Dominate the world in three weeks?

The surrounding commotion was forgotten by Lanser. He hugged Terrence to avoid the noble students who wanted to ask about the situation and expressed their concern, and left the competition venue and walked towards the dormitory building.The hypocrisy of this group of little nobles made his face gloomy - anyway, they gathered here just to watch a good show, so let those hypocritical and false opinions go!

"You hurt me, Lancer." Terrence patted the blond knight's strong chest.

"...I'm sorry." Lancer frowned and adjusted the position of his arms. "I just hate seeing the faces of those people just now."

"Oh, is this your belated naivety? We all know that people sometimes just need to pretend to be a gentle and kind person." Terrence wanted to shrug his shoulders, but he was distracted. wounded and had to give up. "I'm also hypocritical, Lancer, do you want to hate me?"

"Why do you always speak cold water to me when I care about you?"

"Okay, then I'll sleep first." Terrence raised his eyebrows and immediately closed his eyes.

Lancer shook his head dumbfounded, and said in a low voice, "Maybe you think you are that kind of person, but I don't think so. Not at all."

— who knows?

Terrence pressed against the blond knight's chest, showing a smile amidst the powerful heartbeat.

On the arena that was abandoned by two people, people are still talking about the game just now.Angus' eyes fell on the direction Lanser left, and his eyes were dark green. It was not until his roommates crowded around him that he pulled his thoughts back from nowhere.

"Are you okay, Angus?" The little man with freckles held Angus's hands worriedly, his eyes were full of pity, and he almost released a spell of light to set off the compassionate face. face—of course, he couldn't help it.

"Of course I'm fine, Jack. You should know my abilities. These wounds are minor injuries." Angus said softly, "But brother Terrence seems to be seriously injured. It's all because I was too careless to let him So badly injured."

"What are you talking about, Angus. How can you be blamed for this? It's because your levels are too different, and you don't want to, do you?" Jack shook his head quickly.

"Thank you for your reassurance, Jack, but I think I'll have to apologize later."

"It should be 'visiting a sick person'." Esaiah, who was standing at the end, finally couldn't help but said.He was a little worried about Terrence's injury, so he came over to take a look, but he couldn't catch up. Now that he heard Angus' hint, he couldn't help frowning tightly.

But because half of Esaiah's face was covered by bangs, Angus didn't realize the disgust he showed—who would have thought that this introverted and gloomy teenager would meet Terrence?He was just a little surprised that the other party seldom took the initiative to speak, so he showed his usual gentle smile.

But Angus thought of something immediately, and he asked: "Esaiah, you often go to and from the library, and you must have more knowledge than me. Have you ever seen the magic circle painted on your body?"

"Painted on the body?" Jack opened his eyes wide and couldn't help interjecting, "How could there be such a thing?"

"no--"

"Have you seen it somewhere?" Esaiah asked in a low voice.

Angus pursed his lips. He suddenly realized that this matter was not simple—ordinary people knew that it was impossible, so what was it about Terrence?

Angus lowered his eyes. He felt that this matter was not suitable for discussion with other people.If that really belonged to Terrence's secret, then Angus believed that he should find out by himself and hold it in his own hands.

"It's nothing, I just thought of it suddenly." The blond boy finally put it off like this.

On the other side of them, separated from the bustling crowd, Xavier was arguing with Elviga in a low voice.

Xavier stared at his friend angrily: "Just now! Just now, I'm going to let someone expose him! El Vega! So many people will see this drama clearly, but you stopped me! "

Elvega smiled at the passers-by, and took Xavier to a place where there were few people: "Oh, my God, why can't you calm down for even a minute?"

"What did you say?"

"Use your brains, my dear Xavier, not your emotions. Are you sure that Aldrett really has what you think he has? No, that's just your speculation. And speculation without evidence can't hurt the child, it does It might put you at a disadvantage."

"You mean I'm not thoughtful enough? I'm careless?!"

"That's right." Elviga said without hesitation, "Just like many things you have done before."

Xavier Pacino frowned, but said nothing.This made Elviga relieved: "Don't worry, Xavier. If we don't have evidence, why don't we create evidence ourselves? Tomorrow is the final ranking of the qualifying round, when the whole school will be concentrated In the auditorium, that's the best stage."

"It seems that you are ready again."

"Of course." Elviga blinked, "The higher-ups only need to come up with ideas, and I will perfect and implement them. Isn't this the way the monarch and his subjects should be?"

"You are my friend, Elvega."

"The two don't conflict." Elviga said with a smile.

As he took Xavier away from here, he looked back at the ring. There had been a new competitor on it, but Elvega still seemed to be able to see Terrence.

Compared with the friends beside him, the little duke was obviously a calmer and more cautious person.

He deliberately arranged such a match. If Terrence wins, he can use the excuse of cheating to prove that the opponent also took advantage of the loopholes in the use of alchemy props. If he loses, he can also use this to weaken the opponent's momentum. Create a good environment to shift the blurred focus of the topic for tomorrow's sudden attack.

But Terrence obviously dedicated an impeccable and wonderful game, and he lost so beautifully and gloriously that Elvega's plans fell through.

But public opinion itself has the characteristics of three people becoming tigers and others saying what they say, and civilians are a group of guys who are easily controlled by lies. It is not difficult to reverse the situation.Not to mention that the attention-grabbing game has another side effect—when people are all focused on the same thing, that huge blind spot can do too much.

Lancer carried Terrence back to the dormitory building, and the hall where people usually sat together and chatted was now empty—of course, they had already spent the time of empty chatting on gossip.

Lancer thought unchanged.

He hurried up the stairs and bumped into a boy coming down the corner at the corner.

"Oh, damn it!"

The blond knight couldn't help but let out a low curse. The boy didn't even lift his head, and stepped down the stairs like a frightened rabbit. That was really a rare agility for mages.

Terrence opened his eyes in a daze, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I collided with the people going downstairs." Lancer looked at Terrence's pale face, "Are you okay? We'll be in the room soon."

"I'm just a little anemic, so you don't have to be so careful after sleeping."

Terrence grunted, Lancer sighed at his stubbornness, walked quickly into the dormitory, and put him on the bed.

"I'm going to find some medicine."

Lancer said softly while covering Terrence with the quilt.

Terrence nodded, the temperature in the room made his cold limbs gradually warm up, and the pain of the wound recovered along with the body temperature.He gritted his teeth, and didn't have the strength to say a word—well, the injury felt serious.But Terrence, who had already uttered big words in front of Lancer, couldn't bear to moan/groan.

Oh, life magic, Terrence thought drowsily, if he still had enough magic power now, at least he wouldn't have to suffer like this.

Lancer quickly came back with several medicine bottles.

"Thanks to Adam, he has prepared a lot for you." Lanser lit up the fire in the fireplace and stripped off Terrence's clothes.

"Hiss—of course, he'd love to send me everything I might need." The scraping of the cloth across the wound made Terrence gasp, forcing him to say something else. attention.

"You have to endure it again...I think it must be very painful." Lancer frowned and looked at the wound on Terrence's left chest. He seemed to be the one who was injured, and the hand holding the medicine bottle trembling.

Terrence couldn't stand him like this, and said, "Come on, be a man, Lancer. I haven't reacted yet, but you look like you're going to pass out. If the medicine really hurts, you'll be fine if you wait a while." Where to go, who told us to feel connected."

Lancer corrected him seriously: "Empathy is only at the moment of injury, Terrence. No matter how much you hurt later, I won't feel it."

"If you want to comfort me, you shouldn't—"

"But I would rather transfer all your pain to me. Damn it, why isn't this magic circle designed like this?!" Lancer said, staring at the circular lines below the wound.

What he said made Terrence seem to choke on something, he turned his head slightly to look at his hair, and turned back after two or three seconds with a blank expression: "Why do I have to tell you so much before taking the medicine?" words? This is really stupid, you better hurry up!"

The externally applied potion was really painful, and Terrence broke out in a cold sweat, but when he saw Lancer pursing his lips and looking uncomfortable, the feeling of being bitten on the wound seemed to have weakened a bit.He began to wonder, maybe the other party really felt what he was feeling now?That face with the crease between the brows looks so...funny.

Anyway, the real pain cleared Terrence's mind a lot.He let out a breath. In order to ignore the increasingly obvious pain, he began to turn his eyes to look around. When his eyes fell on a table not far away, Terrence suddenly looked serious.

"Lance, you said that when you went upstairs just now, you saw someone going down?"

"what happened?"

"Help me open the drawer under that desk."

Lancer walked over in confusion: "There's nothing in it... No, you mean what was originally in the drawer, but now it's been taken away?"

"Manufacturing blueprints and calculation circles for some alchemy props." Terrence didn't look anxious, and he even smiled, "It seems that someone wants to trouble me."