Dominate the world in three weeks?

"Aldret... Your Excellency the Duke."

Martin's throat was dry, and he pronounced the name of the black-haired mage dryly.He couldn't help coughing a few times because his throat was too hard.

"you……"

After Martin uttered a word, he had to stop because of the confusion in his head.

He wanted to ask, why did you appear here?Why did you find it here?He is already a fifth-level mage, why hide his strength?What exactly do you mean by what you just said?Is it sincere to say that you want to compete with the church?

He wanted to ask too many questions, but he couldn't say a word.

"You look terrible. Is it because you've been hurt too badly, or are you still worried that I might do something against you?"

Terrence was still leaning against the window. He could see that Martin was still full of doubts and guard, so he didn't rush over, but asked about the other's physical condition in a gentle tone.

His words cleared Martin's mind a little.The fire mage threw away the messy but meaningless questions about the status quo, and finally picked up the most critical question: "What do you want me to do?"

——That's right, instead of reporting on your behavior, but coming alone, you must be using this excuse to ask yourself to be used by him.

——Black Mage?Life magic?church?Shannen Pyle?

Martin thought of what Terrence mentioned just now, trying to find clues from those keywords.

Even though he acts hotly, he is by no means reckless.Living in an aristocratic family, Martin Mode was always sensitive to intertwined interests and intrigue.Of course, there are times when people think they're smart enough to get caught up in distorting other people's intentions.

Terrence heard the cautiousness in Martin's tone, and couldn't help laughing: "Your statement sounds like I have some kind of trick—but forget it, it's a good thing to be vigilant."

He took two steps forward, and saw that although Martin pursed his lips tightly, he did not make any other movements—it seemed that this guy did not plan to deal with him hypocritically, the problem just now was the reserved submission—because it taught people Handle and had to compromise.

But Terrence didn't want a person's submission. In fact, he had no intention of threatening the other party at all.

Terrence walked up to Martin Mode this time, and he raised his arm under the other's gaze.

The wound cut by the wind blade was hideously exposed in the air, Martin didn't know why, he just swallowed the pain caused by the wound into his mouth.Terrence took out a pen, bit off the cap with his teeth, and drew a small magic circle on Martin's wrist.

The scent of flowers was rushing into Martin's nostrils——Huo Lanxiang, because it was so familiar, Martin recognized it immediately.

After the final outline of the small magic circle was completed, it suddenly emitted green light, illuminating the faces of the two people.Martin felt as if his body was being swept by the water slowly, and even he seemed to be a drop of water and merged into the river of light.He didn't even have time to ask Terrence what he drew, and he was immediately immersed in it.

When he opened his eyes again, the pain on his body seemed to disappear without a trace.Martin looked at his arm in surprise. The few shallow wounds on it had healed, only a wound that was almost bone-deep was still flesh-colored and had no scabs.

Martin opened his eyes wide and touched his whole body to confirm that the wounds on his body had almost disappeared. He looked at Terrence speechless.

"Accomplice." Terrence closed the pen cap and inserted/stuck the pen into his breast pocket, "Do we think we have each other's handle?"

"Your Excellency, what are you—"

Martin hesitated and said that the energy released by the magic circle drawn by the other party was far higher than his own. He looked at the circular pattern on his wrist that had become lighter due to the volatilization of magic power, and it was more complicated than the barely functioning magic circle on the floor. To be more refined.

This all shows that Terrence's research on life magic is very in-depth.

"Everything I told you before is from the bottom of my heart. Who wouldn't want their country to be stronger? We have limited capabilities, at least try our best to seek any possibility. Even if my behavior is selfish, it is because of my The blood is closely related to this country." Terrence said, "You can think about it, Mr. Maud, I will not force you. Think about it with your heart, and I will always wait for your answer."

After Terrence said this, he really didn't mean to stay at all, so Martin turned and left.But when he stepped out of the door, he turned his head and reminded: "Since I can find this place, others will find it. I advise you to clean up the things on the ground. In the beginning, important collaborators were lost.”

"...I'm really confident." Martin watched Terrence's figure disappear behind the door in a daze, and finally couldn't help but whispered.

The ups and downs of the night made him physically and mentally exhausted. If it weren't for the life magic just now, he would have been sitting on the ground by now.Martin scanned the room, and finally summoned a fireball to burn the magic circle on the ground.

In any case, Terrence's reminder is indeed correct.After this night of fright, he really couldn't leave such a troublesome thing here with peace of mind.

Compared to Martin Mode's mental exhaustion, Terrence really walked back to the dormitory with his weak limbs—he almost emptied all the magic power in his body just now in order to cast a spell, even though he was still in front of Martin. He tried his best to maintain his posture, but even his fingers were trembling slightly.

Terrence rubbed his sore neck, opened the door, and saw Lancer inside as expected.

"To be honest, you might as well move here." Terrence joked, throwing herself on the sofa.

"...that's a good idea."

Lancer supported Terrence's body, put him firmly on the back of the sofa, and sighed quietly.He originally wanted to ask Terrence where he went after coming back so late, and also wanted to know why the other party looked so tired.But thinking of Terrence's warning in the afternoon, Lancer had to swallow these questions, and followed Terrence's jokes.

"Oh, don't think about it." Terrence blinked.Obviously he proposed it himself, but when he heard Lancer's answer, he immediately rejected it maliciously.

He yawned and said in an almost whispering voice, "Hold me to take a bath."

"Yes."

Lancer touched Terrence's soft curly hair, and the songbird jumped out from the top of his head and stood on the arm of the sofa.The blond knight then picked up Terrence and walked into the bathroom.

Terrence seemed too tired. Not long after lying in the bathtub with moderate water temperature, he closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep. His soft breathing was almost inaudible amidst the sound of splashing water.Lancer rolled up his sleeves and wiped the little master's body. When he touched the bruises on his waist and abdomen, he couldn't help but relax his strength.

He looked at Terrence's peacefully sleeping face, and finally couldn't help but rubbed the other's hair vigorously with his hands.Terrence didn't wake up from his deep sleep, instead he snorted and rubbed Lancer's palm.

The corners of Lancer's lips curled up slightly, showing a rare smile - Terrence probably only looked so soft and cute when he fell asleep.

Thinking of this, Lancer sighed softly with a smile that hadn't faded.

Although a knight should obey his master's orders, Lancer couldn't help but feel sweet and helpless being suppressed by his master who was seven years younger than him.

He wiped Terrence's body clean and carried him back to the bed, covered him with the quilt, then sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a while, finally lifted the quilt again, and lay down by himself.

——For the sake of my hard work, why did I have to go back to the dormitory through the window in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, Lancer closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Terrence slept through the night.It wasn't until the sunlight woke him up from his dream that he half-closed his eyes and sat up from the bed.He fell into a drowsy sleep yesterday, not even knowing how he got back to bed.

The room was quiet. Terrence had slept for too long, his legs were weak, and when he got off the bed, he tripped over the quilt and fell on the wool carpet.

"Well……"

Terrence blinked, and finally came back to his senses from half-dream and half-awake. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, threw the fallen quilt back on the bed, and walked to the bathroom.The soft eiderdown quilt stirred up a breeze, blowing away the few golden hairs remaining on the bed.

Having no way of knowing what happened last night—of course, nothing actually happened—Terrence, who had breakfast, finalized his itinerary for today.

His game was scheduled for the afternoon, but the rest of the morning was not going to be wasted.After asking the principal about his schedule, he made an appointment for an hour-long visit.

With Martin Mode's affairs half settled, Terrence turned his attention to Ethea.The question that the boy always brought up made Terrence feel puzzled and couldn't feel at ease.If he wanted to know the identity of the other party, only the principal of the college could help him with this task.

Terrence sat on a soft leather chair, and on the table directly opposite him was a document bag and a cup of hot tea.The old headmaster sat opposite him, took a sip of black tea with fresh milk, and then took off his unilateral eye that had to be covered with fog.

"Are you very interested in this kid named Esaiah?" the old headmaster asked.

Terrence raised his eyebrows, but did not reply.

"Oh, don't be like this, Terrence. I don't want to do anything, I just want to praise you for your good eyesight." The headmaster chuckled and patted the file bag, "He's done very well in the written test this time around. Of course, dear Terrence, your grades are also excellent."

"It's not time to announce the results. Isn't it a foul to tell me now, Mr. Principal?" Terrence said with a smile while picking up a beautiful bone china teacup.

"Postponing the announcement of the written test results is only because I want to make this competition more interesting. The way the students are fighting hard in the arena makes even an old man like me feel excited. Among them, you are the most surprising guy."

"Because alchemy itself is very attractive, isn't it?" Terrence was noncommittal.

"Are you still serious with me about this?" The principal shook his head dumbfounded.

"I won't be so naive, Your Excellency the Principal. In fact, you have also seen that alchemy is no longer in a state of stagnant water. Even if it is just a small splash, people can see its changes. Don't you think that the current Has the Mage Association been biased and has fallen into a deadlock?"

Terrence's serious words made the old principal look serious and listened carefully. The other party never refused to accept other people's opinions due to limitations of age, position, and status. This is what Terrence admired the most.He continued: "We have always attached great importance to developing the ability of mages, which originated from the huge war with Abant. In order to send more talents to the front line, mages with strong combat effectiveness bear the brunt. A lot of research had to be stopped due to the transfer. Alchemy experienced a major weakening at this time."

"The worrisome situation has not changed, and Abant is still eyeing it." The old principal said, "Do you know why alchemists are not useful during the war? They need to consume a lot of materials, but the production of finished products is not enough." cannot meet the demands of war."

"Yes, but we can't ignore the advantages of alchemy props. A little magic power is enough to run higher-level spells, which can liberate more combat power. The problem we face is how to reduce consumables and increase the success rate. This is really a problem Isn't it worth studying? As long as the alchemists have the spirit to explore the new world, it's time for them to move their rusty brains. Taking advantage of the church's current situation of check and balance, we still have plenty of time. Research has basically reached saturation, and this bottleneck should be broken through in a different direction."

The old headmaster looked at Terrence with a moved face, and he finally understood the reason why the other party has been in the limelight recently - it was a frenzy.

"It's really the world of you young people now, and my rusty brain is really inferior."

Terrence smiled and said, "You really know how to joke, your support is the powerful driving force behind this change."

The author has something to say: I have something to do tomorrow, please take a day off, and resume the update the day after tomorrow ~ Thank you Zhi Lanfan for the mine, okay!