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The white flame, which Sarah, Betty, and Chelsea didn't know, knew its true identity from Olivia. Cynthia put away a trace of laziness in her heart, and was about to ask Olivia more about this white flame. When the message of the white flame came, a hurricane suddenly rolled her up and sent her to the ground.

Olivia's voice appeared along with the hurricane, a little coldly, "It's late at night, let's leave on your own."

Cynthia: "..."

Olivia patiently and detailedly introduced the Goddess of Light and the power of light to herself, wasn't it just to test whether she would use this ability?

How did you see her throwing her down after using the white flame?

Shouldn't they discuss this power of light in more depth next?

Cynthia was full of doubts. She stood there in a daze and couldn't react. She squinted her eyes and stared at the white figure on the bridge. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind. She didn't know what she thought of. She lowered her head and touched her nose. The expression is a little subtle.

Although it was unbelievable to say it, she felt that Olivia's behavior was a bit like revenge for her absent-mindedness just now.

Thinking of this, Cynthia felt a little funny again. She shook her head slightly, couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, and whispered to herself, "You have a cute personality."

Although Olivia looked cold, arrogant and serious, she didn't expect to be as self-willed as a child. I don't know how old she is. I heard that elves have a long life span. Cynthia looked up and looked at the end Bridge, chuckled, turned and left.

Polly jumped onto the bridge after Cynthia left. She walked up to Olivia and looked down. The elf's superior eyesight allowed her to see Cynthia at a glance. She asked curiously: " Your Majesty, can this protoss use the spell of light?"

The elf she sent to follow Cynthia came back the day before yesterday and brought back a leaf that had been burned by the power of light. According to the elf, she also saw that the protoss could use a white flame.

Olivia was silent for a while, then slowly opened the palm she had been holding, and the small flame left by Cynthia appeared in front of Polly.

Poli's eyes widened, and she said in surprise: "It's really the power of light. Have the protoss already researched the magic of light? Is there anyone in their clan who can use the magic of light?"

The great light spell is the light spell that the Goddess of Light loves to use most. It has a wide range and great power.

Olivia frowned, stared at Little Flame and said in a low voice: "I don't know yet."

She threw people down before asking Cynthia these questions.

But she doesn't admit it's revenge.

"It's late at night, I'll take her back to rest." Olivia said lightly.

Polly looked up at the sky, blinked, and followed Olivia and said, "It's really late."

Olivia glanced at her sideways, Polly received the cue, and tactfully found a reason to leave.

The night wind was noisy on the bridge, and the vines were shaken by the blowing, but it didn't affect Olivia at all, and the night wind also spontaneously avoided her, her light green long hair hanging obediently around her waist Below the buttocks, the tail of the hair is slightly raised.

Olivia held the small flame left by Cynthia with one hand, and held the other hand in the air, grabbing a cloud of white mist.

She stared down at the two powers of light, her first smile tonight appeared on her face.

The power of light contained in the white flame used by Cynthia is much stronger than the white mist she caught, and this flame state clearly represents that it is already an offensive spell form, rather than a pure light element .

This is the difference between the power of light condensed by the protoss favored by the goddess of light and the power of light condensed by her elf.

Olivia dispersed the white mist, then reached out to grab the white flame in her hand, feeling the faint burning sensation from above, she whispered: "I knew the Protoss would not be useless."

Although other races have always been skeptical about whether the Protoss is a race created by the Goddess of Light, Olivia is not like this. She has always believed that the appearance of the Protoss must be related to the Goddess of Light.

Different gods have their own preferences when creating races, elves and werewolves are obvious examples.

Apart from the obvious feature of silver hair and golden eyes, the protoss are almost no different from the human race created by the goddess of light.

This is obviously the preference of the Goddess of Light.

Next time we meet, she will ask Cynthia about the power of light and the Protoss, if... her attitude is more serious than this time.

Even the second-generation vampires didn't dare to use such a casual attitude when facing her. Olivia's impression of Cynthia changed from being too gentle to being too lazy.

Olivia put away the flame, turned around, walked to the wooden table and sat down, raised her hand to pick up the bottle containing nectar, and was about to pour herself a cup, but found that there was only the cup of nectar left on the table that Cynthia hadn't finished. The cup she took out for herself when pouring nectar for Cynthia disappeared.

Olivia: "..."

Cynthia, who accidentally walked away from Olivia's cup, was walking out of the woods under the guidance of the enthusiastic elf girl. The cups used by elves are all wooden, and Cynthia's own cup is very common, but Olivia The cup Livia herself used was somewhat delicate.

Very special violet color, the cup is thin and tall, carved with hollowed-out arabesque patterns, and clusters of small flowers are carved where the vines interweave, lifelike, delicate and gorgeous.

Cynthia thought it was a work of art.

Seeing that Cynthia lowered her head occasionally, the elf girl took a closer look curiously, and said in surprise, "Hey, isn't this the cup of our Queen?"

"Her Majesty usually only drinks nectar from this cup, why is it in your hand?"

"It was given to me by Her Majesty the Queen." Cynthia put the cup into the space gem and said without changing expression.

She happened to be holding this cup in her hand when she was thrown down by the hurricane, so it wasn't her stealing it, it was just a gift from Olivia.

Although Olivia herself may not agree with this point of view.

Cynthia pursed her lips and smiled, and she caught a glimpse of the elf girl who seemed to be suspicious, so she naturally changed the subject, "How long will it take to go out?"

"Ah, it's almost there." The elf girl jumped to the top of the tree to look for the road, and her attention was successfully diverted. "Are you tired, Cynthia?"

"It's okay, thank you."

"It's all right." The elf girl jumped to Cynthia's side, approached her and said with a smile, "You smell really good."

"It's a pity that my twin flowers haven't bloomed yet, otherwise I would have invited you to play in our territory." The tone of the elf girl was full of regret.

This was the second time she had heard twin flowers and invitations put together. Cynthia noticed something, and instead of answering rashly, she smiled with her lips curled up, and then distanced herself from the elf girl without a trace.

As soon as she walked out of the woods, Cynthia heard Chelsea and Eunice's fierce quarrel. Cynthia looked around and saw that there was really no space for her to rest, so she had no choice but to walk there.

"It's a family rule to prohibit contact with the power of darkness. Camille is your younger sister. Since you brought her out, teach her well." Chelsea said with a cold face, with a hint of anger, "Otherwise, send her back."

They had been arguing for a long time, and Eunice wiped the blade of the dagger with her fingers impatiently, without raising her eyelids, she sneered, "If you think I didn't teach her well, then send her back."

"Why are you yelling at me?" She pursed her lips, "It's not me who raised the monsters."

Chelsea's face sank, "She is your sister."

Eunice sneered, "Why, I'm her older sister, so I will be kicked out of the witch clan if she breaks the clan rules?"

When the two of them were arguing, Camille stood by the side holding her skeleton mouse, lowering her head and kicking the stones under her feet.

Chelsea glanced at the unrepentant Camille, and became even more angry, "Camille!"

Camille raised her head and looked at Chelsea innocently with wide eyes.

"You raise a monster, I can think you are young so I am curious, but what do you mean by throwing the monster at Cynthia? If she does not dodge in time, you will kill her like this."

Apart from being angry at Camille for secretly raising monsters, Chelsea was even more angry at Anderson's disregard for life.

Camille is not yet ten years old, but she is as cold-blooded as Eunice.

Camille hugged the skeleton mouse and said nothing. Eunice couldn't bear Chelsea's admonishing tone, and said sarcastically, "She's weak, so she still blames the monster for being too powerful? If she dies, she'll die sooner or later anyway. Will die at the hands of the blood race."

"Death deserves it."

"Eunice!" An angry voice came from behind them. Eunice's expression froze, and her body stood up straight spontaneously. Camille's hand holding the skeleton rat trembled slightly.

Betty ran over angrily and stared at Eunice, "What are you talking about, Eunice!"

Eunice scratched her hair irritably, and didn't stop looking at Betty's expression at the beginning. The arrogance when facing Chelsea shrank back after Betty appeared.

Cynthia almost walked over with Betty. Betty wanted to say something, but after seeing Cynthia, she could only temporarily swallow her words.

Cynthia didn't seem to notice the atmosphere of fire and medicine between them, with a faint smile on her face as usual, she pointed to the bluestone next to her, and said softly: "Sorry for disturbing you, because only this Rest beside a rock."

Betty was a little embarrassed facing Cynthia, and whispered: "It's okay."

Cynthia smiled at her, then walked past Eunice and Camille as if nothing had happened, and sat down by the bluestone to rest.

The bluestone was only a dozen meters away from Betty and the others. Although Betty lowered her voice after Cynthia left, Cynthia could still hear their quarrel.

She shook her head slightly, no longer put her mind there, but chanted a spell in a low voice, and fell into deep thought as she watched the flame appearing in her palm.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps came, and Cynthia came back to her senses. She turned her head and found that it was Betty.

Betty walked up to Cynthia and sat down next to Cynthia with a guilty expression on her face, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I apologize to you on Camille's behalf."

At a distance of more than one meter from them, Camille stood there alone crying out of breath. Her facial features were [-]% similar to Eunice's, which made her cry very distressingly. It only looks like a child.

But her tears did not move Cynthia, but Cynthia would not be serious with their clansmen in the witch team, she looked at Camille's red eyes and Betty's guilty expression, and said softly: "Okay, I Accept the apology, you don't have to feel too guilty."

She raised her hand and patted Betty's shoulder, "Isn't something wrong with me?"

Although Cynthia was very tolerant, Betty was still very guilty. She hugged her knees and tilted her head to stare at Cynthia for a while, then said suddenly: "By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet. I heard from Chelsea that the flame power you developed can at least kill A blood family of seven generations."

She admired her face, "You are amazing, Cynthia."

"Actually, I should thank you." Cynthia brushed the silver hair that ran to the side of her face behind her ears, leaned back against the bluestone slightly, looked at Betty and said with a smile: "Without the spell you taught me, I wouldn't be able to use this spell." kind of flame."

She is really grateful to Betty.

Betty blinked, and said happily: "Are those spells so useful?" She straightened up, excitedly, "Then I will teach you some more."

As she said that, she began to look through her own space gems, took out many spell books of their witch clan recording witchcraft, and stuffed them all at Cynthia, "See which one you are interested in, and I will teach you."

The witchcraft in these books range from elementary to advanced, and some of them are about magic circles. Cynthia suspected that Betty had taken out all her books. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "It doesn't matter if you give them all." Is it? This is the witchcraft that your witch clan has passed down for many years, and the elders in your clan will blame you if they find out."

After all, she is a protoss and an outsider. This witchcraft spell is the result of thousands of years of research by the witches.

Betty thought about it seriously with her chin propped, and then suddenly smiled, her eyes were clear and bright, "It's okay, you are not a witch, so you can't use witchcraft even if I teach you."

"And the spell you realized from the witchcraft spell is not witchcraft in essence." She smiled slyly, "It is your own spell."

"So the elder has no reason to blame me."