Sissel Manor, back hall.
"Warner Sissel, my stupid kid..."
The majestic Astor Sissel said blankly: "If you make a mistake, you must bear the corresponding consequences... Starting today, your family inheritance rights have been officially deprived!"
"I am right!"
Werner with crimson eyes roared unwillingly: "Although the assassination failed, all the clues I arranged point to the Temple of Eternity! The Ministry of Internal Affairs will not track us down..."
"Huh! When does the Ministry of Internal Affairs use clues?"
Astor waved his hand in disappointment, "The matter has been suppressed by the family! As a necessary exchange, the rest of your life... just spend the rest of your life in this house."
Before he could say anything, Astor left without looking back.
"Let me out! Let me out! You will regret it! I swear, everyone will regret it..."
The cold and merciless words made Werner Sissel even more crazy, he seemed to have completely lost his mind, and only the voice of desperate wailing remained.
…
Tower of Babel ninety-nine floors.
"We will give you an explanation..."
Grant said to Victor: "Although we can't directly judge the master who attacked you, he will be punished!"
"This matter will stop here. I promise!"
Victor nodded silently, a feeling of powerlessness in his heart.
"In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we have placed a simple two-way teleportation circle in your residence, and the teleportation point is the teleportation center on the third floor of the Tower of Babel."
Grant warned seriously: "Victor, I hope you can minimize all non-essential outings! If necessary, I will take coercive measures..."
"Yes! But I hope that the large library on the 30th to the 50th floor of the Tower of Babel and the experimental center on the 51st to the 60th floor can be fully opened to me."
Victor did not dislike this order that was not an order, he just took advantage of this opportunity to make a small request.
"Full opening is impossible..."
Grant pondered for a while and said, "It can be partially open to you, this is my limit."
"make a deal!"
…
Time is like water, time is like passing by.
One year later, the 60th floor of the Tower of Babel, the Astronomical Observation Center.
The pale-faced Victor is using the latest model of "astronomical telescope" to gaze at the starry sky. On the experimental platform next to him, an invisible hand manipulates a hard quill to jump happily on the paper. The dense observation data is It was recorded in real time.
"Mr. Victor, you have been working for five consecutive days... Please take care!"
Sixth-ring mage and fifth-level arcanist Quelle Charles said worriedly: "Your Excellency Felton said, if you continue like this, he will cast'Advanced Sleeping Technique' on you..."
"Alright alright!"
Victor reluctantly moved his eyes away from the observing end of the astronomical telescope, and he muttered very uncomfortably: "When did Your Excellency Felton become such a mother-in-law, wouldn't it be you who lied to the military?"
After a year of getting along, Quelle Charles has become accustomed to Victor's alternative expressions. He smiled and replied: "A lie to the military? This sentence is very interesting... But I dare not do it! I said. Yes, they are all the original words of Lord Felton."
"Ahem!"
Victor suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently. He skillfully took out a light green potion from the dimensional space bag around his waist and drank it.
"Mr. Victor?"
Facing Queller’s worried gaze, Victor said nonchalantly, “It’s okay! This is the problem I fell after I forcibly promoted to the Fourth Ring Mage... However, the taste of this'secondary healing potion' is still good. It's much better than bitter tea!"
"Mr. Victor, please leave the astronomical observation center!"
Quelle Charles said in an imperative tone: "If your physical condition is still so bad when you meet next time, don't blame me for applying to Your Excellency Grant-cancel your permission to work in the experimental center!!!"
"Okay! I'll go back to rest..."
Victor quickly sorted his belongings, "Queller, what about today?"
Seeing Victor's pleasing expression, Queller's mouth twitched a few times. He reluctantly said, "This is what happened today! But I don't want to encounter this situation..."
"No, no, then... I'll go back first! See you tomorrow!"
Seeing Victor's hurried back, Queller smiled quietly.
After returning to the residence, Victor fell asleep on the bed, relaxed.
…
Darkness is another suffocating darkness!
Victor could clearly perceive this maddening, desperate tremor.
However, Victor is no longer the ordinary teenager who has just crossed, and he examines the darkness in front of him with an absolutely calm state of mind.
"Dreamland?"
Victor contemplated, "Weird? This is the first time I have dreamed since the journey... Could it be the reason why I was too tired during this period of time?"
As he thought about it, Victor walked around in the invisible darkness.
"If you analyze it from the perspective of astrology, dreams are a kind of potential prophecy. What does the darkness that surrounds me represent... Heavy pressure? Repressed emotions? Unresolved pain? Or confusion about the future. Lost confidence in life?"
Just as Victor was thinking about it, a faint blue blade suddenly flashed out of the darkness and directly pierced his heart.
"Oh? Is this dream so short? It's really boring..."
The darkness receded like a tide, and the familiar environment reappeared in Victor's vision.
"Strange dream? This is too real!"
Victor murmured, and he subconsciously touched his chest, recalling the sharp pain after the sharp blade pierced his heart.
Looking at the clock beside the bed, Victor realized that he had fallen asleep for a whole day and a half.
After washing, Victor stood in front of the coat mirror and tidied up his appearance. The two badges of the four-ring mage and the badge of the fifth-level arcanist worn on his chest glowed brilliantly.
"Ahem..."
Just when Victor was narcissistic, a series of rapid coughs made him bend down.
"Damn it! The side effects of forcibly being promoted to the fourth ring mid-level mage are too great..."
Victor looked at the blood he vomited in his palm, regretting his reckless decision, but he changed his mind again: "If you haven't paid, how can you gain? Since you want to improve your strength in a short period of time, what is a little overdraft? Woolen cloth… "
For some reason, there is always a vague voice in Victor's heart warning and urging him to continuously improve his strength.
During this year, Victor spent 90% of his energy on meditation, mental training, and construction of spell models. If it weren’t for the sequelae of his forced promotion a month ago, it is estimated that Wei Kedo is still in a continuous "self-abuse".
"It's rare to be in the mood, just'go out' to relax..."
Victor wiped the blood from his hands, opened the door and walked out.
…
"The target appears! The'Punishment' operation has entered a ready state!!"