Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Roja, who thought of a key question, asked softly. Lilian's body stiffened upon hearing this, and she shook her head embarrassingly after a long silence.

I knew it!

"Isn't it uncomfortable... annoying?"

"No, not at all!"

Facing Lilian's question, Roja categorically denied it. He felt the girl's body, and even felt unreal like dreaming.

In fact, Roja had this feeling since he knew that Lilian was his blood relative, and now it is even stronger.

Although Lilian's first kiss was only a light peck, it was an unprecedented closeness to this ice beauty. If this news got out, it might drive countless suitors in the Austin Empire crazy.

"Although I have seen the records that blood relatives will have a sense of intimacy, senior sister, is our effect too strong?"

"Hmm...maybe it's because there are differences among blood relatives of different bloodlines."

Recalling the almost greedy feeling in the body, Lilian explained it this way, and Roja nodded deeply after hearing the words.

Indeed, the probability of two bloodlines appearing in one age of the Akat family is really too low. It seems normal to encounter abnormal excitement, but... this is too high!

Roja thought about it and sighed. Other people's thoughts dominate their bodies, but Roja and Lilian's bodies will reverse their thinking under the influence of blood. This situation makes the two people completely helpless, just like an irresistible destiny.

After a long silence, the two breathed more steadily, and Roja immediately remembered an important piece of information.

"By the way, senpai, have you heard of 【King of Spells】 Priest?"

"The King of Spells? No, I haven't heard of it. What era are you from?"

"...is this era."

After hearing Lilian's answer, Roja's complexion sank, and he told the information about him whoring in Shengjie for nothing. As Roja narrated, the girl's face became more and more ugly. When it came to Priest When it was source level 1, both of them fell into silence.

"We're going to avoid him."

After thinking for a while, Lilian stated this policy, and Roja had no objection, and nodded decisively in agreement.

Source level 1, that is the real highest level of combat power of human beings. It is definitely not something to be joked about. Once it becomes an enemy, the winning rate is almost zero.

"Worst case, Priest could be behind the Brotherhood of Redemption, otherwise I can't see why Santos is so comfortable."

"So that's the reason. Is it reasonable to leave the front line for the reason of quelling the turmoil? Is it greedy for life and fear of death? No, no, it won't take long to quell the turmoil, and it won't be long to escape."

Lilian was thinking, but like Roja, she couldn't come to a conclusion due to the lack of information. The air in the car gradually became heavy. After a long time, the black-haired girl gently hugged the boy, staring into his eyes and softly persuading him.

"Although source level 1 is powerful, he may not be able to rush back, and don't we still have the companion of the Twilight Sages?"

"Well, indeed."

Roja nodded upon hearing the words, and then asked questions with some doubts.

"Sister, have you never heard of the Twilight Sages? According to the investigation, they should be the organization that protects the ancient Austin Empire."

"Well, I haven't heard of it once. It's better to say that there is no document on our side that mentions anything. Such a clean record must have been cleaned."

Lilian sighed and frowned slightly. As her blood relative, Roja had no reason and could not deceive her. It seems that the Aqiman clan may have some inside stories that she did not know, but None of this matters now.

"Focus on what's in front of you first."

The black-haired girl said so, Zitong stared at the boy, and said as promised:

"No matter what happens, sister will definitely protect you."

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In the dark hall, Antonio held the crystal amber in his hand and showed it upwards, and said solemnly:

"Master Astrid, this was brought by the wounded soldiers we were sent back. I heard that it was given to them by the envoys of the Holy Jie Society. It seems to be a condensed body of magic power and resin, but it is not really Mantra, look at this..."

Antonio's words echoed in the hall, and the floating black-haired beauty gradually opened her eyes after listening to this somewhat familiar description. Her iridescent pupils looked at the young man's raised hands, and then suddenly contracted uncontrollably.

"This is!"

Estride exclaimed, and the next moment the figure had come to Antonio, took the steel amber and looked at it seriously, and the woman spoke softly after a while.

"...that emissary is a fake, it's ours."

"Huh? Fake?"

Antonio asked back in surprise, the black-haired woman nodded when she heard the words, and said while stroking the amber pendant:

"This is the mark of the Evening Sages at St. Freya College. It is essentially the same thing as your Reverse Cross. It comes from one of the elders of the Sages [Recorder], just to protect it. This marker has been out of use for hundreds of years."

"Hundreds of years? That is to say..."

"Yes, the Sage Society was still strong hundreds of years ago. Those who can get this thing are definitely not traitors, and even the [Recorder] would not easily give this level of markers."

Astrid aimed the steel amber at the light, and gently poured mana into it, and then some shadows that looked like words appeared on the opposite wall.

"Master Astrid, what is this?"

"This is the tree language, I don't know it, but it should be the holder's name or something. This marker called Steel Amber is actually divided into several levels. [Recorder] complete trust."

The black-haired woman said so, recalling the familiar spell power fluctuations before, and the question in her heart was finally answered, but at the same time she frowned a little angrily.

"It's a child of the Arkart family."

"Akat? That's not your teacher..."