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Under the strong objection of Julius, the pseudo-card summoner Summerfield tried several failed summons, but he did not expect that when he finally summoned a pair of rare deer, Cassius struggled to wake up and released them from the space ring. a carriage.

"What kind of mess do you have in your personal space?" Somerfield wanted to throw this cumbersome mage on the back of another rare deer, and then our majesty the devil could ride a deer with his brave man. The old man, I didn't expect Cassius to wake up at this point and contribute a mysterious carriage.

So the two rare deer became the pulling force of the carriage, and Julius became the driver.

There is no way, after all, the noble car owner hates the brave.

"If you want to be so upset, you might as well go out and be with him." The blood on Cassius's body finally stopped, he leaned against the car window and said casually.

"Ah." Summerfield patted the arrogant magician's shoulder as if suddenly realizing it, turned his head and got out.

Cassius:……

"It's just a guy who can't even learn magic, what's so good about it." Cassius closed his eyes wearily.

"Why did you come out?" Julius held the rein without looking back.

Summerfield sat down beside Julius, passed a rope from Julius with one hand, held the staff in the other hand, and leaned the staff against his body: "Come out to accompany you."

"Tsk."

"What about the half-dead man in the car?" Somerfield changed the subject when he saw the situation.

"Send it to the rest area first. I remember there are simple medical equipment over there..." Julius suddenly fell silent while talking.

It took him a long time before he spoke: "Although Cassius and I are quite at odds, he is indeed an excellent magician. Ordinary means are not enough to cause him such a serious injury. Especially..."

The heaviest wound on Cassius' body, the one through the ribs.

It is from back to front.

It's Hewlett.

Julius was puzzled.

Cassius usually acts insolently, relying on his own strength to disregard anyone, thus offending many people.But only Hewlett is the one who will give Cassius three points no matter how unhappy he is.

Cassius paid his partner all the respect, which earned Hewlett a sword.

Although Julius would quarrel with Cassius, he didn't hate him.Most mages are like this, and Cassius seldom actually does it. Of course, Hewlett's constant dissuasion is also credited to this.

Julius didn't have to doubt whether the sword was stabbed by Hewlett. The back of Cassius was always left to Hewlett alone.And only Hewlett could deal such a blow to the arrogant magician from that direction.

Seemingly seeing Julius' confusion, Summerfield's right hand holding the rein touched the brave's cold left hand: "Missed by three points."

He was rambling on and on, but Julius knew what he was talking about.

"I know that Hewlett's swordsmanship is very good, and he is usually very close to Cassius, that kind of distance will not miss the stab, the only possibility is..."

"He showed mercy." Summerfield shrugged.

Julius couldn't deny it: "Sola Island is collapsing, can they really summon the evil god?"

Leaning against the car door, Summerfield said flatly, "As Cassius said, there has never been any evil spirit."

It was never an evil god that was sealed on the floating island.The four keys will not be the basis for summoning evil gods.

"They won't be the only ones, the real big head is still behind." Summerfield sat up straight.

Suddenly, Cassius' voice came from the carriage: "Where are you running?"

He knocked on the right side of the carriage: "Didn't you feel the magic power over there??" He took a breath: "Forget about that fool Julius, you, a magician, don't even feel that your perception is blocked. Did the dog eat it?!"

"Are you a fake magician, cough cough cough..."

It is indeed a fake mage... Summerfield subconsciously glanced at Julius.