The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

Before Pound answered, Lance added, "As far as I know, the colleges are responsible for the rescue assignment this time, and there are players from Glory Santo'an and Fernandez in the field, so, for the time being, Pound Should it be okay to leave?"

"I'm just here to join in the fun," Pound nodded, "Please tell me, Your Excellency Lance?"

After the division of labor was confirmed, the light magicians of other colleges did not always stand by the arena, and only Pound showed up every time.

"It's not convenient here, please come down here," Lance turned slightly sideways, indicating the direction to leave.

Pound thought it might be something about the auction house; "Midnight Gem" was still on sale at the auction house, so he nodded, and started to follow Lance.No need to ask, Funk naturally followed Pound.

Lance had foreseen it a long time ago. His handsome features were a little heavy, and he paused on purpose. After looking at Funk, he said to Pound, "Excuse me, I hope I can discuss this matter with Your Excellency Pound alone."

Pound was slightly taken aback, they had always entered and exited together in front of Lance, regardless of each other.Without looking back, Pound also knew that Funk's brows should be frowned.The assassination incident a while ago, even if the reason is understood now, no one guarantees that it will not continue to happen. In the past few days, Funk still insisted on following up, and Pound did not forget that he had promised this matter.

"What are your considerations, Lord Lance?" Pound asked, "For me, funk is absolutely trustworthy, and you don't have to worry about it, Lord Lance."

Lance stared closely at Pound's expression, as if he wanted to find something out of it, "The friendship between the two is enviable. However, I still have some matters, and I want to ask His Excellency Pound's opinion in private... From the standpoint of a light-type magician .”

As soon as Lance mentioned the light system, Pound immediately thought of physical problems.In line with Lance's somewhat weird performance recently; some anxiety and some absent-mindedness, but it seems right.If it involves physical illness, Pound can understand that it doesn't matter whether it is leaked or not. Some conditions are better as few people know about them.

Pang De didn't ask any more questions, and raised his hand, "Then please lead the way."

"Go together," Funk immediately grabbed Pound's arm and frowned, "You promised yourself."

Pound naturally knew what Funk was referring to, and he didn't want to stop Funk from following. Instead, he let Funk confirm his surroundings, and it was better to persuade him to stay away and fulfill Lance's request.But before Pound opened his mouth, it was Lance who said first, "I think, no matter how close the friendship between the two is, it needs a certain amount of love and respect. Don't you think so, Your Excellency Walrick?"

When Pang De heard this, he frowned slightly while being surprised.They were discussing what Lance had asked for, and Lance was questioning the funk for himself; when he didn't need it.

Pound was a little displeased, but he didn't want to explain more, he just replied for Funk, "Your Excellency*, I will be sure. Funk will not hear our conversation, if you have such doubts."

Lance still stubbornly said, "So, Lord Volrick still has to go together? You can't separate for just a moment?" Although the words were answered by Pound, his eyes were looking straight at Funk.

Funk, who was so provocative, of course took a step forward, "What do you mean?"

Pound blocked the funk for the first time, and was really surprised at the same time.He wondered why Lance was being aggressive, but the answer to Lance's question was a no-brainer.

"If your Excellency is really interested, there is no need to force it." Pound said lightly, "After returning to Fandexi, I can help you contact Master Sol, and it will be more considerate for the master to explain your doubts."

Lance seemed shocked when he heard the words, and then he returned a little calm, "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. I didn't intend to target Lord Volrick. I'm just a little impatient. I'm grateful that Lord Pound is willing to take the time to talk. Don't dare to delay Master, this way please." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Pound's response, he turned around in a hurry and walked towards the exit of the arena.

Pound was quite surprised, but seeing that Lance seemed to have returned to his previous politeness, he still followed, but at this time Funk held his wrist.Funk frowned in Pound's ear and whispered, "Are you still going? He's a little weird, so be careful."

Pound looked at Funk, and wanted to talk about Funk's nervousness, but seeing the blunt worry on Funk's face, Pound changed his mind, and instead held the hand that was holding him. "I know."

And Lance, who turned his head to check whether the two were following, bumped into this scene, and looked away again as if to avoid it.

***

Ten minutes later, Lance took the two of them to the outer building of the arena, which was quite secluded.Lance said briefly that this is a rest space allocated to players from various schools, so there are personnel standing guard near the door of the room, and there is no doubt about safety.After Lance said so, Pound still asked Funk to check the inside and outside of the rest room, and then let Funk stay in the small hall outside the door, and went in with Lance for a "secret room talk".

As soon as the door was closed, Pound asked without delay, "What's the matter, Your Excellency Lance, you can talk about it now?"

At this time, Lance gave a wry smile, and said softly, "At least let's sit down and talk in detail, please," he pointed to two locations in the corner of the room, which are the places farthest from the door.

Pound did not refuse, and acted according to his words. After taking his seat, he saw Lance, who had seemed aggressive just now, but now he slowly made a pot of tea on the coffee table between the two, his handsome facial features were a bit dark , I can see that I am worried.

This expression made Pound decide to forgive Lance for what was wrong just now, so he spoke first, "Mr. Kono has a physical problem?"

When Lance heard this, he showed his first smile, "Thank you for your concern, Grandpa--" Then Lance talked about some recent changes in Kono's physical strength. This topic seemed safe and easy for Lance, so Pang De knew he had guessed wrong.

Then the topic turned to the contestants. Lance commented that the meaning of the light magic spell is very different for the elderly and the young. It's just a psychological effect.Because young people's bodies are already at their peak, no matter how "activated" they are, the effect is limited.

And Pound welcomes these as usual chat topics, but right now, Pound has a strong feeling that Lance is stalling for time.He didn't understand Lance's intentions, but he was sure he didn't want to continue to accompany him. Just when Pang De decided to ask "what's your business", Lance finally said slowly with a determined expression, "... I saw the magic lines on the back of your neck."

When Pang De heard it, he was surprised, but his expression did not change, he just waited for Lance's next statement.

Lance also paid great attention to Pound, staring at Pound and said word by word,

"And I speculate that Lord Volrick outside the door should be the owner of the magic pattern."

Pound was silent for a few seconds, and at the same time looked at Lance for a few seconds, before saying lightly, "Is this why you insist on keeping us here?"

Pound didn't immediately deny the answer, and Lance nodded confidently, "Because I have to find an opportunity to tell you that you can have a better choice!"

"Choose?" Pound looked at Lance.

"Yes, although I don't know the whole story of how your Excellency became a magweave servant," Lance said firmly with his eyes brightened, "but compared to Woerrick outside the door, I can definitely provide you with a more free and visionary life." The future! Your ability is so outstanding, you are the most talented light magician I have ever seen, not to mention the talent and talent for judging the situation, you should have a bigger stage and space! I am willing to do my best to help you Transfer the magic pattern!"

"Transfer magic pattern?" Pound smiled, beautiful but dangerous.

Lance sensed Pound's outstanding aura and eagerly added,

"Your Excellency may think that I have evil intentions, but it is absolutely not! You can ask any Pan-Desi citizen, the right-hand man who has always been trusted by the Patriarch of the Potts family, most of them are connected with the Potts family in the form of magweave servants." !They have the same rights and glory as the Bozi people, and they also have the respect and trust of previous patriarchs. Both your thoughtfulness and your response impress me, and you are even more indebted to the Potts family! I cannot ignore your plight no matter what..."

But Pound didn't wait for the eloquent Lance to finish, and he got up from his seat decisively, "Thank you, but you are too worried. I don't have any "difficulties", and I don't need your "help". This matter, then I think there is no need to waste our respective time.”

Lance, who was interrupted, was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly got up, "Could it be that you have other difficulties in Woerrick's hands!? If so, please be blunt! Pozzi will definitely do his best to help you solve it!"

Lance's wishful thinking made Pound laugh. "Your Excellency is so convinced that Potts is a better choice?"

"Of course!" Lance regained his spirit, "With all due respect, Volrick is not worthy of Your Excellency at all! With Your courage and skill, if you cooperate with Potts' existing foundation, you will definitely be able to make a breakthrough. Fantastic career! This is absolutely impossible for an ordinary northerner to achieve for you!"

"For me, wouldn't this give me better control?" Pound raised his eyebrows.

"But at the same time, isn't it a pity that your Excellency is also limited because of this!?" Lance persuaded eagerly, "In Potts, there are companions with similar abilities, unrestricted freedom, and respect and loyalty that I can absolutely promise! You don't need to worry about the effectiveness of the magic pattern, and you don't need to succumb to the magic pattern and wrong yourself to deal with any inappropriate relationship! And only Bozi can provide you with such an equal and free status and..."

"Wait," Pound interrupted again, "Inappropriate relationship, what do you mean?"

Lance originally wanted to talk, but now he resisted.

But after a moment of hesitation, Pang De had already figured out what Lance was thinking, and said with a light smile, "Your Excellency just praised me to the sky, but in the end, you think that I am a sex worker and get away with it." ?”

Pound's sharp rhetorical question completely pierced the dark jealousy in Lance's heart; because of jealousy, he interpreted all the scenes of mutual gratification as threats and coercion.

Lance's face turned ugly, and he argued, "I am deeply sorry for Your Excellency based on what I have seen before."

"Then in Your Excellency's eyes, I may really have limited abilities and need Potts' protection," Pound sneered, "It's just that Pots is everything to Your Excellency, but it's not enough to be mine. Your Excellency proposes, I thank you, but I will never have to do it again." carry."

"Why!?" A trace of injustice appeared on Lance's upright face, and he called out to Pound, who had turned and walked towards the door, "I don't understand! Could it be that what Pots gave is not as good as what Walrick has!?"

Pound tilted his head slightly,

"It's very simple. All your plans are in Pozzi. And in Pozzi, I will always be just "Magicweave Servant"."

Lance's face changed, but he still refused to accept it.

"Could it be that Volrick can really set your Excellency free?! Even if he made such a promise, it's just a lie if he can't do it!?"

Pound smiled, "He said it, but it's true that it still can't be done."

Lance was about to laugh, but Pound said,

"It's just that between us, it has nothing to do with the magic pattern."