As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Sister Garcia, it's like this."

Rowling didn't seem to be good at lying, so she told the story out of shame:

"In the beginning, I received a letter saying that I would come to the tutor's dormitory to find you... saying that there are academic issues that need to be discussed."

She turned around and looked for a bit:

"It was the letter on the ground, and then many strange things happened..."

"is it?"

A bad premonition gradually surged in Ai Wen's heart.

She put Rowling on the bed, walked over and picked up the letter with the point of her sword.

——In the whole process, the thin letter paper seemed to be glued to the sword, without any damage.

This unbelievable technique stunned the two girls who had just escaped from the predicament.

"I sincerely invite Ms. Rowling, a student from the special recruitment class, to come to the tutor's dormitory..."

"Egwene Garcia?"

"—this is not a letter from me."

After reading the contents of the letter, the silver-haired girl said with certainty:

"Someone must have tricked you here by pretending to be me."

"Yeah, I thought it was Louisa at first."

Rowling paled and replied:

"But it turned out not to be."

"I didn't write anything like that!"

Luisa's complexion was equally ugly.

She stomped her feet vigorously and said bitterly:

"Someone must have tried to frame Rowling and tricked her into this place."

"Framed?"

The silver-haired girl was a little speechless:

This is my dormitory, okay?

To frame Rowling, why did you come into my dormitory?

Seeing the sealed device that was opened next to it, she can probably guess part of the truth:

Obviously, these two little guys opened the seal out of curiosity, which led to this series of subsequent events.

As for the specific process, she is not clear. Who knows why Rowling's puppet was broken, and how those two people shrunk into the core of the puppet.

Although there is magic that can shrink people, it is very esoteric and difficult to understand. It also involves the principle of space, and even the seventh-level sages may not be able to perform it.

Could it be that Rowling's puppet is itself a powerful magic item?

"Wait a minute, there's something strange about this letter."

She looked at the letter seriously for a moment, then suddenly put her nose close and sniffed the letter paper.

Turning the letter over, I found a light scratch on the back.

The scratch is not colorless, but has some fine stains and smells like motor oil.

The silver-haired girl pondered for a while, walked to the puppet fragments scattered on the ground, and picked up a severed hand.

Comparing the severed fingers with the scratches on the letter, and checking the stains on the fingers, I gradually came to a bold judgment in my heart.

"Rowling, this letter came to you in an envelope, didn't it?"

she asked Rowling.

"Yes, but I left the envelope at home."

Rowling didn't understand what she meant and answered honestly.

"The overall structure of your puppet is not completely anthropomorphic."

Ai Wen nodded and said, she was more sure of her judgment:

"Its finger design is more used to support objects, such as hugging your body, and holding a water bottle steadily; it will be difficult for it to do subtle actions such as putting a letter into an envelope. "

"You mean... this letter was written by my puppet?"

Rowling shuddered and asked in disbelief.

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"It's highly likely."

Aiwen said solemnly:

"I have confirmed just now that the scratches on the letter paper match the puppet's finger shape very well;"

"And the stains on the back of the letter paper are exactly the same as the oil stains spilled from the wreckage of the puppet on the ground. These should not be a coincidence."

After speaking, she walked to the side of the shattered blue core, squatted down and observed the core fragments carefully.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"Next, I hope you two don't hide anything, and tell me everything that happened."

She turned her head and solemnly warned the two girls:

"do you understand?"

"OK……"

"Understood……"

After the terrible encounter just now, Rowling and Luisa have already lost the ability to think, and answered timidly after hearing the words.

……

……

"You two little idiots!"

After listening to the narration of the two, the silver-haired girl was furious.

She pointed her finger at Louisa's forehead and flicked it hard!

"pain!"

Luisa has always been pampered and grew up. Whenever she endured this kind of beating, she immediately burst into tears of pain.

She covered her head with her hands, and looked up at the silver-haired girl, her face full of grievances.

"What, aren't you convinced?"

The silver-haired girl hugged her shoulders and asked coldly.

"No……"

Louisa lowered her head guiltily.

"Ah!"

Rowling didn't get away with it either.

However, her punishment was slightly lighter, but Aiwen pinched her face and pulled her to the sides for a few seconds.

"Didn't your sage grandfather teach you not to touch other people's things casually?"

Then let go of his hand, watching the two little girls reprimanded in a cold voice:

"Don't think that you can be safe with a talisman on your body!"

"There are so many powerful guys in this world, even god-level powerhouses may be plotted against, let alone you?"

"We, we know we were wrong..."

Probably because of self-knowledge.

This time, even the arrogant Louisa didn't even talk back, and accepted the reprimand with her head downcast.

"But having said that, where did that wraith named Auras go?"

After training them, the silver-haired girl thought strangely in her heart:

"Did it run with the puppet's arm?"

"Also, why did the severed arm tear up Rowling's coat? It shouldn't be a joke;"

Thinking of these puzzling places, she fell into deep thought:

"Even if you're playing Liumang, you should tear off the clothes inside... What's the use of tearing off a little girl's coat?"

——The consciousness hidden in the puppet should be related to the Black Witch.

But it can be ruled out that it is the clone/projection/divine mind of the Black Witch, because Farnes' magic circle cluster did not call the police.

"Probably the subordinates she sent..."

The silver-haired girl sorted out the clues she got:

"And Rowling's puppet must have gone through multiple inspections, and it was finally delivered for use after it was confirmed safe;"

"The Black Witch's subordinate is actually able to hide from the eyes of the sage, lurking in the core of the puppet... there must be something special about it."

After thinking for a while, she decided to take a look at the place where the puppets were made.

"Rowling, do you know where your alchemy puppet was made?"

she asked Rowling.

"It's in my alchemy workshop."

Rowling replied.