The Last Sorcerer [Interstellar]

Looking at the door opened to him in front of him, Arman was taken aback.She was obviously ready to be rejected, but she didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly.

Is this about accepting your own rhythm?

Thinking of this, Arman couldn't help but get excited.He walked in excitedly, and before he could speak, he saw Arthurs and Ivan standing together intimately.

...Are you sure this isn't to show off my loving face?

Arman's face darkened immediately, his obsidian-like eyes contained obscure anger.But immediately, he hid his anger and put on a softer expression. "Fanfan..." He whispered, wanting to argue, but suddenly didn't know what to say.His previous acquaintance with Ivan was too shallow, and he didn't know anything except that the other party was a legendary magician.

... By the way, magician.He suddenly remembered the book that Ivan was thinking about, and the expression on his face suddenly became joyful.

"Fanfan, I have already found the book you want. I wonder if you are free? Let me treat you to dinner and hand over the book to you personally?"

Arthur suddenly laughed, like a spring blossom, he leaned slightly closer to Ivan, and said seductively: "Didn't Afan agree to eat the dishes I cooked with my own hands?"

...When did you agree?

However, thinking that the dish was cooked by Arthurs himself, Ivan couldn't help swallowing, and his tongue became dry.He licked the corner of his lips impatiently, and nodded, "Yes, yes!"

Arthurs smiled and stroked Ivan's head, like teasing a pet, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop twitching, "Good boy, what do you want to eat?"

"Hmm." Ivan tilted his head and thought for a while, as if there was nothing he wanted to eat for a while?

Ivan's expression became distressed. The only thing that can worry him in this world is choosing what to eat!The world of foodies is such a mourning disease.

"Yes." Ivan had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly had an idea. "I want to eat frog."

"...frog?" Arthurs was taken aback. "Why do you suddenly want to eat this?"

Listening to Arthurs' question, Ivan couldn't help showing a face that needed to be beaten. Thinking of the evil deeds he had done to himself, he couldn't help itching his teeth with hatred. "Because frogs are hateful!"

What a willful answer!Arthurs sighed, and continued to fiddle with Ivan's hair, his lavender eyes were filled with doting. "Then today's ingredient is frog."

Arthurs asked Ivan while placing an order, "How about spicy frog + frog porridge?"

"no problem."

Arman, who was silently ignored for a long time: ...

... So, let him in just to show his love?

Ha ha.

Arman felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle, and while it was beating, bright red blood flowed out, gradually wrapping the warm heart and strengthening it layer by layer until it turned into a red stone.It has both the rosiness of the heart and the coldness of a stone.In the chest, there is a constant icy cold that cannot be warmed by the body temperature, spreading the pain to every part of the body.

Slowly calming down, Arman resisted his irritability and asked softly, "Fanfan, don't you want that book?"

When we met for the first time, I was able to show that expression because of the book.He didn't believe that Ivan could casually abandon that book and refuse his request.

As it turned out, Arman was just too naive.From time to time, Ivan thought his roots were in the Magic Continent, but now he realizes that his home is here.For him now, the Magic Continent is just a beautiful scenery passing by in his life.It doesn't matter whether you can go back or not.

After all, there, he has already reached the top of the world, and he has no other pursuits other than studying magic hard.This is not the case here. The truth hidden in the interstellar era without magicians is attracting his curiosity more and more.

How could there be a lack of magicians even with such heaven-defying things as water beads?What is hidden behind all this unusualness?

"That book, give it to me next time!" In the face of Delicacy and the book, Ivan chose Delicacy without hesitation.

Arman suppressed his dark emotions, "Maybe you won't be free next time?"

Ivan shrugged and said indifferently: "Then forget it!"

Having said that, I still care about the contents of the book!Maybe there was a clue to what he wanted to know.

"It's okay, I'll find time for you next time." Alman quietly moved his clenched hands behind his back.

"That's fine! I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Well. I still have something to do, let's take a step first." Arman felt the tyranny in his body almost bursting out.The clenched fist, the arm is deformed due to excessive force, if you open his sleeves, you can see the bulging veins and tight muscles.

After staying, Arman didn't know what crazy things he would do.He can't be exposed, at least not yet.

Before Ivan could answer, Alman quickly left Ivan's dormitory and flashed into his own dormitory at a very fast speed.

Without the presence of outsiders, Arman could no longer restrain the tyrannical and dark aura raging in his body, and vented his punches and kicks.The terrifying destructive power quickly made the room messy.

…I don’t know how long I’ve vented, but when my sanity came back, the whole room was in a mess, and there wasn’t a single intact thing left.

All the accessories and furniture turned into dross, being drawn by his tyrannical breath and flying around him.Coupled with his distorted face with scars, and that brutal aura, the whole person is like a demon awakened from the Nine Netherworld.

It seems that he will never stop until he destroys the whole world.

"Arthurs...you asked for it." These words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, gloomy, cold and without any warmth.

"This time, I will never let you take advantage of it again."

Arman's silver hair was infiltrated by black ink at some point. The messy black hair covered his black pupils and cast a large shadow on his face. Combined with the dim light in the dormitory, people couldn't see his obscure emotions clearly.

After standing there for a long time, Alman finally calmed down, and he quickly dialed a number.

"My lord, what are your orders?" Sen Leng's terrifying devil-like voice sounded from the other side of the intercom.

"Execute Plan A."

"Yes, my lord."