I'm not a magician

Brandon's mind was very confused. Although he had vague thoughts before, when he actually found out, he still felt stuffy in his heart.

He turned his face away, not wanting to look at Ivan, and said rather sadly: "Yes, I didn't want to come. But if I didn't come today, when will you assassinate me..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ai Wen move his arm, closed his eyes and said more sadly: "Why did you become like this, Ai Wen? I, I didn't do anything, and I still regard you as a very good friend , why do you want to kill me..."

Brandon was aggrieved and confused, his eyes and nose were red, and the more he spoke, the more sad he became, and the truth that he would never say at ordinary times poured out with his emotions.

The old butler was still watching Aiwen's every move vigilantly, but he relaxed after watching, and almost laughed out loud because of his young master.

Brandon heard a vaguely suppressed laugh, and slowly raised his head: ...?

Ivan was the one who was most confused, he raised his hand slightly, looked at Brandon inexplicably, and really didn't understand what kind of miserable picture he had imagined: "I also want to know, why should I kill you? "

Brandon didn't quite believe it: "Then you, then why are you—"

A flash of lightning interrupted Brandon's words. He hastily drew out his long sword and shrank his neck to block the attack.However, Ivan quickly chanted a spell in a low voice, a corner of the magic circle beside him flickered, and a solid wall of light suddenly stood up a few steps away from Brandon!

Light and electricity collided with each other, and the crackling light spots and electric sparks exploded, making half of the people in the arena couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their eyes——

Aiwen frowned when he saw this, and didn't want to explore the rich inner activities of the young master. He stepped forward and grabbed Brandon's arm, complaining a bit: "Hurry up! I'll take you out, it's too dangerous here! If you Tell me in advance that you are coming to the arena, and I will definitely not let you stay here!"

Before the riot happened, Aiwen had already used various excuses to send everyone he knew off the field. He thought he could control everything, but when he suddenly met Brandon, he still had a strong fear in his heart.

No matter how well prepared he is, there is still no guarantee that the accident will happen.

Brandon suddenly shook off his hand, took a few steps back, and said angrily, "I won't leave! Ji Chi and the others are still inside! Aren't they dangerous? Don't you care about them at all?" ?"

Ai Wen stagnated, and his voice sank: "Do you miss me so much..."

Aiwen pursed his lips, and moved a little faster. He took out his staff and waved it quickly on the magic circle. The bright lights were intertwined, and it was about to form a clear exit. He whispered: "The center of the arena is a safe Yes, how could I let them have an accident."

A light mouth shining with faint white light appeared on the side, and Ivan looked back at Brandon, with urging and a little downcast in his eyes, and said softly: "You go out first, I won't let them get hurt, and... ...I'm not a gladiolus-"

"There! Is that the exit of the magic circle? It's on the west side of the arena!"

"Yes! And the one next to him is the magician who arranged the magic circle! I saw him! It's the guy in the black cloak!"

"Hurry up! Don't let him go!"

Attracted by the flashing light, many nobles noticed this corner. They had accumulated a lot of anger and fear, and rushed towards the west like a group of moths seeing the flame!

Aiwen glanced back, not too nervous, but tried harder to push Brandon out, his voice unconsciously tinged with a bit of sternness: "Hurry up and get out!"

Brandon was pushed by him silently. Seeing that his toes were about to touch the exit, he suddenly turned around lightly, hooked and missed with his right foot, and tripped Ivan's leg.

Ivan tripped over him unpreparedly, staggered a little, and then widened his eyes in surprise, watching Brandon push his chest lightly, and the horizontal sword stood in front of him.

Brandon did not know when he already had the demeanor of an excellent fighter. The appearance of holding a sword in both hands was very similar to the appearance of Ji Chi in the forest of the dark night.

The young master glanced at him sideways, snorted with the corners of his mouth pulled, and asked not at all tenderly: "You forgot that we will always stand by your side, right?"

Aiwen's eyes turned red in an instant. He was so familiar with this sentence. Just the night before Ji Chi moved out of the dormitory, he had already hidden this sentence in his heart, recalled it over and over again, and learned more from it. courage.

"Who are you? Go away! Let me kill him!"

"Sure enough, they are humble and brutal civilians! I should have killed you all if I knew it earlier!"

"Go to hell! Dirty thing!"

When Brandon saw the ferocious faces, they almost lost their minds. There was an ominous blood-red light wrapped around their bodies, and they turned into muddy monsters. As long as someone blocked them, they would attack wantonly, ignoring whether they were Not the "hateful civilian" in mind.

The young master frowned and stared at the red light on their bodies: "That's..."

Ai Wen explained softly: "It's a trial. I drew a psychedelic magic circle on the ground, which can bring back the worst memories in everyone's heart... The more innocent people they kill, the heavier the trial, The mind is getting more and more unclear."

Ai Wen said as he glanced at the white and clean young master: "We are all in the middle of a trial, and I can't control this magic circle myself."

Brandon was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood that Ivan was explaining that his body was also clean without a trace of red light.

Brandon finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, his little friend was not too wrong. After a while, he suddenly discovered that a red light as thin as a hair floated from not far away and stopped on Ai Wen's body. before, dancing lightly around his waist.

Ivan also saw it, his blue eyes trembling, and the strong emotions in his eyes were struggling.

"Is this what you hoped for!" Brandon suddenly yelled at Ivan angrily. He turned the long sword half a circle and shot a red-faced nobleman with a smooth surface, "You don't want to Is it right to do this!"

There were more and more red lights on Ai Wen's body, and in the direction where the red lights came, a sharp cry of a child suddenly appeared!He trembled violently, and couldn't help but galloped in that direction!

But it was almost too late, a noble lady had completely lost her sanity, her body was covered with glaring blood, her eyes were also blood red, and she pinched her three or five-year-old child high, and stuck her long and sharp nails into it. On the tender skin of the child's neck, traces of blood trickled down the fingertips.

"Hahahaha! That's it! Cry again! I like the child who cries the loudest!" She laughed wantonly, obviously not recognizing that the one who was tormenting now was her precious child.

The child's complexion gradually turned purple, and his crying became weaker, which somehow angered her, her eyes sharpened, and her fingers were about to pinch that weak neck!

Swish - A flash of black sword light interrupted Aiwen's anxious chanting, Ji Chi caught the falling child with the crook of the hand holding the long sword, and with a little force with the other hand, he cut the child The falling arm broke off the child's neck.

He casually tossed the blood-dripping arm far away, took out a shiny red potion bottle from the magic pouch around his waist, gently bit open the cork with his teeth, and dripped the potion into the child's weakly breathing lips.

The potion gave off a relaxing herbal fragrance, and the child's face was relieved. Looking at the handsome and peaceful face in front of him, he blinked and fell asleep in fear and peace of mind.

The lady of the nobleman regained her sanity slightly in a burst of pain. She clutched her broken arm and screamed a few times, then stared at the boy in front of her with fear and hatred: "What did you do?! Put down my child! I must kill you—"

Ji Chi waved his long sword expressionlessly, cutting off the ear-piercing screams cleanly.

The gleam of blood on Ai Wen's body had disappeared. He didn't pay attention to this, but clenched his fingertips, looked at Ji Chi nervously, and mumbled his lips a few times, not knowing what to say.

Ji Chi walked up to him and looked at him calmly with his dark pupils. Just when Ai Wen couldn't help but flinch, Ji Chi stuffed the sleeping child on his arms into his arms.

"You regret it." Ji Chi said with certainty, his eyes were like sharp swords cutting through the disguise that Ai Wen tried his best to cover up, "You can't do this at all."

"That's right..." Ji Chi suddenly smiled at him, "After so many years of being a silly kid who would rather hurt himself than save others, how could he have the courage to do bad things?"

Ai Wen hurriedly hugged the child, looking at him helplessly.

"But Aiwen." Ji Chi swung a fireball to the side without looking at it, blasting several devil-like blood-red hideous people into ashes. In the bloody fire, he stared at him closely, "No We don't believe you, it's you who don't believe us, what are you afraid of?"

"Let me guess." Under Ai Wen's terrified eyes, Ji Chi swung his long sword casually, spilling the blood stained on the sword, "You are afraid of us, you are afraid that we will get hurt."

"So you want to use all means to face the Holy See by yourself?" Seeing that Aiwen's face turned pale for a moment, Ji Chi rubbed his head hard, and said through gritted teeth, "You really...will settle accounts with you later. "