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In Pernas' bedroom.

Homit's voice pierced Pernas' mind like a cold needle in the snow.

She was now lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, trying not to expose any part of her body, hoping to block out the sound that disgusted her so much.

But she heard it anyway.

The next moment she threw back the quilt, picked up a pillow and started smashing it around the room to vent her anger.

She swept everything on the dressing table to the floor with a clanging noise.

After smashing for a while, perhaps because she was tired, she slid down and sat on the ground against the bed.

The memory that still caused her pain was playing uncontrollably in her mind.

In the lively dance party, the girl, who was only seven years old, was wearing her favorite dress and looking for her mother in the party.

A man found her and asked her gently what her problem was.

"I'm looking for my mother," she said.

The man immediately took her hand and wanted to help her find it.

But she was brought to a dark room and she felt scared.

The next scene was extremely disgusting to her. The man took off his clothes and tried to tear them off.

Fortunately, the screams attracted her servants, and more people rushed into the room to rescue her.

If it were any later, it would be like stepping into hell for her.

This is the real shadow, and that man, Homit, is a hundred times more terrifying than the devil.

At this moment, Pernas hugged her knees and was about to bury her head and cry for a while.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a large wooden sculpture with a head that had fallen to the ground.

The wood sculpture had an exaggerated head-to-body ratio. It was wearing an aristocratic skirt, with its hands on its hips and its head slightly tilted back, looking as if it was looking down on everyone, yet it looked extremely adorable.

Somehow, seeing this wood carving made Pernas feel better.

At the same time, she thought of the civilian who had always dared to be rude to her. That guy always seemed to care about nothing, as if everything was under his control.

If only I had the same state of mind as him... she couldn't help but think so.

……

Demonic Valley.

After a whole morning of painstaking study, Glenn finally completed the first two assignments.

From this he also gained a deeper understanding of magic.

How to use one's own intervention in magic power, and thus complete the magic one wants to cast with the help of chanting and hand gestures, these are what I have gained this morning.

However, theory is one thing and practice is another. It still requires constant practice to become proficient.

When he was in the room, he had tried to perform a small magic to control objects, but at that time he could only make a book float.

This is much easier to do with the magic wand given by Meiko.

After resting at the desk for a while, Glenn felt hungry, so he went out to ask Lucas when he could eat.

"It's still early for the next meal, but I remember that people outside usually have their second meal at this time. I'll take you to the kitchen and get some bread."

Lucas stopped what he was doing and led Glenn out of the lab.

"Don't you guys have lunch?" Glenn asked curiously as they walked.

Lucas shook his head. "We always have one meal in the morning and the second meal at around four or five in the afternoon. The teacher does the same and I never thought there was anything wrong with it."

Are they working day and night? These crazy researchers...Glenn understood it in his own way, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After eating until he was about 60% full in the kitchen, he told Lucas that he was going out to finish his homework. The other party seemed to have known it for a long time and just nodded.

Glenn left the magic house, looked at the vast scenery outside, and recalled the content of the homework assigned by Doof.

The other party asked Glenn to use his own perception of magic to find a plant called withered grass that grew in the Demon Valley.

This plant possesses extremely pure power of withering, so as long as we sense the so-called element of withering, we can find it in theory.

This is a big test for Glenn now.

After all, his sensitivity to magic is not too high now.

After leaving the protective formation outside the magic house, Glenn began to search attentively.

What he didn't know was that a tree that had been hiding outside had already been eyeing him.

"Tell me, what should we do? This guy seems to be Daoof's apprentice as well. Should we take action?"

A shrill voice whispered in the tree trunk.

The entire tree is protected by a barrier, so there is no need to worry about any sound leaking out, but the person asking the question is still very careful.

"When this guy first came, I suspected that he had some kind of relationship with Daoof. Now it seems that he is practicing his perception of magic."

Another deep voice sounded.

"Should we stabilize it a little bit? After all, we have been lurking for nearly a month."

This time it was an unpleasant female voice.

"This opportunity is rare. When Daoof went out, the apprentices didn't leave the formation outside the magic house at all. It's impossible to catch them. If we miss this opportunity, we don't know how long we will have to wait!"

The shrill voice said impatiently.

"You're right. Daoof will never think that we will hide outside his house. We must let him know the consequences of offending us!"

The three of them made up their minds, and then a magical scene appeared. A big tree with lush branches and leaves suddenly sprouted roots and followed Glenn from a distance like an octopus.

Glenn, who was in the distance, was still scratching his head, frowning as he looked for his target.

There are countless elements in the air, and it is very difficult to find the so-called withered element.

Fortunately, none of the monsters came to disturb him. This might be because of the aura of the magic house. Even if he got close to the monsters, they would consciously avoid him.

At a certain moment, he seemed to feel several gazes on him, so he turned around to look.

Everything is normal except for the plants, shrubs and trees.

Maybe it was a bird or an animal? ... He didn't take it seriously and continued to search aimlessly.

But that very faint gaze appeared again.

Glenn turned around suddenly and everything was normal.

He looked at the woods behind him with suspicion, and after a while he slowly turned back.

However, halfway through, he suddenly turned back and made a feint.

Still everything is normal.

He hissed, scratching his head and turning back.

And from the trunk of a certain tree, Chen Hou's voice cursed: "Damn it! Damn it! I almost sprained my waist! It hurts so much!"

"Alright! As a fourth-level dark magician, you can't be unable to use even the simplest healing magic, right?!"

The unpleasant female voice cursed.

"You weren't the one who was in pain just now! If you have the guts, try it down there! I'm a magician! Not a strongman!"

"Stop making noise! ​​The person is missing!" suddenly the shrill voice said.

All three voices were silent, and then the shrill voice sounded again: "He's behind! Turn your view!"

At this time, Glenn was stroking his chin and looking at the seemingly normal tree, wondering what he was thinking.

Just now he recalled the scene of looking back twice and found that the position of a tree had changed slightly, so he quickly moved over to check.