"Ah, this..." Heidi stopped when she heard Gibran's words, opened her eyes wide, and subconsciously looked at Surades and then at Gibran.
There were indeed two cups of tea in the tray in her hand, because Surades had told her before that a guest would come, but she didn't expect that this guest didn't seem to be a good person.
this…
"You can give me the rest of the tea in your hand, right?" Gibran asked again.
Heidi didn't know what to do.
"Meow!"
A black cat appeared at the door of the study, with green light shining from its eyes. As if it sensed some danger, it arched its body and screamed.
Heidi's body trembled slightly when she heard the cat meowing, she regained her composure, took a deep breath, and calmed down a bit.
"Well..." Heidi looked at Gibran, tried her best to smile, and said, "Sir... since you want tea... okay... actually, the tea is not very good... I am going to change it for you..."
Heidi spoke and slowly approached Gibran. Just when she was about to walk in front of Gibran, Heidi suddenly raised her eyebrows, lifted the tray, and threw the tray, the teacup on the tray, and the hot tea in the teacup at Gibran.
At the same time, he shouted: "You are a bad person!"
"brush!"
The "gunpowder" floating in the air was instantly ignited, and a series of chain reactions occurred between lightning and flint.
First, Surades shouted: "Heidi, no! Run!"
Then there was the black cat hunched over at the door, swooping over like an arrow, aiming at Gibran's body and about to scratch it.
Finally, Surades stood up. His hands that had been hidden under the table had been wearing many shining magic rings for some time, and he firmly grasped a short, yellow and simple staff. .
Suradi aimed at Gibran, the many magic rings on his fingers lit up, and he was about to use his staff to release the most powerful spell to attack!
"Death!" cried Surades.
The "gunpowder" in the air was ignited, burning and spreading rapidly. The air was expanding rapidly, and it was about to explode and reach the final edge.
But at this moment, Gibran took action.
Gibran took action, or rather he didn't take action, because he just flicked his fingers a few times, and everything came to an abrupt end.
The tense atmosphere that rose to the highest peak fell to the bottom in an instant, and then fell into the abyss of terror.
"boom!"
Heidi, who attacked Gibran, flew backwards and fell to the ground, unconscious.
"boom!"
As soon as the black cat that attacked Gibran came into contact with Gibran, it bounced away like an electric shock, let out a miserable cry, and escaped from the study faster than it rushed up.
"boom!"
Suratis, who attacked Gibran, was the weirdest one. He exuded a powerful aura. The magic ring in his hand was extremely bright. The mana fluctuations in his body increased to the extreme. He was about to release the spell successfully. The next moment, it was like a balloon being punctured. With a "pop", all the powerful momentum disappeared. The magic pattern ring dimmed instantly, the mana fluctuations dissipated, and the powerful attack spell was stillborn without being released.
Surades' body shook violently, slumped backwards, and collapsed on his seat. His face turned gray, the wrinkles on his face were deeply sunken, and his eyes became cloudy, like two stars fished out of a mire. glass beads - in a very short time, he seemed to have aged twenty or even thirty years - from a normal old man to a dying old man with only one breath left.
"Snapped!"
Gibran stretched out his hand to catch the tray and teacup thrown away by Heidi. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. He commented with his lips: "Well, it's actually pretty good... but it's a bit not for my taste."
As he spoke, Gibran took a step forward, placed the tray and teacup on a wooden stand nearby, and turned to look at Surades.
At this time, Surades was slumped in his seat and shaking constantly, as if he was enduring great pain. He gritted his teeth and looked at Gibran, and asked aloud: "You... what did you do to me?"
"Actually, I didn't do anything." Gibran said, stepping closer to Surades, "I just cast a small spell, well, a very, very small spell, a zero-level low-level spell that is considered a sleight of hand. "
"How... is it possible?" Suradi didn't believe it at all. His body continued to tremble uncontrollably, and his voice was extremely hoarse. "A trick can... make me do this?"
"This is the fact, and this is the source of my confidence." Gibran said, "I am quite busy and have a lot of things to do, but according to the arrangement, I still have a few minutes free today, which I can use to explain to you:
First of all, the spell cast on you is indeed a zero-level low-level spell, but it is an extremely ancient ancient spell. During the inheritance process, it was lost long ago and is only preserved in our organization. It is a type of life-changing spell, and its name is... withering.
Yes, withering can make plants and trees wither, and it can also make some fragile lives die.
I know what you want to say, it's nothing more than, how can you be considered a fragile life? You are a level two wizard. If you use all your strength, you can level the entire street.
But you have to understand that there is no conflict between strength and vulnerability. Just like being strong, there is no conflict with health.
You are a level two wizard, but after we discovered the existence of your organization, we got to know you and all of you specifically. As we learned about it, we discovered that after the demise of the Black Spirit Empire, you inherited some very special spells. In addition to the more common energy evocation spells, there are also a small number of life-changing spells.
As a result of these few changing life-breathing spells, the members of your council have taken a very biased path in promoting to the wizard level - it doesn't matter if they have bad talents or insufficient accumulation. They can forcibly transform their bodies by overdrawing, burning their lives, and using special potions. , thereby increasing the mental intensity to a corresponding level, allowing the source of law to be reshaped and perfectly accommodated by the body, etc.
In this way, after promotion, your bodies will be very fragile, more fragile than babies, but you will naturally have methods to slowly repair it with the transformation life-like spells you have inherited, so that you can reach a certain balance over a long period of time. state, return to normal, and extend life through a special sleep, but... everything just looks normal.
You know very well that in this state of balance, it is almost impossible to use extraordinary power for a long time - once it is used for a long time, the balance will be broken, and it will take a long time to adjust before it can be restored.
In my opinion, you are like a candle. In order to achieve higher brightness, you use up the wax in advance, and then reshape it with clay, trying to maintain the last bit of light, and constantly convincing yourself that everything is normal.
It’s funny, it’s just so funny, it’s vulnerable, it’s really vulnerable.
The spells you have inherited have fatal flaws. It was because of this that the Black Spirit Empire did not apply them on a large scale. But you don’t know, or even if you know, you don’t think that anyone has mastered the spell to deal with this shortcoming, so you use it on a large scale.
So now, I only need to use the long-lost trick of 'Wither' to hit you at your critical point and break the balance you are trying to maintain. Your body will collapse, and it will become This is what you look like now. "