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

Chapter 226 Fireworks

After the sun hid behind the clouds, Iris rubbed her eyes and decided that she should be nicer to herself in the future. Staring directly at the light source all the time... was too much for her.

She never regretted using forbidden magic. She knew very well that even if that woman hadn't forced her to do so, in a place like the dungeon, there would always be problems that she couldn't solve at her age, waiting for her to degenerate.

Emotional incident.

This was also her handle in Ernest's hands. He was well aware that she had used forbidden magic. Regardless of whether she was a victim or not, as long as he could prove to the world that she was a forbidden magician, she would become easy to control, just like the exiled prince of Tangia.

As for Ernest... he must not be kept, he knows too much.

Iris gritted her teeth, wishing she could leave the arena immediately.

Seeing that the time was almost up, she took out the bone whistle, blew it, and then waited quietly for the witch on the rooftop.

It's almost time for them to meet, she should be here. The bone whistle can allow the witch to locate her directly. With the witch's speed, it shouldn't take much time to get here -

"Iris!"

A gust of wind blew around her, and when she turned around, the witch lady with black hair that reached the ground raised her hand cheerfully and greeted her:

"Our game is about to end!"

The gray-haired wizard folded his arms:

"Why did you call me Iris?"

The witch crossed her fingers, raised them to her chest, and tilted her head towards her:

"You are a beautiful blue iris, beautiful, crystal clear, and fragile like glass. You have a tragic fate, a rough life, and you are wandering and free all your life..."

"..."

This broken kid.

Iris narrowed her eyes threateningly:

"Are you cursing me?"

The witch shook her head aggrievedly:

"Am I not telling the truth?"

Iris gnashed her teeth and said:

"If you want to have friends, you should say that even if the first half of life is hard, it will soon be easy."

Hearing this, Miss Witch lowered her head and thought seriously. Then, she looked up at Iris and said solemnly:

"Iris, your hardship will soon pay off. You will have many, many friends, and someone will play games with you every day. You can also eat delicious fried eggs and have endless yogurt. No one will ever bully you—"

Iris covered her mouth with her hand faster than she could think:

"Okay, okay, don't go too far. If you go too far, it will backfire."

The witch curled her lips:

"I didn't say too much. I'm sure I didn't say anything wrong."

She learned quickly, so quickly that Iris couldn't accept it, so the gray-haired wizard quickly changed the subject:

"Should we start counting heads? Where are your spoils?"

The witch waved her hand, and a large red sign appeared in the air. Every time the sign landed on a person's head, it would automatically announce a number.

Red signs are everywhere, in the central city, on the edge of the city, and in the marginal areas that are about to be destroyed.

She looked at Iris and said with some disdain:

"The ones with short arms and legs... I'll count them for you."

Iris looked down at the child who was not even as tall as her chin and snorted coldly, but didn't say much.

Anyway, she didn't want to count them one by one.

Within a minute, Miss Witch reported the numbers:

"I, you..."

She bit her fingers unwillingly:

"You actually have more than me."

Iris raised her eyebrows:

"My little...friend, I will admit defeat if I lose the bet."

Miss Witch pouted and turned her head away without even looking at her:

"Tell me your wish."

Iris walked over and placed her palm on her furry black head:

"I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it later."

She held her other hand out to Miss Witch, and on her palm stood a much larger snowman than the one she had released before to explore the way.

The witch was stunned. She took the snowman with both hands, looked it over for a long time, then turned to look at Iris:

"For me?"

She nodded:

"It's just a small gift. I have some needle and thread, so I can knit her a scarf, or try to knit her a hat."

As the witch continued to look down at the snowman, the broadcast at the stadium sounded:

"The competition map will be shortened soon, and all contestants who stay in the red zone of the map will be eliminated."

The green light representing myself flashed in my field of vision, and the map of the marginal area was covered with a conspicuous red color.

Iris used her fingertips to pick up a few strands of the witch's long black hair, first pinched it, then rubbed it, unable to let go:

"Little boy, do you want to see the fireworks?"

Miss Witch held the little snowman and raised her head:

"It's daytime now."

Iris felt itchy and rubbed her head vigorously:

"Come on, this is a magical world. Have you ever read a book called 'The Magic Book for Spectacular Use'?"

Of course, Miss NPC couldn't say that she had seen it, so she could only shake her head.

"There is a chapter in it called Daytime Fireworks."

She took the witch lady's hand, and the two of them and the NPC stood on the edge of the railing, occupying the best view in the wind.

Iris snapped her fingers.

In an instant, ice elements surged around the ice sculptures that she and the witch had frozen together on the field, and they moved along strange tracks. "Crackling" sounds were heard everywhere, and the shattered ice sculptures turned into light blue spots of light and slowly floated upwards.

Iris raised her palms upwards, and the mobilized ice elements accelerated towards the sky, exploding into huge, conspicuous fireworks when they reached a high altitude together.

Dense and long-lasting explosions sounded in the sky, and wide and long colorful streams of light stayed in the air for a long time before losing their color and dissipating.

"Bang - fireworks, do you like it?"

The colorful fireworks in the sky were frozen in her eyes as a permanent memory. After the fireworks faded, Miss Witch turned her head and looked at Iris:

“Who doesn’t like fireworks?”

She smiled awkwardly and happily, then quickly turned her head so that Iris couldn't see her face.

"Ding—the map of the marginal area has been cut."

"The number of eliminated people is being counted—"

"The number of people eliminated in this map is reduced: 0"

"Number of players remaining in the arena:"

"When the number of players remaining in the arena reaches 500,000, the reward match will begin."

"This report is over."

Iris looked down at the mission status.

[A-level mission: After receiving the mission, you will be rewarded with 1000 points for every 10 people eliminated (number of people eliminated:)]

The ice sculptures frozen by Miss Witch also belong to her, because all of them were shattered by her just now.

"I was so tired after setting off a fireworks display."