old room

Ai Wen squinted his eyes, and he subconsciously looked at the red-haired young man more.

This might be the first time he actually looked at each other.

Then Aiwen realized with some surprise that this dog-eyed young man had a good face: three-dimensional and deep features, and the facial contours were quite graceful. His face was easily reminiscent of the expensive Marble male sculpture - in short, he has a face that can easily slip into the bed of those noble ladies (or noble lords himself).

This face should be a bit out of tune with the puppy-like eyes, but it is very strange that the two points are harmoniously integrated on the face of the red-haired young man.

Noticing Ai Wen's eyes, a faint blush floated on the cheeks of the red-haired young man.

(Any questions?)

He seemed to be asking with his eyes.

"your name?"

Alvin suddenly asked in a low voice.

"what?"

The person being questioned widened his eyes in surprise.

The muscles under Aiwen's eyelids tensed.

"name."

He suppressed his impatience and spoke again.

"Alister . . . Alister Millian."

The red-haired young man realized something belatedly, he replied hastily, the blush on his cheeks began to spread.

"Alister."

Ivan couldn't help repeating the name.

This name may be too bright for a mage... But Ai Wen quickly glanced at the young man in front of him, and realized that the other party was very suitable for this name.

Aiwen should take a closer look at Alister.

But a series of whimpers from the field forced him to turn his attention back to his mentor.

In a sense, Ivan's mentor was quite unlucky.

In an accident of this magnitude, the old man should have already lost consciousness, or else he should have lost his mind and fell into a complete frenzy.

But when that kind of low whimper came out of his throat, squeezed out between his teeth, and the difficult whimper came into Aiwen's ears, Aiwen knew that his mentor was unlucky enough to still maintain a certain attitude. degree of sanity.

Aiwen involuntarily looked at the two entangled bodies again, that of the mage, and that of a deformed Triangle Demon.

The swollen eyes of the triangular devil were all covered under the swollen pustules, and Ivan never had the confidence to judge the mental state of a triangular devil.

And the mentor's situation is... pretty miserable.

His long hair was messily attached to his scalp, shoulders and neck, and those eyes, which always looked muddy and sticky, bulged out, turning frantically in the sunken eye sockets.Light blue meridians protrude from under the gray skin, especially at the temples.Ai Wen saw bright red blood gushing from the mentor's eyes and nostrils, and the latter's desperate eyes kept wandering around the field, as if he was counting on someone to save him.

A large amount of blood poured out from his body, almost staining half of the room red.

The smell of blood mixed with the unique sulfur smell of the Triangular Demon, even just getting close was enough to make people feel suffocated.

However, amidst the strong smell of blood, there was a special... metallic smell.

Ai Wen couldn't help but tremble slightly.

His face turned pale.

A chaotic black shadow...the smell of metal...

【"Da da da……"】

At this moment, too vivid memories almost confused with reality.

Aiwen almost screamed, but finally, the crowded and restless crowd at the scene made him regain his sobriety.

He lowered his head and found that he had clenched his fists unconsciously, and the joints were white.

"Damn it, doesn't anyone know how to deal with this Triangle Demon?"

Ivan heard a voice coming from a distance.

He recognized it as an intermediate apprentice.

Ivan subconsciously took a step behind Alister, using the tall body of the other party to cover up his figure.

Goddess of Magic, Ivan doesn't want to attract anyone's attention at this time. (In any case, he did raise the triangular devil many times under the persecution of his mentor, but Ivan didn't want to be pushed out by this group of cowardly and incompetent apprentices as cannon fodder to solve the triangular devil).

Alister seemed a little surprised by Aiwen's actions, but after seeing Aiwen's eyes, he quickly restrained the strange look on his face, leaned against Aiwen's position, and covered Aiwen more securely stand up.

Ivan looked at him as if without any reaction.

Although it couldn't be seen from the outside, Ivan knew that he was in an abnormal tension at the moment.

Oh Goddess of Magic...that metallic smell...

Ivan really hoped that it was just an illusion caused by his nervousness.

And it was probably because he noticed Ai Wen's ugly face.

Alister didn't ask anything, he just hid Ivan very carefully.

……

It's hard to say whether Alvin's evasive behavior with his red-haired puppy played any role in the mentor's death.

All in all, before those senior mages came slowly, this group of mage apprentices really did not find a suitable candidate to deal with the deformed triangle demon that was entangled with the mentor.

And when the mages who were incompatible with the environment at the bottom of the mage tower arrived, they quickly dispersed the low-level apprentices who were watching around the room.

Aiwen didn't even see the mentor's death with his own eyes-the news spread quietly among the apprentices that night.

It is said that the final outcome of the mentor and the triangular devil is quite terrible, and even those high-level mages are a little out of control.

Some claim that the Triangle and the Mentor exploded into a sooty pulp right under the eyes of the mages, while others claim that the Triangle expelled hundreds of egg case, and the mentor died because of it...

Aiwen was not interested in those gossips, but there was no doubt that the death of his mentor still had some impact on his later life.

First of all, he no longer has to worry about inhuman torture and punishment for being late this morning.

Secondly, he could finally get rid of his student dormitory, which was more unbearable than a prison cell, and change to a better room.

The latter matter is undoubtedly considered a great luck—although it was exchanged for the mentor’s tragic end: no matter what form the mentor and the triangular devil returned to the embrace of death in the end, one thing can be confirmed, Something must have happened to the corpses of the two of them, so that the new young mentor had no choice but to sternly gather all the low-level apprentices, and drove the group of young people to the entrance of the mage tower like driving captive livestock. Go to the next floor, and according to the rules that the Mage Tower has always operated, they should have been lucky enough to step into that space after a few years or decades.

When gathering in the dark, damp underground restaurant, Ai Wen hurriedly glanced at his classmates.

Several people did not show up.

"The plague smoke seems to be coming out of the bodies of those two guys. Lena, Miriam, and Tony are all rotten. To be honest, I thought they were standing too close. Now the one above The crowd is figuring out how to clear the lower level."

Someone approached Ivan silently, and whispered in his ear.

Ivan raised his eyebrows, he turned his head and saw Alister not unexpectedly.

"Well, it looks like you're pretty well-informed."

Alvin responded.

It was just a common reply, but it seemed like a great honor to Alister.Those puppy-like eyes gleamed with excitement in the dim light.

"I went to inquire about the news... I think you should want to know."

Alister said.

Ivan knew what Alister really wanted to say, that's right, the two guys who died, one was his former mentor, and the other was the triangle demon he had raised several times...

Perhaps for outsiders, he might indeed be interested in their follow-up news.

but……

That strange feeling ran quickly down his spine.

In fact, Ivan was not interested.

Or, in the depths of his heart, he is vaguely resisting to pursue all this... to think about how the accident that caused the tragic death of the mentor and the Triangular Demon happened.

【"Da da……"】

In a trance, Ivan seemed to hear that weird friction sound again.

"Do not……"

Caught off guard, Ai Wen trembled heavily.

He raised his head in horror and looked around, but all he saw were the crowd whispering about the death of their mentor, the familiar restaurant, and Alister with a worried face in front of him.

"Evan, you don't look right."

Alister said.

He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment and pressed it on Ivan's shoulder.

His palm was as cold as ever, like a dead man's hand, but his touch still managed to pull Ivan's floating soul back from the dark nightmare.

"Hmm..." Ai Wen sucked in air from his lips to calm himself down.

After a few seconds, he was much better.

"I think I'm just a little mentally ill." He glanced at Alister and considered his words, "I didn't sleep well last night... I found out that my mentor died again today."

Alister's eyes wandered around Ivan's face, and Ivan didn't know what he was thinking of, but the latter's eyes became a little weird.

"That was just an accident. Accidents always happen, not to mention that your mentor is raising a deformed triangle devil."

Just seeing Alister's expression, Ivan knew that he might be thinking wrong.

But he couldn't argue more.

"Yes, it was just an accident." Ivan said.

(No, maybe it wasn't an accident?) However, the voice that had been suppressed by him for a long time was chattering in the bottom of his heart.

"And thank you, Alister."

Ivan thanked Alister.

Sure enough, Alister's face flushed red again, and he finally didn't pull Ivan to continue the topic of the mentor and the Triangle Demon.

However, the news given by Alister is indeed not nonsense.

Aiwen soon got more precise information from his new mentor.

"Well, I don't know what experiments your original mentor did, but he did make something quite amazing—to be honest, it's almost hard to imagine that that incompetent person could do it."

Master Doug poured a can full of sugar into his teacup, then stirred the black tea that had almost turned into gel, and said to Ivan.

Compared with Ivan's former mentor, Master Doug is much younger.

There are two very thin lines at the corners of his eyes, and his temples are slightly white, but the rest of his hair is still black. His facial features are quite classical, and there always seems to be a casual smile on his lips—when talking about that unlucky The smile quickly turned mean.

"The bottom floor is the kennel you stayed in before... Sorry, did I insult the kennel... Well, don't care about it, anyway, that place has completely become a restricted area now. From that guy and that group The mist permeating from Little Triangle has been spreading... Huh, probably destroyed three, no, four puppets, but not even a single fragment came back. God knows how many arrays we have to consume to match the latitude of that area with the The mage tower was cut..."

Doug muttered endlessly, gulping down the mixture of black tea and sugar.

Aiwen stood silently in front of the test bench, helping him prepare various potions accurately and quickly.

He did not respond to stay with his current mage.

Although on the surface, Master Doug is much more amiable than his former mentor, but from another perspective, the former is more difficult to deal with than the latter.

At least for Evan.

"Kick-"

Aiwen heard the sound of the black tea cup being placed on the table.

His fingers trembled slightly, almost destroying a tube of precious unicorn blood.

"Oh, take it easy."

Accompanied by a whisper that could only be described as frivolous anyway, Master Doug reached out from behind him and stabilized the test tube at Ivan's fingertips.

"I'm very sorry."

Alvin lowered his eyes and said softly.

"It's okay," Doug said.

His breath made Ivan involuntarily think of the tongue of the giant toad.

That sticky, disgusting-smelling meatball.

"Aren't you curious?"

Doug said.

"Curious what?"

Aiwen responded flatly, and he walked away from the mage under the guise of taking the materials.Thank goodness Doug didn't follow.

He just leaned against the test bench, smiling and staring at Ivan.

"Your mentor...you should have seen it? The way the triangular devil did that thing to him—by the way, some of those rumors were true, the little triangle was born in his stomach If it wasn't for the damned mist, you hapless little apprentices would be busy trying to dig out the larvae of the triangular devil in the cracks of the bricks."

"Someone blocked me and I didn't see anything."

Ivan replied, and he started to prepare another bottle of unicorn blood again.

Doug was silent for a while, but he kept looking at Ivan.

"Hey, you know what? There are several senior mages who have made suggestions..."

When Doug spoke again, his voice changed.

Aiwen can clearly distinguish the malice contained in it.

"Maybe we should send a few mage apprentices down to see what's going on. You know, although apprentices are always fragile, they are much more flexible than golems."

"..."

Ivan listened in silence, without any pause in the movements of his fingers.

"Okay, my poor little one, let's see how scared you are. Don't worry, as long as you are smart enough, you won't be chosen by those people to die."

The test tube in his hand was taken away by the mage Doug again. This time Ivan was sure that the unicorn blood in the test tube would deteriorate due to improper operation.

"Okay, you can go now, think about what I said, my lovely student."

Doug sent Ivan out of his laboratory after making sure that Ivan would not respond to him.

At the last moment of closing the door, Ivan glanced at Doug.

In Doug's eyes, Ivan seemed to see his own reflection.

It's no wonder that Doug felt that he was afraid of something, Ivan's current appearance was not good.

His face was still so pale, as if he had been bled. In just a few days, Ivan lost a lot of weight, which made his sunken eyes become more colorful.

In the eyes of outsiders, Aiwen is obviously in a fragile state of trance.

Of course, the trance is real.

But Ivan's mentor seemed to have misunderstood something.

He wasn't actually afraid—in fact, he didn't even feel disgusted as he stood here facing the harassment from the high-level mages.

He was just plain tired.

Compared with the mage, there are other... indescribable, indescribable things... that bother him more.

It's like-

【"Da... da da... da..."】

appeared again.

Ai Wen suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils contracted, and he heard the weird friction sound again, coming from the other side of the door that gradually narrowed until it was completely closed.