair and sat down, supporting her chin with one hand as she watched the famous herb float into the crucible in the form of powder.

"Reversible medicinal materials can be taken alone to aid sleep. By controlling the amount of medicine, you can control the time it takes to fall asleep after taking it. After the total medicine dosage reaches a certain value, you can achieve a directional hypnotic effect by taking several compound magic medicines... It can not only ensure that the controlled object follows the controller's instructions Act according to the instructions, and it can 100% retain the thinking logic and action ability of the controlled person. After the controller gives the instruction, there is no need to perform additional work, and the controlled person can think independently to complete the instruction. "

A description of medicinal materials spontaneously sounded in her mind.

She tried to identify the types of other herbs that were lumped together in the cauldron.

Different auxiliary medicinal materials are added, and the final medicinal effect will be different.

She also didn't forget to stare at the few medicinal materials the researchers threw into the crucible.

A man in a white coat walked towards her, holding a blood-drawing instrument in his hand.

She glanced to the side and accidentally met a pair of cold amber eyes.