i used to be a devil

Polly is a friend of Iran Field.

It's the kind of legendary gay friend who grew up wearing a pair of pants and has a good relationship.

However, unlike Iran Field, he was already a registered reserve knight member of the town's knight order at this time—that is, a substitute.

In contrast, Iran Field, who chose to become a mage, did not have much achievement, and passed the three-star mage certification after stumbling, and then got a job as a teacher in the college with the help of the other party.

It's just the situation, there's never any good times to speak of.

Looking at the other teachers who used childish means to make things difficult for him, you can see that he is not very popular. He has worked hard for so many years, and he can't refuse the class. After a long time, the principal naturally feels that he spent money to hire him and quit Live……

This kind of Yiran Field only received the news of his dismissal three months ago, and it all depended on Polly to smooth it out.

Combining the above premises, Yi Rang's answer seems to be a bit... repaying kindness with hatred.

……

——But I couldn't stand it so that the Great Demon King didn't care.

After all, he had been upset for three whole months at the fact that he would blush and heartbeat when he saw Polly.

Taking a somewhat exaggerated horizontal step, Yi Rang nodded slightly to Polly, who couldn't say anything, and said calmly, without looking like he was in a hurry.

Judging from Yi's bad personality without knowing it, he often does many things, one of which is telling nonsense with his eyes open.

Of course, in a sense, he thought that no matter what he said, the other party should listen obediently.

This kind of arrogant attitude is really unreasonable and unreasonable.

"Yiran!"

Polly felt that he had been fooled. Although he couldn't tell what was going on, he felt that he should stop the person first and organize his words later.

But Yi Rang, who didn't like this at all, just turned his back to him, and waved his hands perfunctorily in response.

He gave Polly the same back view as Ferrero, leaving the other party with a confused expression like Ferrero and mmp full of inappropriate speech, listening to Yirang's words from afar, "How many days will I go out?" God. Also, your class time is up, see you later."

……

The location of the mercenary union is the trading area of ​​the city, and it is also the only corner with a large area of ​​trees.There is a forest in front of the building of the Mercenary Union.

With the cover of the shade of the trees, it was impossible to distinguish the strangeness that appeared on Yirang's shadow.Tangled in a shadow, the shadow distorted its position and lengthened the distance from the main body in a fit of anger, causing Yi Rang to stop.

"Tsk."

"..."

The shadow that stopped at the same place was startled by the sound, and almost subconsciously, he quickly approached Yi Rang.After such an interruption, his original self-effort mental construction completely collapsed, and he couldn't say anything to intercede for Polly for a while.It seemed futile to waste half a day organizing the language.

"I have something to say, can you listen to me?"

"No."

"Hey?"

Shadow was stunned by the other party's overly quick answer!Is this different from what you said?

The other party had promised to fulfill his wish, so why did he immediately back off ruthlessly when he mentioned it the first time?

"You haven't heard what I said."

Even if he was so stunned that he couldn't speak for a while, he didn't get angry. Instead, he just begged more.

But as a shadow, to a certain extent, he still keeps his posture relatively low in front of Yi Rang.

After all, from the moment he died, he knew very well who was wearing his body as a coat.

"Do you think I can drink the magic recovery potion now?"

"..."

One sentence made me hit the shadow's weakness again.

He would blush whenever he saw Polly, even if he couldn't use the body anymore, it became a reflex.

Yirang can't change this situation, she can only predict it.

Avoid this by expending a lot of mana before facing Polly.

Because this body is so weak (in Yi Rang's eyes), after such a one-time consumption, basically the face will not be able to blush.

"Facing your friend is putting me in an endless loop, so no, no way, no discussion, understand?"

After stomping his feet slightly, Yi Rang felt satisfied that the flow of magic power that had to be separated due to the elongated shadow under his feet disappeared.

Parasitic in the shadow is the original conscious subject of this body—Iran Field.

"As a three-star mage, my magic power is enough." After being ridiculed by Yi Rang's strength for the purity and amount of magic power, Yi Rang Field couldn't help but refute.

This can be regarded as the truth, if Yi Rang uses magic, even those below the fifth level cannot be summoned.

"It's really enough to set off miniature fireworks."

"...It's not my fault."

"Well, my fault."

This time Yi Rang did not deny it.

Because the purity of magic elements below the fifth level is too low, Yi Rang can't perceive them.

After all, he is the first tool of creation. After he created the foundation of everything, he was forged once because of his resistance to the first god.After that, the refinement of all things and the division of low-level elements have nothing to do with him.

There is a gap in this kind of guy's worldview, and what's even more frightening is that because of himself, such a gap is destined to deny the existence of magic elements below the fifth level.

——This negation is really saying that if you don’t exist, you don’t exist, and there is no possibility of negotiating at all.

Fortunately he didn't.

After all, he's definitely interesting for these low-level theories.

From this point of view, it is really gratifying.

So in terms of character design, this is Yirang's fault, but from the perspective of the situation, as a mage but poor enough to be in the state of Yirang Field, it should not be Yirang's fault.

You know, as long as Yirang Field is a little richer, Yirang doesn't need to face the current embarrassing situation of letting out a Tianjihuo and draining 90.00% of the mana in his body.

Iran Field used to be a miserable life.

As I said before, it was three months ago that Iran became Iran Field.

At that time, Yirang Field was exactly like the ones Yirang received, without any deviation.

The talent is not very outstanding, and the magic power is not strong enough and pure enough. As a three-star fire mage, he is extremely miserable.

He has no money, can't afford a magic medium, and also agreed to compete with a former church knight leader in swordsmanship, and if he loses, he will leave Imperial College on his own...

The result was nothing unexpected, and it wasn't a plot that turned Ejan Field into a Jedi turnaround.

Still refusing to admit defeat in the competition, after clearly losing, he still relentlessly attacked the opponent, and this time he was enlightened, knowing how to use magic attacks.

After that, he died of course.

As a knight commander, Elro is obviously a deadhead.

It’s not the group of black knights who are biased and targeted—it’s just that all knights are this dead-headed.

When Erro was hit by Iran Field's Pyroblast for the second time, the rigid knight counterattacked with a straight face.

This also means that the current battle is not just a competition, and the point is over.Rather, if Iran Field doesn't stop or begs for mercy, he will never stop dying.

When Elro stood in front of Yiran Field, who had exhausted his magic power, the weak three-star mage realized completely that he had no chance of making a comeback.

"Anything else to say?"

Erlo stood directly above him in a victorious posture, lowering his head slightly and sheathing the knight sword in his hand.

With the physical condition of Yiran Field, no one thinks that he can still get up. Maybe he can't bear it for a while and just die like this. What Elro said is basically asking him if he has any last words .

"I can not be reconciled……"

"..."

Ethan Field's voice was small and indistinct, and it was impossible for Elro, who was standing upright from beginning to end, to hear this sentence clearly, and it was just an unconscious nonsense.

--oh?tell me the story.

——I am not willing to die like this.

——Let me use your body, anyway, you think you can’t do it anymore.

When I almost gave up everything in despair, I met Yi Rang, perhaps the biggest turning point, right?

Yi Rang didn't talk nonsense with this guy who was sealed in the shadow.

After cutting off the supply of magic power, the shadow returned to normal.

Strolling into the mercenary union, the surroundings began to become somewhat noisy.

"Field, this way."

Yi Rang had only taken a few steps when someone waved to him from afar.

It was a short girl with a big red hood and a white bow on it like a pair of drooping rabbit ears.

Seeing Yi Rang looking over, the little girl grabbed a stack of papers at hand, nimbly walked around the crowd, and jumped in front of Yi Rang, watching him pass the things in his hand with some expectation, "This time you How long has it been? I picked a few tasks, which ones do you want to cooperate with?"

"I was changed classes for two weeks." Yi Rang took several task contracts from the little girl backhandedly, and quickly looked around, all of which were defined as tasks for finding precious materials.

——With all due respect, he has never heard of any of these things.

That is, not on the list he created.

Yi Rang, who didn't want to talk very much, had no choice but to turn his attention to the amount of remuneration, "There is plenty of time..."

Yi Rang had referred to the rewards of these material collection tasks before agreeing, but was interrupted.

"Miss Sophia, why do you waste time with this kind of person?"

——Hey, who is it?