The strongest magician on earth [holographic]

While in the lair, I saw a statue. "

"What statue?" An Ke asked.

Nova hesitated for a while, "I don't know if you recognize him... But when I was in the Holy See, I read his file. It seems to be a dark mage who absconded many years ago. It seems to be called Lan or something?"

An Ke was stunned, and after a while, he squeezed out a name between his teeth: "Lantis?"

"Yes, that's the name!" Nova suddenly realized, "So you know the boss?"

Roland on the side: "..."

???

Why are you getting involved with me again?

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

"Crack it!"

An Ke was sorting out the scattered items on the ground. Hearing Nova's words, he couldn't help but squeeze a piece of undead dead wood into pieces.

"Know? Why don't you know." An Ke's voice was full of anger, and he sneered, "I know you too well."

"If he has anything to do with that dark elf..."

The anger that surged up from An Ke almost burned his sanity.

The dark sacrificial bead, even among the dark mage group, is something that no one dares to touch.

After many years, I heard news about Landis again, and it was actually related to this vicious and evil ritual magic.

Thinking that this dark sacrificial bead might be instigated by Landis, An Ke couldn't control his anger. He wished he could use a big prophecy to find Landis's location, and then rushed over to kill the person who owned it. The man with sea blue eyes caught him back and asked him how dare he was?

Roland also felt An Ke's anger, and he hurried over and said, "It doesn't necessarily mean that there is a statue, maybe it's a misunderstanding..."

An Ke looked over coldly, and Roland shut his mouth wisely.

Roland is also suffering and can't tell.

Who is that dark elf? !

Fuck, whose statue you put is not good, why put mine?

This time I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it.

He could clearly feel that An Ke was in a bad mood, so Noah didn't dare to talk too much, he quickly yelled, and then ran away without a trace while An Ke didn't notice him.

Roland: "..."

You are such a broom star!

Don't you understand that there is no right to speak without investigation?

Now Roland couldn't sit still anymore. After Nova left, he said to An Ke, "I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do. I'll go offline first."

He also wanted to investigate what was going on.

Roland was more eager than An Ke to find out what happened because he was blamed for nothing.

"Um……"

Roland was worried when he heard An Ke's muffled response.

He froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand hesitantly, "Are you... crying?"

An Ke turned his face away and remained silent.

Roland really panicked now, "You, don't cry..."

An Ke sniffed, "I didn't cry."

He tried his best to hide his mood swings, not wanting to be so embarrassing in front of his disciples, but the constant surge of anger, grievances, and other inexplicable emotions overwhelmed him, making An Ke unable to maintain his calm any longer expression.

He turned his head, trying to pretend not to care, but still shed tears.

Landis.

How can he do this?How dare he do this?

An Ke kept telling himself in his heart that maybe it was just a misunderstanding as Roland said, maybe it was just a coincidence, and this evil ritual magic had nothing to do with Landis.

But there was another voice asking him, what if it really mattered?

What if Landis really embarked on an evil path later on?

Could he really... kill him with his own hands?

Roland looked at An Ke at a loss.

The tears that the young man shed, as well as the unconcealable fragility, broke Roland's heart.

He wished he could tell An Ke now that he was Landis and that he had nothing to do with that dark elf.

But his lips moved, but he still didn't say anything.

After a long time, Roland slowly stretched out his hand, and gently hugged the young man in front of him into his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry."

Roland patted the boy on the back, "Don't cry, An Ke..."

An Ke still looks like the boy he used to be. Compared with the long life span of the great magister, he can only be regarded as a child at his current age.

Roland hugged him gently, and could even feel An Ke's thin body under the wide magician's robe.

thinner than before.

Did he really eat well...

Roland thought silently.

After a while, An Ke pushed Roland away.

"I'm sorry." An Ke's eyes were red, and his face was also red.

It's really embarrassing, crying like this in front of my apprentice.

Roland stared at him for a while, then sighed and did not speak.

It should be me who should say sorry.