I'm not a magician

The roses in Demon King City are fragrant and have vines, which are most suitable for embellishing the simple and gorgeous castle.However, at this time, they were tightly bound by Ivan to the priest's body bit by bit.

Aiwen lowered his head, watching the priest writhing and struggling on the ground with cold eyes. The small thorns on the vines pierced the holy robe, scratched the skin, and left bloodstains on the priest's body.

He took out the Dawn staff from his waist, and the white staff was flickering with soft light, like the warmth of the early morning sun falling on the branches.The Dawn staff, which symbolizes love and warmth, draws a perfect circle on the marble pavement, enclosing the priest.

Aiwen is indeed a very talented child. He has only seen this sacrificial circle twice in total.One was before fleeing at the age of five with more than a dozen heavy lives on his back, and the other was the glimpse that destroyed his belief not long ago.

Just these two eyes, the sacrificial circle is above his soul from this moment.

While concentrating on drawing the lines of the magic circle with his staff, he asked the priest whose expression gradually became frightened: "Let me think about it, this magic circle has three layers of magic lines, right?"

Aiwen in this picture looks like a child who is humbly asking for advice...if what he draws in his hand is not a magic circle that takes people's lives.

"The first layer of magic pattern - weak, making it impossible for people in the magic circle to escape."

The priest's struggling movements began to become sluggish, and he felt sincere exhaustion every time he moved—just like the group of teenagers tried their best and gritted their teeth to hold on, digging a hole for little Ivan to escape.

"The second layer of magic pattern - absorb, absorb the magic power and vitality of the trapped person."

The priest opened his mouth in pain, his skin shriveled little by little, and the magic power transformed into bright light spots, lighting up the magic circle on the ground—just like the teenagers who were surrounded by star-like magic light spots back then. All hope of life rests on little Aiwen.

"The third layer of magic pattern - sacrifice, dedicate the collected magic power and vitality to..."

Ai Wen stopped when he drew the symbol in the middle, and he knew that this symbol represented the God of Light.But now he doesn't have the slightest liking for the God of Light, and he doesn't want to sacrifice anything to him at all.

So what if... change the symbol?

Ivan hesitated for a moment, then moved the staff silently, condensing his magic power into an intertwined pattern, embedded in the center of the magic circle.

The sacrificial circle was lit up, and the priest squirmed and wailed in the circle. The pure power was like fluorescent springs, seeping into the complex magic lines, and finally covering Aiwen like sunlight.

Ji Chi, who had been silently watching him from the sidelines, suddenly took a step forward, a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

He saw that Ai Wen's level was increasing rapidly.

【lv.10】

【lv.25】

【lv.30】

Finally, it stopped abruptly at level 35.

Because Aiwen sensed the energy flowing into his body, at that moment, an unprecedented feeling of nausea surged into his heart, his face turned pale, he immediately stopped the magic circle, rushed aside and vomited violently.

The priest was dying at this time, his body was so emaciated that only a layer of skin stretched over the bones.The magician's skeleton is not very tall, making him look like a boy.

Ai Wen supported his knees, vomited and cried, and his tears fell among the flowers, smashing a rose so that his head hung down.

He desperately grabbed the hem of his clothes, as if trying to pull out the magic power absorbed into his body.

Ji Chi stepped forward, silently pressed Ai Wen's thin and trembling shoulders, and sighed deeply: "This is also very good, just treat it as you leading them to live, they will be very happy."

Ai Wen was just crying silently, but after hearing Ji Chi's words, he finally couldn't hold back and slowly knelt on the ground, facing the flickering magic circle with his back, and cried loudly, as if he was venting that he had nowhere to go for so many years It is painful and guilty to say.

This was what Joseph saw when he came out of Lilith's mansion.

Because he is a professor of the magic branch and belongs to the forces of the Battle Academy, in order not to implicate the academy, he did not participate in the dispute between the Demon King City and the Holy See.

During this time, he has been interrogating Antoine in Lilith's dungeon.

It's a pity that An Tuowan didn't dare to reveal the taboo things at all. He seemed to be deeply afraid of something, and he refused to speak up no matter how intimidating or tempting.

Joseph had no choice but to trap Antoine, wanting to bring him back to the Academy of Magic and hand it over to the dean to find a way.

Joseph noticed Ivan who was kneeling and crying bitterly, and thought something happened to him, so he dropped Antoine in fright, and hurried over to see him: "What's wrong with Ivan! Where is the injury? I have medicine here..."

Ji Chi shook his head at Joseph to indicate that it was okay. He leaned over and patted Ivan's thin back: "He's just under too much pressure, just cry."

Ivan stood up slowly with one hand on the ground, raised his arm and wiped his face with his sleeve, and forced a smile: "Yes, I'm fine, Professor Joseph."

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Aiwen still had the energy to say hello, then for no reason, he turned around and scolded Ji Chi: "It must be because you refuse to learn magic! Look at your roommates who are worried about you! "

Ji Chi: "???"

No, what the hell is it related to learning magic again?By the way, you can always be reasonable, okay?

Just like Ji Chi went to learn other professions when he got the chance, Joseph wanted to persuade Ji Chi to learn magic when he got the chance.

Facing this very familiar scene, Ai Wen's thoughts were all dispelled. He lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly, and sure enough, he heard the two people quarrel in place, which they liked to hear.

Joseph: "What's wrong with learning magic! The most powerful man on the continent is the magician! Look at the archangel who is the peak of the magician! Even the holy pharmacists have to kneel to see him!"

Ji Chi: "Ha! Then the most powerful person on the mainland should be a non-magician! Because the archangel is so tall that he kneels to see me!"

Joseph taunted: "Shut up! How dare you say that!"

Ji Chi sneered: "You didn't look at him and now... what the fuck, where is he? Why did he disappear?!"

Yuanyuan popped up at the right time: [Your magic power of the summoned beast has been exhausted, please summon the player again. 】

Ji Chi really didn't notice that the Archangel's MP had bottomed out. This was his mistake, so he could only hold his breath and said, "Wait a minute, I'll call again..."

"Hahaha! You have today too! You have today too!" Hoarse laughter suddenly sounded from the side, attracting everyone's attention.

The magic circle drawn by Ai Wen had long since disappeared, leaving only a priest who was paralyzed on the ground with more air intake and less air output.

But now, Antoine, who was also miserable, moved to the priest's side at some point, and was laughing strangely.

He approached the priest, jumped up and kicked the priest's head vigorously, and the sound of dislocation of the neck bone resounded clearly: "It would be great if you died early in the morning!"

The priest almost died after being kicked by him. He turned his cloudy eyes with difficulty, and when he saw Antoine's bloody face, his pupils trembled: "It's you..."

When Antoine saw the miserable state of the priest, he was so excited that his naked eyes could see that he couldn't even think of a way to escape. He bent down to admire him, and said with a sarcasm, "Didn't you always wait to sacrifice me? Why now? Was it sacrificed by someone else...Father?"

Selfishness and paranoia took up most of Antoine's life, but there were not many people he really hated, only two, one was his mother who was extremely disappointed in him, and the other was the culprit under his feet.

If the priest didn't force the innocent nun, if the priest didn't give him hope and destroy it, if the priest didn't want to bring him up and sacrifice her.

Antoine firmly believes that his life will be infinitely better than it is now, at least he doesn't have to kill the only person who treats him well.

There was madness in Antoine's eyes, and there was a little bit of tears. He beat the priest desperately, regardless of the continuous bursting wounds on his body.

The priest couldn't stand any more torture, and under Antoine's punches and kicks, he soon lost his breath.

Joseph frowned and closed his eyes heavily.

Too many grievances and entanglements have long been unclear, and those who have survived to the present with scars can only go on with nostalgia for the deceased.

The entire army of the Holy See was wiped out, and the Demon King re-enclosed the Demon King's Castle in his arms, and set its special rules again.

The teleportation magic circle from the outside world didn't work here. Joseph used wind magic to imprison Antoine, who had become silent again, and walked towards the exit of the Demon King City.

He stopped, frowned and looked back at Ji Chi: "Are you sure you don't want to go back to the academy with me?"

Afraid that he would continue nagging, Ji Chi quickly shook his head.

Joseph didn't force him to leave, probably because he felt that under the rules of the Demon King City, Ji Chi should be safer.

He nodded: "It's fine, but don't run around, and send it back to the academy immediately after leaving here."

Joseph turned his head and continued walking, stopped after taking two steps, looked back at Ji Chi again, and said angrily, "Don't forget to practice magic!"

Ji Chi: "..."

You are really persistent...

With Archangel's dimensionality reduction blow, Demon King City suffered little loss this time.

The eight-winged fallen angel who had a fatal ending in the previous few weeks also survived, but because he fought too fiercely, he was trapped and beaten by two holy swordsmen, thus losing seven wings.

At this time, Theodore, with the only wing on his back facing the upper left edge, faced Lei Ze and the demon king who were obviously holding back their laughter with a blank face.

Ji Chi came to the door of the Demon King's study and knocked, and as soon as he entered, he saw the branching black wings.

Ji Chi: "Pfft."

Lei Ze couldn't hold back immediately, and laughed aloud: "Hahahaha! I still don't understand what's so good about angel wings hahaha!"

Theodore used to be a pure-bred angel, and he still attached great importance to the symbol of angels. He reminded him in a cold voice: "It's called angel wings."

Lei Ze thought to himself and said in fear: "Fortunately, I was quick at the time, if I accidentally left a wing, it would be too ugly..."

Theodore reminded coldly: "That's called wings."

Lei Ze sighed, and suggested to Theodore: "Anyway, the pure angel's wings will grow again. Why don't you consider cutting this one off and wait for them to grow together?"

Theodore reminded coldly: "Wings."

The devil smiled and waved his hands to stop them from messing around.

He looked at Ji Chi gently, and said: "Saint Claire told me that your training should have a few days left. If you are not in a hurry, you can stay in the Demon King City. On behalf of all the demons, I sincerely invite you to participate." Tonight's Demon King's City Ball."

Ji Chi was taken aback: "Holding a dance party? Is it okay to leave it at the God of Light?"

The smile in the devil's eyes deepened when he heard this: "His loss this time is too great. The senior members of the Holy See who have been trained for so many years are much more precious to him than a residual godhead. After all..."

The Demon King glanced sideways at the map of Demon Sword Continent, and his eyes turned cold: "He is not a real god, he controls himself while controlling the world, and now that so many arrogant minions have been cut off, it is impossible for him to be a god." It can only be regarded as a crab without legs."

This is good news for Ji Chi. Although the controlling power of the God of Light does not work for him, he is a god after all, and it would be too risky to confront him too early.

"Oh, by the way, I also want to tell you some good news." Lei Ze suddenly smiled and said to Ji Chi, "The Holy See is in a panic now, and anyone is willing to use it... If there is no accident, I am lucky that I did not participate in this If I act, I will become the bishop of Saint Tri King City."

Lei Ze looked at Ji Chi compassionately, and made a sign of the cross on his chest: "Praise my God."

"Hahaha!" Lei Ze laughed halfway through the demonstration, then slowly sank his expression, was silent for a while, and said softly, "I'm still curious, where did the twins get the source of darkness? I have been searching for a long time...but now my premonition is getting stronger and stronger, and I will find the answer in the Holy See."

Lei Ze regained his strength not long after he was depressed: "But there is no rush~ I have a lot of time and freedom now, enough to figure everything out!"

As he spoke, he touched the pendant hanging on his chest, where a flower of soul tears that bloomed forever was sealed, as if asking the devil to erase the withered rules from the flower.

The light reflected from the pendant caught the Demon King's eyes, which reminded him of one thing.

The Demon King took out another scroll from his arms, which was different from the one he wanted to give to Ji Chi at the time: "Just accept this, it's not something expensive, after all you don't need a summoning scroll..."

The devil thought of the invincible Ake Anji again, and his heart was extremely complicated.As the pinnacle of the Summoner profession, he still couldn't figure out how one person could summon that one!It's just unreasonable...

Ji Chi didn't refuse this time, took the scroll and opened it to have a look.

The shape of a nightingale was drawn with red strokes on the scroll, and when it was opened, the light shone brightly, and a fluffy little nightingale flew out, landed on the top of Ji Chi's head, and chirped joyfully.

Ji Chi stood against Little Nightingale and looked at the Demon King in puzzlement.

The Demon King smiled and said, "The Nightingale sings on a moonlit night, leading lost souls to freedom. This is the way to and from the Demon King's City. You just need to open this scroll on a moonlit night, and the Nightingale will bring you here immediately."

The Demon King looked at Ji Chi seriously, and for the first time did not call him someone from another world: "Ji Chi, you are always welcome in the Demon King's City."