I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

When I was sleepy, I took a bath with the help of the maid to solve the personal problems that the little fairy would have.

Finally, he lay on the bed leaning on the pillow, covered with a thick quilt, and watched the latest scientific and technological papers by the professors of the Institute of Technology and Magic.

And just when she was about to put down the documents and turn off the lights to sleep.

There was a knocking sound outside the window.

Abigail's heart suddenly became vigilant, she pursed her lips, her ruby-like pupils shone with fear under the bright hex lumen tube.

dong dong dong.

knocking sound again

The sound sounded, and Abigail involuntarily retracted into the bed, only revealing a pair of big clear eyes staring at the pure white curtain, she didn't even dare to turn off the light.

dong dong dong.

This time it was accompanied by a human voice, it was a deep, majestic, and solemn voice, but the meaning represented in the words did not quite match the voice.

"Abigail, are you asleep? May I come in?"

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Chapter 198 Chapter 63 Abigail: How to Shut Up the Wind

Abigail stared in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a pair of ruby-like eyes, and Yuan Dai wrinkled slightly. She still didn't speak or make any other responses, but was thinking about who it was.

My bedroom is on the second floor. Could it be that this person is talking by the window?

The voice is also very strange.

So it's really weird that Abigail is not going to take any measures for the time being.

But then she changed her mind—the man spoke again.

"It's me, Watson Holmes. I'm sorry for visiting late at night. I need your help on an urgent matter, Abigail. My voice may not be right, mainly because I am in a spirit state. I will talk to you about this later. explain."

Watson?Spirit state?Abigail thought it was ridiculous at first. A gentleman as polite as Watson would not knock on the door of the girl's room in the middle of the night.

Immediately afterwards, I heard him say that he is now in the state of a spirit body, which aroused a lot of curiosity. I had read about the state of the spirit body in a miscellaneous book introducing mages in the library.

Powerful spellcasters can temporarily separate their spirit body from their physical body through ascension, and use the various characteristics of the spirit body to achieve their goals.

Of course, under some harsh conditions, ordinary people can also ascend to the spirit, but in most cases, the final fate of ordinary people who ascend to the spirit rashly is basically that the spirit body cannot return to the body and gradually declines.

Watson... Abigail remembered what happened at noon today, and remembered the abnormality of Soren Fellowes.

At that time, she had guessed, but seeing that Watson didn't mention these things, she didn't ask rashly, for fear of touching the secrets he didn't want others to know.

Combining it with the present, it is not difficult to guess one of Watson's identities - the caster.

No wonder he traveled unharmed from Ionia to Demacia and then to Piltover, mighty spellcaster.Abigail was a little envious at first that he could have power and travel freely.

What she didn't know was that Levi's didn't tell her that he spent a long time in the dark prison in Demacia.

Afterwards, the girl was a little lost again, because of the meaning brought by the words "powerful spellcaster".

Abigail curled her lips and gave up one of the plans conceived in her heart. Now it seems that she doesn't think she can control him in terms of personal freedom—even if she may use Watson's invention in the future in Piltover Gain some power.

It's just that if I can't really control him, how can I let him stay, how can I make him only belong to me.

Abigail became a little depressed and distressed. Watson was the best gift the world gave her, but this gift was like the wind, as if it might go away at any time.

If one day I suddenly can't see him in the library, if one day he suddenly disappears—just like he suddenly appeared.

I must be crazy.Abigail pursed her lips tightly, her black eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyebrows were lowered, and her calm and delicate face became melancholy.

How can I shut off the wind?The girl thought in distress.

She herself is an extremely insecure person. She used to wear a mask called indifference and could hide in her hard spiritual ice curtain and view everything from the perspective of a bystander.

But now half of the mask was removed by that person, and the ice curtain in her heart was warmed and melted a bit. Abigail finally tasted the scruples brought about by her lack of security.

She doesn't like this feeling.

Unlike Zoe, Abigail has never gotten it, just like a person who has been crawling in the dark and cold is suddenly warmed by the light. Once she tastes a sliver of rain and grabs a corner of her clothes, she will never get it. will let go.

She would never share it with others if she could.

Abigail is selfish.

The voice calling itself Watson continued.

"What I want to ask is do you know where Sauron Fellowes lives? If I don't come in, you can answer directly. You know, we had some conflicts with them today,

Now it seems that Mr. Soren Fellowes is not ready to let it go, so I have some things I want to ask him, and some conflicts need to be resolved with him. "

Sauron?Abigail was startled suddenly. She knew the temperament of her reckless cousin. For the contradiction yesterday, Watson pierced his face with magic. He must take revenge.

Is Watson all right?Why did he come in a spirit state?Could it be that the body can no longer move?

Wait, the body can't move anymore?

At this moment, Abigail's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a thought in her heart that Watson should be injured and paralyzed.

In this way, he will not be the wind of freedom, and he will not be able to leave me.

Part of the reason for this idea is also Abigail's own inferiority complex. As others have said, she is indeed a crippled person, a cripple, and her words are difficult to hear, but this is the truth.

Originally, Abigail didn't care too much about her inability to walk, but after meeting Watson, she began to care about it.

If Watson is also disabled...

No!Abigail woke up with a start.

Abigail, something is wrong with you, how can you think like that.The girl felt a little scared, afraid of the changes in her heart, she never knew that she had such vicious thoughts.

If this continues, he will definitely hate me.Abigail took a deep breath, and put these demonic thoughts behind her, but there was still a kind of almost morbid expectation in her heart that she didn't want to admit.

"Please wait a moment." She said to the people outside the window, lifted the quilt, revealing her body in a delicate white nightdress, moved her legs with some difficulty, and let herself sit on the wheelchair beside the bed.

Then she pressed a button on the armrest of the wheelchair, and a foldable small hexa crossbow appeared in her hand—she didn't fully trust the people outside the window, and still had a certain degree of vigilance.

Abigail controlled the wheelchair with one small hand, and held the hexa crossbow in the other. She approached the window, opened the curtains slightly, and saw the appearance of the man outside.

He was suspended in the air, wearing a gray robe with a hood, the face under the hood could not be seen clearly, it was a deep darkness.

Abigail was frightened at first, and then she thought of a question, and she felt a little happier.

If this is really Watson's words, does it mean that he has completely trusted me?

laugh.Abigail, the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc.

She saw the man outside the floor-to-ceiling window bowed slightly and saluted herself.

"Good evening, Abigail, I hope I won't disturb you."

"Good evening." Abigail did not put down the hexa crossbow in her hand, but nodded slightly. She asked, "Are you really Watson?"

When she said this, her face was calm, her voice was ethereal and cold, and she couldn't find any other emotions contained in it.

"Of course, but I don't have enough strong evidence to prove that my body is in a hotel at this time."

As Li Weisi said, he noticed that the girl was wearing a light and delicate white nightdress at this time, with slender and white legs extending out from under the white dress.

In the midst of the bright moonlight, the color of jade is glowing, a pair of cute and delicate little feet are bare like this, they are placed on the load-bearing board of the mechanical wheelchair calmly, and the ten fingers of cardamom are like crystal pearls, making people want to hug them The impulse to care in my arms.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered the Hex hand crossbow in the girl's hand.

Like the thorns of a rose.Li Weisi thought so, but he didn't care. Such vigilance was reasonable and necessary. He told some details about how he got along with the girl to prove it.

Abigail nodded slightly after thinking about the screening carefully, but she was not the kind of brainless and irrational girl. Although she had a good impression of Levi's, such words could not give her full trust.

In other words, just because she had a good impression of Li Weisi, she was afraid that something bad would happen to her, so that she would never see him again.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you in." Abigail lowered her eyebrows and said with some difficulty.

"It's obvious that I'm bothering you late at night, why do you have to apologize?" Levi said a little speechlessly, and then he explained why he came: "Abigail, I want to know where Soren Fellowes lives."

"I'll tell you." Abigail nodded slightly, but then she frowned: "The internal structure of the Philos family is a bit complicated, and it may not be accurate to just say it, but I can't take you there now... ..."

The girl pondered for two seconds, then glanced at Li Weisi: "Please wait a moment, 10 minutes will be fine."

She put down the curtains, left the bedroom, came to her own small Hex workshop, came to the workbench, turned on the Hex lumen tube on the workbench, and the bright and warm light dispelled the night.

Abigail randomly took a blank design drawing, and then drew the general structure of the Ferros family in her mind on it—but she kept an eye on it.

Because she still can't believe it completely, except for the residence and main house of Sauron Fellowes, the other buildings she drew are not accurate.

Soren Fellowes' residence is cross-referenced with his own cottage and main house, which can indicate exactly where Soren Fellowes lives without revealing the family's internal secrets.

After all, Camille loves this family after all.

Abigail is very impressed

I appreciate this aunt and love her very much, so I don't want to do anything to hurt her.

She gave everything for this family and tried her best to maintain it.