Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

"What? Why didn't the sirens go off this time?"

"The shadow is holding a jammer!"

"Fuck, this NPC is so smart! Who didn't take good care of his stuff? Damn it!!"

Everyone looked panicked in this situation, and then looked at Ernest in unison.

Others were looking at Iris, who had just eaten the chicken legs they had given her as a gift.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ernest stood up and said to Iris calmly:

"yours."

Iris shrugged and watched him lead the way into the safe house.

Others followed suit and swarmed in.

She turned around and looked at the witch lady who had a dazed look on her face.

The other party moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something. Iris spoke first:

"mine."

Miss Witch curled her lips.

Then, under the shocked gazes of the people in the safe house, she stamped her feet unwillingly and stormed away.

Iris turned back to look at the safe house where the countdown had not even started for two minutes, curled her lips, sat back and yawned.

It is easy to feel sleepy after eating.

In the dead silence, Ernest pushed open the door as if nothing had happened and returned to his original place to continue resting.

The others came out slowly and hesitantly. They wanted to see her but didn't dare to look at her for too long. They took a glance and turned back, paused, took another stealth glance, and turned back again.

The people of St. Ferguson knew that she was powerful, but they didn't expect her to be so outrageous. She just stomped her feet and left. So what did the injuries Ernest had suffered before matter?

Earlier, Ernest had taken the initiative to stop and fight with the black shadow because he wanted to test the black shadow's bottom line. After he knew what was going on, he fought with the intention of driving her away. After delaying for a certain period of time, the black shadow would often retreat without being defeated.

She has a competition to attend to and is in a hurry, so she has no time to waste here.

But the two of them had inflicted a lot of damage on each other, and the shadow would occasionally go after Ernest specifically to seek revenge.

This time she also sensed Iris's presence in advance, but she still wanted to take advantage of Ernest's serious injury to get rid of this annoying guy, and by the way, take the people he had been protecting for herself.

But Iris wouldn't let her.

She was so angry that she almost started a fight with her.

But she still adhered to the principle of first come first served, and she held back even when she was angry.

Anyway, there are still many people for her to catch.

She decided that when she won the competition, she would make Iris make snowmen for her every day until her hands could no longer move and she cried and shouted that she couldn't make snowmen anymore. Then she would threaten her viciously:

"If you don't keep pinching me, you won't have dinner tonight, hahahahahahahaha—"

Then looking at her frightened, confused, and pleading expression:

"No! I can't live without dinner! I pinch wu ...

The witch relied on her imagination to calm herself down.

Iris looked in the direction she left and said to Ernest who was standing quietly beside her:

"This kid is dealing with millions of people all by himself. Isn't he tired?"

"She's not alone now."

Ernest said calmly and objectively.

There's one more person for you to mess around with.

Others didn't understand their riddle-like chat, but it didn't stop them from being happy about having a new partner. Someone came forward to "ask for advice":

"Hey, boss, why did the black shadow run away when he saw you just now? It seemed like he was very scared of you."

I can't let Miss Witch hear this, otherwise I don't know how many dinners will be withheld.

Iris smiled and said:

"If the child doesn't listen, just give him a beating."

Others looked at her with admiration.

"Boss, what's your name?"

"Wow, you guys had a fight before, and you won, right?"

Everyone saw that she was easy to talk to. After a long chatter, Iris just perfunctorily said to Ernest:

"You can be sold to these people for just a chicken drumstick, right?"

He raised his eyebrows, raised his hand, and offered it to her:

"remuneration."

Iris turned her head and looked at the people who were still having fun.

The people who had been watching the developments here were frightened, and before they could inform others, they saw Iris clapping her hands, and dense and sharp ice spikes appeared in the air, with the tips pointing at everyone present except St. Ferguson and Enil.

In front of everyone's shocked gaze, she pointed at Ernest and said concisely:

"He wants a reward."

It's not life-threatening, that's easy to deal with.

Everyone looked through their equipment and obediently shook out some things.

They are still worried because you haven't paid the protection fee.

She raised her chin towards the people of St. Ferguson:

"Go and take inventory, and report if anyone gave less."

After hearing this, some honest people added more things to the ground.

Enil didn't dare to stand there and went forward to help. They handed over what they had collected, and Iris only took a glance to know that there were not many good things in it.

"give him."

She pointed at Ernest.

So several people carried the things to him.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for her to put away the ice spikes. It was really uncomfortable to have such a cold thing against their necks. If they moved carelessly, they would die.

Iris then said to the remaining people of St. Ferguson:

"Go on, there's still my reward."

"..."

Ernest was not surprised at all. He turned sideways to take a look at the things they brought. Although he didn't want to touch them, he still put them into the space magic weapon to take up space.

The remaining people's ingratiating smiles froze.

She thought about it, and then asked the people who were leading the collection at St. Ferguson:

"Who paid the least just now?"

Seven or eight people pointed randomly:

“This one only gave two bags of bread!”

"This one only handed in a C-rank item."

“This one gives a can of pepper.”

……

Iris randomly picked two of the people they pointed out, pierced their necks with ice spikes, and the two disappeared on the spot.

There are still more than one million people left in the stadium. Being eliminated now means there will be no more chances.

But among so many people, not everyone is honest.

When Iris was holding a B-level item and checking the instructions, someone suddenly attacked. Armor appeared on her neck to block the damage of the ice spikes, and a large sharp blade attacked her back.

Everyone saw her slowly put down the tool in her hand, and turned around quickly, creating a gust of cold wind that blew all the blades back. Most of them pierced the attacker's body, but one blade escaped and scratched the cheek of Ernest who was sitting on the ground.

On the wall behind him, there were still a large number of blades that he had successfully avoided firmly stuck.

Blood slowly flowed out from the wound on his face in a line, falling down, leaving several blood lines on the side of his face.

He raised his eyelashes and looked at her.

Iris smiled with an apologetic look but with malicious intent:

"Are you OK?"

A raging flame started from the man lying on the ground. No matter how he rolled, he could not put out the flame. Screams were heard continuously for a while.

Iris turned around and looked at the rest of the people.

No one should be unable to recognize the reality now.

At least at this moment, in everyone's eyes, the two people are in the same group.

If they were picked out alone, they would have a hard time, let alone two of them hanging out together. Everyone became more obedient.

Looking at the things they handed in one after another, Iris's frown barely relaxed.

The ice spikes were retracted and everyone returned to their original seats. For a moment, no one dared to chat as before.

Iris was content with peace and quiet.

She ran all night and froze all the places in the edge area that could be frozen, which consumed a lot of energy, so she rested until the evening.

The so-called "rest" was actually just staring at the wound on Ernest's face and eating a pear while looking at it.

Ernest waited quietly for the other wounds on his body to heal. He seemed not to notice her gaze and did not look in her direction even once.

He just didn't deal with the wounds and blood on his face.

Everyone could see that the atmosphere on their side was weird, but they remained as quiet as a chicken, hoping to survive until only 500,000 people were left.

As it was getting close to dinner time, they consciously arranged hunting, lighting fires, and cooking. During the process, another group of people came and introduced themselves:

"We came from the fringe area. At noon, we suddenly heard the broadcast saying that the map would be reduced in size, so we ran out quickly. We didn't mean any harm, we just wanted to find a place to rest after walking a long way."

At noon, there were only one million people left in the stadium, and the radio announced that all contestants who were still in the marginal zone after forty-eight hours would be eliminated.

It was pretty much what Iris expected.

This time point was only one afternoon later than the end time of Iris and Miss Witch's match.

Iris finally withdrew her gaze from Ernest's face and looked at the people of St. Ferguson who were welcoming the newcomers face to face. She smiled slightly and nodded.

The people of St. Ferguson made way for them.

This glance allowed the visitor to determine who the leader was - not to mention that in this area, the only two people sitting on the ground had nothing to do.

The others found an open space to camp, and two of them who seemed to be the leaders came over to greet her:

"Hello, classmate. We are all from Sophie Magic College. You are from St. Ferguson, right?"

The host most likely recognized Ernest, who had appeared in front of everyone when he participated in the competition four years ago.

She guessed that she was quite low-key and not many people knew her outside.

Sure enough, they then exchanged names with her:

"I'm Bruce, this is Adelaide, we're both in the fourth grade."

"Ecelia Green, first grade."

She pointed at herself and Ernest with a smile:

"Ernest Ramirez."

The two of them gave each other an "we understand" look and laughed.

"We met in the last tournament, didn't we, Ernest?"

They greeted him in a friendly manner, then walked past her and went straight to Ernest.

The people from St. Ferguson looked over several times and then looked away several times.

In their impression, Ernest is the ceiling of combat power, and this junior girl is at most a freshman. In fact, they don’t understand why she has always been the dominant one.

But they didn't dare to ask.

As soon as Sophie's people arrived, they exposed this hidden problem, and everyone felt that something was different.

What if...she wasn't actually the one in charge, she was just listening to Ernest?

This is consistent with their past impressions.

However, the black shadow's behavior made them very hesitant about these speculations.

She dared to fight with Ernest again and again, but ran away when she saw Ecelia.

They racked their brains but couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Iris didn't say anything extra and just sat back down.

The two men blocked Ernest's sight, so she couldn't see the wound. She endured it and took another bite of the pear.

She didn't know why, but she had been horny all day, especially after he bled out.

In the corner of his eye, Ernest took out a handkerchief while speaking and wiped off the blood that he had insisted on not wiping off for a whole day.

Iris's mood inexplicably became worse.