"Oh! This is interesting! Finally, a new student took out his wand, and he should be able to see simple magic attacks~"
Chris looked at the picture projected by the crystal ball in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
Very good, now other wizards can't ask him to retire Wu Jing.
"Sure enough, the dean has a way, hee hee hee."
Chris smiled to himself, his black lace glove resting on his chin.
The little puppet on his shoulder also let out a terrifying "Jie Jie" laughter.
"Master Dean, do you want to make a bet?"
Chris tilted his head to look at Brian.
"Look who will win!"
His voice got excited.
"Okay, I bet the freshman who didn't have the wand wins."
Brian looked at the picture in front of him and said in a light tone.
Chris was slightly taken aback.
He just said it casually, and was not sure that the moody dean of his own college would agree.
However, the other side actually bet on the side with the obvious disadvantage to win.
Chris was a little puzzled.
He carefully looked at the young man named Cyril Lawrence. He was indeed very beautiful and delicate, just a little bit worse than himself.
Could it be that the dean is betting on his face
"Then I'll bet the freshman with the wand to win! If I win, Master Dean, you have to give me a bottle of rare lucky potion; if I lose, I promise to prepare a gift for you !"
No matter what the other party is betting on, get the benefit first.
Chris opened his mouth and said, the small abacus in his heart crackling.
Treasures of lucky potions are priceless, but he knows that the dean must have a collection.
Chris thought of the Dean's laboratory he had been to before, and he was very envious when he saw the cabinets worth thousands of Wu Jing's various precious medicines.
However, he lowered his eyes to look at the pretty little skirt on his body.
Well, it's the smell of Wu Jing that's coming right up.
Those damn Smurf tailors are a real blackmailer!
"Um."
Brian nodded lazily.
He turned the tail ring on his finger slightly, and looked up at Cyril in the crystal ball with a leisurely look.
The ambiguous light swaying above the circular stage cast a beautiful shadow on his fair little face.
The golden light spots jumped on his slender eyelashes, dyeing the small tear mole at the end of his left eye into dazzling gold.
Little Rose's back is thin and straight.
A pair of almond eyes were bright and clear, without the slightest panic, with a certain look on his face.
Brian looked forward to Cyril's next performance with great interest.
After all, he specially changed the cards in Little Rose's hand and created new rules for him.
I really worry about it.
The handsome necromancer thought casually.
When he saw Cyril subconsciously pressing the rose necklace he was wearing around his neck, Brian was stunned for a moment, and a strange sense of satisfaction quickly filled his heart.
He chuckled softly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
Chris was puzzled to find that Lord Dean's mood seemed to suddenly become happy.
what just happened
He looked at the little puppet man on his shoulder, who also shook his head in confusion.
Chris saw a skeleton servant suddenly appear beside the Dean again.
It held a bottle of deep-colored red wine in its hand, and bent over to pour the aged wine into the dean's bottomed goblet, very attentive.
Chris curled his lips, retracted his gaze and continued to look at the picture projected by the crystal ball.
"The wand in the new student's hand is the wand that Schrödinger used to have!"
There was a hint of surprise in Chris' voice.
He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "That wizard apprentice named 'Schrödinger'... I'm impressed."
His voice trembled a little, and at the same time a little annoyed in his heart.
Careless!
The dean must have discovered this first before betting that another freshman would win.
He must have laughed at me just now! hateful!
Chris glanced at the calm dean and sighed in distress.
He thought of the experiments that the apprentice of the wizard named Schrödinger had done before, and his expression became worried.
Paris Greer looked up at Cyril on the circular stage, his face was calm and calm.
He couldn't help recalling the "Late Night Boy Screaming in Fright" incident on the third night when their group arrived at Rose Manor.
Paris Greer, who lived in room "603", which happened to live next door to Cyril, happened to be a witness to that event.
That night, with exhaustion, he scolded inwardly about the rubbish exploration of Rose Manor, while walking up to the stairs on the sixth floor.
Paris had just stepped up the last flight of stairs when he saw the hapless boy rushing straight down like a bullet. The speed was breathtaking, and he was so frightened that he thought the other party was going to rush up to make money and kill him.
Then, he only saw the man pass him like crazy, shouting "Ahhhh" in a dangling voice, while rushing down three steps without looking back.
There was utter horror on his face, and he didn't even see a living being his age.
After Paris wondered for a moment and continued to walk forward, he saw the door of Room "601" where Cyril lived closed with a "click".
It was a very normal door closing action, but it seemed a little weird at this point, especially after the boy just fled in a panic.
Pariston was stunned, it seemed that Cyril Lawrence had just frightened the man into this.
Frightened, he immediately returned to his room.
However, until he went to bed, Paris was speculating in his mind how Cyril had frightened the man like that. After all, the other party had always been very normal on the way from Philadelphia to the capital.
At this moment, Paris Gradler, who was standing around the circular stage, hesitated for a moment, watching fewer and fewer people betting, and finally made up his mind to give it a shot.
He strode over to the big brass box where he was betting and dropped five brass chips in the right slot representing Cyril Lawrence.
Watching the brass chips disappear from the coin slot in an instant, Paris has a faint regret in his heart.
But when he turned around, he saw that the commoner siblings and the two Abrahams had walked behind him in line, ready to place a bet on Cyril Lawrence.
Paris tutted lightly, and subconsciously looked at the center of the stage, which happened to meet Cyril's line of sight.
He looked at the other party's relaxed expression, with a smile on his face, and raised his hand to give them an "OK" gesture, his eyes widened.
This guy… !
Paris looked away awkwardly.
But must win!
5 chips is a full meal of white bread!
If Lawrence doesn't win... I will definitely go to him later to ask for the stake to bet! He promises!
Wait until all the freshmen who want to bet put their chips in.
The puppet referee shouted, "Prepare—"
As its voice just fell, Philip moved.
With his left foot in front and his right foot in the back, his entire body sank, and his right hand clenched his wand in a ready-to-attack posture.
Cyril's heartbeat also accelerated, and his limbs tensed.
"3-2-1! The game begins!"
With an order from the puppet referee, Philip quickly shouted: "Burning fire!"
It's fireball!
At the same time, the wand held in Philip's right hand quickly waved in the air.
Cyril was keenly aware that the other party was using a wand to outline the magic rune of "fireball".
It seems that he guessed right, and Philip also learned simple spells and magical runes from somewhere.
Cyril stared at the wand in Philip's hand, as if facing an enemy.
He was also a little clueless. He wondered how much magic could be increased with the help of the magic wand
At this moment, Cyril, the freshmen standing on the audience, and a group of puppet dealers all heard a loud "biubiu-biubiu-" blasting sound.
Then, everyone was stunned to see the tip of Philip's wand sprayed out colorful colored sequins.
The colorful sequins slowly drifted down in the air, just like the appearance of several huge fireworks after being pulled apart.
Safe and environmentally friendly, lively and festive.
There is nothing wrong with it, except that it doesn't fit in with the intense atmosphere of the game.
Cyrillic:? ?
Philip: ? ?
People who eat melons: ? ?
The puppet referee has no facial features, so you can't see its expression, but its limbs seem to be stiff for a moment.
【Appeared! As expected of Schrödinger's wand! Oh, the damn magic of this wand is so addicting! 】The system tutt tut in admiration.
"Pfft-"
Among the onlookers below the circular stage, some people couldn't help laughing at the colorful sequins flying all over the sky.
The laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon the rustling laughter sounded around the circular stage.
Someone laughed, and out of the corner of the eye suddenly swept to the big brass box next to the puppet dealer, the smile stopped, and gradually disappeared.
Grass! Laugh... laugh a fart!
His chips are Philip.
Philip's face at the moment was as colorful as the colorful sequins all over the floor.
Even the whiskers that took up his entire chin couldn't hide his tired expression at this time.
"The game continues!"
The puppet referee came back to his senses and reminded loudly.
"Raging fire!"
Philip continued to shout.
His voice was twice as loud as before, as if this would give him more courage.
This time, he finally succeeded!
Cyril saw an orange-sized fireball spinning towards his head at an extremely fast speed.
He flicked to the right quickly.
The onlookers who were flying in the direction of the fireball also retreated, for fear that they would be affected.
However, the fireball was not able to successfully fly out of the circular stage.
Everyone saw the fireball slammed into a transparent wall on the edge of the circular stage, and quickly disintegrated and disappeared.
It seems that there are protective measures so that people in the audience will not be affected.
Cyril was thoughtful.
He thought of what the puppet referee had said before, "The wizard of the Black will provide treatment for those whose lives are in serious danger during the game." His eyes flashed slightly.
This time, you don't have to worry about what to do if your opponent is injured.
Cyril is not someone who will wait for the opponent to attack.
He made a feint to pretend that he was going to carry out a physical attack, but in fact he quickly whispered: "Burning fire!".
So a bright fireball the size of a human head flew quickly towards Philip.
The freshmen betting on Philip's win were all stunned, their faces full of disbelief.
This, this, this? !
Why doesn't this man speak martial arts
How can you perform such powerful magic without a wand
Dude, that fireball is bigger than your own head, right
Suddenly someone realized that something was wrong, their hands trembled slightly, and they mourned that their chips had gone or not returned.
"Flowing water all the way!"
Philip pretended to be calm, he waved his wand and shouted.
However, the water curtain he imagined that could block the fireball did not appear.
Only a young bird flew from the tip of his wand.
The little bird flapping its wings charged towards the ball of fire with a trace of courage and invincibility.
Then it successfully transformed itself into a barbecue bird, and dropped to the stage floor with a bang.
The fireball was blocked by the bird for two seconds, and it readily accepted the creature that gave the head. After the bird was cooked, it continued to fly along its original path.
Philip had to panic and dodge.
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Seeing the dark mass lying on the ground that seemed to smell like cooked food, Cyril raised his eyebrows and laughed in a low voice.
He also particularly agreed with the system's words at this time.
This Mr. Schrödinger is a wonderful man!
The damn magic of this wand is so addicting!