Ernest shot straight up like a sharp arrow. The restraint that Saul laid down only flickered for a moment and then completely dissipated. Now that Ernest had used all his fighting energy, the restraint that Saul laid down casually could not affect Ou Ernest at all. Nestor makes no impact.
"Who!" A voice sounded in the darkness.
"Little guy, are you okay?" Ernest breathed a sigh of relief when he heard An Fei's voice. They went to track down the magician who released the fire dragon. Unexpectedly, the magician got into the sewer. Neither Thor nor Ernest were willing to get into the dirty sewer, so they had to let the magician go, but... At this time, Thor sensed a strong wave of fighting energy coming from the restriction. The two of them were shocked and hurried back.
In fact, Thor had already rushed back to the Rose House Hotel. As a great magician of the space system, his speed of action was far faster than that of any strong man of the same level. He used his mental power to sense that An Fei still had The breath of life, and at the same time sensed a magister-level person fleeing into the distance from the Rose House Hotel. That was Layton. Saul didn't have time to visit Anfei. Anyway, Ernest was about to arrive. Anfei Nothing would happen, and today's incident must be investigated and come to light no matter what, so Thor left the Rose House Hotel to track down Layton.
"Is it Uncle Ernest? I'm fine." After saying that, An Fei used the fireball technique and lit the candle.
Ernest's attention focused on Mott's body, which had been transformed by An Fei. There were marks left by small fireballs all over his body. His clothes were almost burned away, and his face was completely black. There wasn't much hair left, but it couldn't cover up the wound on Mott's throat. It was because An Fei's method was too cruel. The wound that should have been only two fingers wide was turned into almost the size of a fist by An Fei. The bloodshot muscles were completely rolled over, looking terrifying.
"Did you do this?" Ernest asked in surprise. He saw the logo on Mott's collar. The junior swordsman only has one small sword, the intermediate swordsman has two swords, and the high-level swordsman has two swords. There is a shield printed on the crossed swords, and Mott's logo is the logo of a high-level swordsman.
"Yes." An Fei nodded with lingering fear: "Uncle Ernest, he is very powerful! I couldn't defeat him with small fireballs. In the end, I had no choice but to concentrate the small fireballs to attack his face and take advantage of the opportunity. Stab him in the throat with my magic wand."
"Huh?" Ernest was a little skeptical. An Fei was just a magic apprentice, and he could release small fireballs with the lowest power. This kind of low-level magic could hardly pose a threat to a high-level swordsman. There must be something hidden in it! However, An Fei shouldn't deceive himself. What is going on
"An Fei, what did you do at that time..." Before Ernest could finish his words, he saw Sol's figure drifting in from the window. Ernest raised his eyebrows: "No one was caught?"
"No." Thor's face looked very bad. As a great magician, he actually watched his enemy slip away from his eyes twice in a row. This was simply an insult to him!
"How can it be?"
"He is a magician of the undead."
Ernest's eyes burst out with a cold light, and his expression became serious: "Is it the Magister?"
"Yes, I couldn't find his location in the fog of death. When I blew away the fog of death, he had disappeared."
"When did the undead mages become so bold? Do they dare to walk around so arrogantly? There will be chaos..." Ernest sighed.
"An Fei, are you okay?" Sol repeated his greeting: "Did you kill this person?"
"I'm fine." An Fei smiled bitterly in his heart. If he wanted to ask, two people should ask together: "Teacher, he is very powerful..."
Sol and Ernest looked at each other, and they both found something unreasonable. Ernest said: "An Fei, please tell me the scene again."
"At that time, he kicked open the door and rushed in. I was awakened by him. I jumped out of bed and attacked him with small fireballs. Teacher, he was very powerful, very powerful! My small fireballs couldn't hit him at all. He With a single swipe of the sword, you can knock my little fireball away. In the end, you don’t even need the sword anymore and can catch my little fireball with just your hands." An Fei’s eyes were a little dazed, as if he was recalling the scene at that time. , and there was just the right amount of fear in his eyes.
This is normal! Sol and Ernest looked at each other again: "Then what?"
"Then he suddenly yelled 'Ah' and rushed towards me. I was very scared and tried my best to release the little fireballs. I don't know what happened. He suddenly became clumsy and looked at my little fireball. The fireballs hit him one after another, but I stopped hitting him with the sword. Finally, I attacked his face with a small fireball, stabbed him with my magic wand, and then he fell." An Fei pondered. After a moment, he said smartly: "Teacher, has his fighting spirit been used up?"
"Impossible." Ernest shook his head and looked at the body on the ground carefully. Then he picked it up with his foot and turned the body over. His attention was suddenly drawn to it. It turned out that Mott's waist , there was a serious sword wound, with bones visible deep inside.
"Did you stab this?" Ernest asked.
"No..." An Fei was stunned.
"Who stabbed that?"
"No...I don't know. I have been attacking him head-on. After he fell, I hid in the corner and waited for the teacher and Uncle Ernest to come back. I never moved again. I don't know what happened. !" An Fei murmured, this is his old routine. No matter what kind of secret is hidden, you can explore and judge for yourself. He just gives guidance beforehand, and then waits for the result as if nothing happened. . No matter what kind of person he is, he will always choose the former between trusting himself and trusting others. If An Fei tells the same thing himself, Saul and Ernest will inevitably think about it several times. If they find out by themselves This step will be omitted.
"You are lucky. It seems that a kind person helped you once." Ernest carefully inspected the wound. Although the wound was serious, it was not fatal. This confirmed An Fei's words from the side. If It wasn't that he was attacked and injured, but now An Fei's life or death is uncertain. A magic apprentice cannot be the opponent of a high-level swordsman!
Sol's face became more and more ugly. He was blaming himself. The facts were before his eyes. If this high-level swordsman hadn't been injured, what would An Fei be like now? If things really develop to that point, he will not forgive himself: "Ernest, your character is getting more and more impulsive! This time An Fei is lucky, what about next time? Will he be lucky forever? ! If something like this happens again, you must stay and protect An Fei!" Saul said with complaint.
"I..." Ernest couldn't laugh or cry. He also blamed himself for leaving An Fei alone in a dangerous place, but in fact he was the one who rushed out first. Logically speaking, Saul should have stayed to protect An Fei.
"Teacher, I can take care of myself." An Fei said softly.
Thor sighed softly, this stupid boy didn't know how dangerous it was just now, but who can blame him? He can only blame himself, Saul. It was An Fei who brought him here, and he accepted An Fei as a student. If something happened to An Fei in the Rose House Hotel, it would be like someone giving him a loud slap in the face. !
After much deliberation, it would be a good idea to make some trigger-type small magic arrays for An Fei. But having said that, An Fei is just a magic apprentice, and his understanding of magic is still in the initial stage. What if he accidentally messes up the magic array? The arrangement of elements in it will be even more dangerous! Moreover, he does not have enough materials in hand now to create a magic circle that is stable and free from any interference. He should wait until he returns to the Mao Empire.
"Saul, you stay here for now, I'll take a look elsewhere." Ernest saw that Saul's face was getting worse and worse, and he didn't want to stay here and get into trouble.
Sol nodded and remained silent. He was still thinking about how to properly protect An Fei.
Ernest smiled at An Fei and strode out of the room. A man on the other side was looking out with his head peeping out. When he saw Ernest appearing, he was so frightened that he slammed the door. The guests at the Rose House Hotel had noticed something was wrong one after another and got up one after another. However, Ernest's unabashed fighting spirit was too strong, so strong that even ordinary people could feel extreme uneasiness and fear. People dare to walk out of the room.
Thor set his sights on An Fei's 'magic wand': "An Fei, why did you make the magic wand like this?" Sol had never paid attention to An Fei's magic wand before. This time he listened to An Fei's magic wand. Fei said that he stabbed the opponent down with his magic wand, only to find that the end of An Fei's magic wand was sharply sharpened.
"Teacher, there are a lot of snakes on that desert island. I was almost bitten by them several times. At that time, I couldn't shoot small fireballs, so I had to use a magic wand to deal with them."
"So that's it." Thor nodded, pondered for a long time, and said slowly: "An Fei, tell me, what type of magic are you most interested in? Or... are you determined to be a fire magician? "Saul was not too anxious before, but now he feels the urgency. He must let Anfei choose his future path, and then start systematic training, so that Anfei can have the ability to protect himself earlier, instead of like now. He escaped from danger by relying on luck with negligible odds.
"I...I like space magic." This is An Fei's truth. As an assassin, there are only two problems. One is to find a successful assassination target, and the other is to quickly escape from the scene. If you can master space magic, He can miss a single hit and escape thousands of miles away. Only by living can he have the chance to start all over again. A dead person has nothing.
"Really?" Thor was stunned.
"Really." An Fei nodded solemnly.
"Not bad, not bad..." Sol became happy. An Fei can choose the latter without hesitation between fire magic and space magic, which shows that his influence on An Fei has exceeded that of Yagor, and now An Fei is truly his student.
"Do you know the black ghost?" Ernest appeared at the window and jumped gently to the floor.
"Black Ghost? Is he that despicable killer? I know him!" Thor's eyebrows twitched: "It is said that he once successfully assassinated a great swordsman, right?"
"Yes, this man has a gloomy personality and his whereabouts are strange. He never trusts anyone and has no relatives. He spends his life killing people for money." Ernest said slowly: "I also heard that he later joined a mysterious organization and served that organization.”
"Today's matter is related to the black ghost? Ernest, you are also a great swordsman. Depending on the situation... you have to be careful!"
"You are a great magician, you should be more careful!" Ernest smiled: "But now he can no longer threaten anyone, because... he has been killed!"
"Who can kill him?" Thor asked in surprise: "He should be the most terrifying killer in the Pancontinent. Who else can kill him?"
"It should be... the person who helped An Fei secretly." Ernest's eyes turned to An Fei.
An Fei remained calm on his face, but he was snickering in his heart. What is the most terrifying killer? Real killers are loners and elusive. Didn't Ernest say that the old guy had joined an organization? It seems that this news is correct, but for a killer, no matter what organization he joins, his threat is greatly reduced. No matter how powerful he is, he is just a bureaucrat, a killer who has lost his sense of mystery. It has nothing to do with 'terrible'!