i used to be a devil

——He looks good when he smiles, doesn't he?

A voice suddenly came out from the bottom of my heart, and that indescribable feeling made Rosemil think it was an illusion.

—Unfortunately, he can't find me now.

Isn't it a hallucination?

Such a thought flashed by, and Rosemil strangely felt that the voice that suddenly came from the bottom of his heart was a little bit smiling, and gradually disappeared.

"..."

There was nothing wrong with everything in front of him. Yiran, Polly, the two little devils, and the alchemy puppet who were working, glanced around blankly. Taking the letter away, "Actually, it doesn't matter what the reason is, it's just a trick, not a big deal."

Yirang, who was speaking these words, was unconsciously stroking the paper in his hands. He smiled with his eyes downcast, and the way his mouth was slightly hooked made Rosemeer unable to move his eyes away.

He looks good when he smiles, right?

--right.

As the voice that appeared strangely said, Rosemere's strangeness at this time was that Yiran, who could almost see through his thoughts at a glance, did not respond—of course, Rosemere himself did not notice this.

The two seemed to have just had an ordinary conversation, as always, after Rosemere was undoubtedly crushed by Yi Ran on some level, the topic ended.

Yi Rang, a topic he just mentioned casually, has no intention of continuing to discuss it in depth.

After all, for Yi Rang, whether it was the former church knight who stared at him inexplicably, the person who spied on him at the mercenary union that day, or observing him from a distance in the trading house named after a certain little dragon, The guys are just little things.

Maybe it's because of trying to jump in front of him that he's paying attention, but he definitely can't pay much attention to it.

But unlike him who didn't care much, after Rosemere suddenly came back to his senses, he remembered that he had just thought about something inexplicable as if his soul had left his body, and while complaining about his strange thoughts in his heart, he tried to continue the previous topic. Go on, "Although I always feel that this matter seems to me to be very big, now that you say it like this, it becomes a trivial matter, but I still think it is necessary to say: Can you tell me about the specific situation?"

"Say what?" Responding casually, Yi Rang raised his head and glanced at the two "students" who were in his home at this time, and suddenly had a good idea——

"There is something about investigating us."

"I just collected some information." Yi Rang turned his head to the side, and the little flower figure squatting on his shoulders stood up deliberately when he said this, with a look of presence that made Yi Rang stretch out his hand to hold it. Press it, "This little thing found it. They probably think that it is not so easy for their species to survive in the forest of magic breath that is often visited by mercenaries, so they brought some small news as gifts." Come and join me."

As Yirang's words fell, the little flower man jumped from Yirang's shoulder without warning, landed lightly on Rosemere's shoulder, and bowed to Yirang, "It is our destiny to serve His Majesty."

Rosemere, who lost his focus in an instant, pointed to the creature on his shoulder, and asked strangely, "He called you Your Majesty?"

"If your alchemy supports you to successfully make living creatures, they will call you that too." The tone of the casual answer could not be said to be full of care, and he watched as Polly walked over to the two sitting stiffly. The little ghost said something, and then walked over, "Since you have agreed to what Mr. Mitch asked, I think it's better for you to be more serious?"

The whispers that were whispered before, because another person intervened, Rosemere stopped talking for a moment.But from the few words he said just now, he seemed to know something that could not be said.

——You don't think things are really as he said, do you?

The magic notebook in his hand suddenly condensed a line of words, which floated brightly, making Rosmeer subconsciously look at Yi Ran, but he was answering Polly's words: "Isn't the content just an exam? Do I need to help endorse it?" ?”

Yirang didn't seem to notice what was going on here, and the magic notebook in Rosemil's hand once again condensed a line of words - he doesn't care if I write something here, people like you don't care at all. Understand what the hell that guy is.

Such a sentence made Rosemir try to use the greatest association ability: a three-star mage with a low total magic power but an amazing concentration?To be honest, the most reasonable identity he could think of was just the identity of a high-level mage who had been injured by some accident before.

He didn't really care about the words from Ruth in the magic notebook: he remembered that Yi Rang said that there was an unknown soul in this notebook, and he didn't know how to lose the memory, and he didn't know how the soul was attached to a magic notebook.

But in general, this is just a guy who has lost his memory but still likes to talk nonsense, so don't worry about it.

Rosemere felt that the other party was right: really don't care.

In fact, no matter whether Yirang is a high-ranking mage who has been injured and lived in seclusion, or what Elro said is a man in feathers—or if he is not a man in feathers, he is not even a human being, he doesn't think there is anything too surprising.

Ignoring the vaguely written words of Yi Ran on the last paragraph that surfaced, he closed the entire notebook. When Rosemere flipped his wrist, he saw the quietly branded mark on his wrist.

The originally good mood dropped at this moment, and he couldn't help but silently snorted.He suddenly didn't feel that there was any point in caring about these things for a person like himself who would lose all his memories sooner or later.

Instead of caring about other people's secrets, it's better to think about whether you can find a strong enough helper - it's just that the ceremony can't be held at that time.

Thinking of this, Rosemere put the buttoned Magic Notebook Ruth aside, and his attention fell on Iran again. Polly felt his sight, and subconsciously glanced at Rosemere, but quickly moved away, looking at Xiang Yirang, "If the college competition is just a simple endorsement, it is enough for us to send them the materials. Why do we need such trouble?"

"History of mythology, battle theory, general knowledge of Warcraft, and actual combat results." Taking a step forward, Rosemil got involved in this topic. These few items are the necessary conditions to support you to exert your best ability in the beast tide in the future."

Gaining the verbal support of someone who once heard that he was from Dabi, Polly immediately nodded to Yirang with full confidence. Unlike Rosemere's special attention, he didn't think that Yirang had studied in the imperial capital like him before. There is something wrong with the people of the academy showing inexplicable strangeness towards the academy competition.

This relatively obvious difference in cognition rarely made Yi Rang hesitate for a while, remembering that he is now only a three-star mage, Yi Rang seemed to pause for a while to think about it.

Then he chose to change the subject——

He moved his eyes to Ferrero and glanced at the little girl Xiugumi beside him, and asked casually: "So, shall we continue?"

"Continue what?"

The little girl is still a little drifting. After the alchemy puppet called Charles left the room, her originally tense nerves relaxed a little bit. Hearing Yi Ran's question, she was a little unable to respond for a while.

"Practice training, the others will read the books by themselves."

——Practical training.

Hearing these words, Ferrero felt his whole body tense, and the wound that had healed began to feel hallucinatory pain again.He just put his hand on Xiu Gumi's shoulder and wanted to say something to stop him, but he had already heard Yi Rang say: "Let's go." And the little girl who didn't know how terrifying the other party's beating had already followed Walked up the pace.

Yirang's new house is huge.

The open space outside the house was only a few steps away. Not long after Yirang and Xiugumi walked out, Rosemil and Polly had already gone to watch.

While Ferrero was still struggling to see if he should follow up, the sounds of magic spells were already heard outside after the magic elements condensed.

Only Xiugumi's singing sounded very intense from a distance.

Maybe——Teacher Yirang will be more controlling when talking to girls?Oh, by the way, by the way, Xiugumi is a mage, not a knight who is disgusted by Teacher Yirang when he mentions it...

With this in mind, Ferrero felt a lot more relaxed. When he walked towards the door with two quick steps, he met Yi Ran who turned around and returned. There was a small figure that looked like a flower standing on his shoulder, and in some places it looked like a flower. Plants are like people in some places.

It looks completely transparent, like a crystal after alchemy.

Focusing slightly away from Xiugumi on the other side, Ferrero couldn't help but look at the little flower figure a little more, always thinking that this appearance looked like some kind of potion material he had seen before.

"coax--"

The sound of Pyroblast hitting something brought Ferrero back to his senses. When he followed the sound, he saw Xiu Gumi standing in the open space, surrounded by walls that could be seen faintly.

The spell just released hit the wall, and the magic element was simply broken from the original condensation. Before it exerted much power, the spell completely dissipated.

Even the most basic continuous burning effect of this spell failed to appear.

This phenomenon is simply incomprehensible - the power of the magic power is offset to the maximum extent, and the spell does not have the effect it should have achieved after being thrown...

Rosemil looked at the transparent "wall" that was being attacked by the little girl but didn't respond in the slightest. While handing out the medicine bottle after Yirang came over and asked if there was any magic recovery potion, he couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?" Is it forbidden magic?"

This ability, he remembered, was recorded in the mythology of the church.

That is the unique ability of the fourth envoy among the twelve envoys...

Yi Rang lowered his head and was playing with the low-level recovery potion in his hand. Hearing this, he turned his head slightly to look over there - he seemed to be working hard.

"No," he smiled, "I just denied something."

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