Lyle had to face the reality that his new abilities might be mediocre.

Mr. Scholar's magic circle has been drawn, and the silver-blue luster marks the normal operation of the magic circle.

"The Creation Array seems to have happened in the last century to me. It's not unfamiliar to me. I'm really lucky." He said this with a cold face, making people feel that the lucky he said was just an exaggerated adjective.

"That's not an exaggeration, Epidemic Doctor. Basically, I will leave a backup copy of the magic circle I made. It is in my library and cannot be used for reference. I draw it completely from my mind and memory. This is also a rare first for me.

Second-rate."

"Then why doesn't Mr. Scholar just take a look at it?"

"Because my room has been occupied." Mr. Scholar smiled bitterly and walked to a shadowed corner. There was a wardrobe with silver handles and carvings.

"Occupied by the Witch Association?" It's not difficult to guess Mr. Scholar's trouble.

"As you can imagine, through that day's trip to Yuenaifar, I got a leisurely holiday." But his relaxed tone paused again, "I'm afraid Miss Wenli is going to go crazy. It's hard to imagine that she is here."

Andrey rode a broom and smashed the glass windows to check the interior. My friend told me that her expression looked like she had swallowed two salamanders alive. For my safety, it was best to hide for a while.

.”

Mr. Scholar opened the cabinet. What was behind it was not a dazzling array of elegant dresses, but chains placed at the bottom of the cabinet. As Mr. Scholar swung, they made a gurgling sound like running water, and blue appeared on Mr. Scholar's palms.

The magic power, those chains, like snakes seeing food, raised their heads and entangled themselves in the palm of Mr. Scholar's hand.

"Take your time, old man." Mr. Scholar took one out and held its "head" close to his left arm. Just like a parasitic mistle plant finding a big tree to cling to, the chain wrapped around his arm.

superior.

That is a piece of magic equipment.

"Magic locks are a kind of equipment that suppresses magic. Because of my excessive magic power, they happen to be my good helpers, used to do some delicate work, yes, such as how to deal with your Sword Dance Mandala.

"

The arms, legs, and chains flowed on both sides of the torso, protecting the chest like extra ribs. The four chains on the torso were entangled on Mr. Scholar's chest, revealing the precious jade-like silver pendant, the Eight Locks.

Mr. Scholar floated in the air, and the light blue magic power surrounded him like clouds tied by chains. A magic power that turned Lyle's body upside down appeared around him like smelly air.

As the chain swung, the suffocating feeling like drowning was relieved a lot.

"Sorry, this device will inevitably be exposed a little bit in the early stages of startup."

Mr. Scholar controlled his height to maintain a horizontal position, but Lyle felt that he was looking at a person standing in the clouds. That feeling was not like Arianna's temptation, nor was it like Mr. Dragon's coldness, nor was it like Mr. Dragon's coldness.

Mr. Raymond's oppression is like a cloud floating high at the top. You have to raise your head to the top to see a bit of him.

Lyle gradually understood the meaning of Medusa, and also had a vague concept of magical gods.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, please show me the Sword Dance Mandala."

Lyle took out the black flower from the leather bag. Its color was just like a few days ago, as fresh as if it was still growing on the flower stalk.

Mr. Scholar threw the mandala flower into the center of the circle, suspended in the air as if it had lost gravity, and gradually disintegrated in front of Lyle, turning into a handful of black dust.

"Your talent, that ball."

The water turned into tentacles and climbed up Mr. Scholar's arm.

"Oh, it has changed a lot. Has it been locked? Mr. Epidemic Doctor."

"Yes, after Liveisse's hunting ceremony, as Mr. Scholar said, the promotion of abilities will help our integration."

"What is your new ability? Epidemic doctor. The awakened new ability will represent the path you will take in the future."

"Plaguebringer, sir." Lyle explained in detail again. This time, he was far less happy than the last time.

"Do you know? Mr. Epidemic Doctor, the essence of plague is a virus, and viruses are also the simplest form of life. This is a path that is very suitable for doctors."

"You choose to give your talent a new soul." Mr. Scholar placed Shuishui above the cloud of dust. Under his magic power, Shuishui's body continued to spread and turned into a hazy mist, and

Black dust mixed together, like the eye of a storm that was created out of thin air, swirling in the air. The scholar was still adjusting it carefully, but the exchanges on his lips did not stop.

"Shui Shui has helped me a lot. Thinking of its spontaneous actions, it's hard for me to regard it simply as a tool that serves me anymore."

"Excessive tenderness is not a good way of life. There are many things that are not worth doing." The scholar's voice was cold, but he changed the subject. "But there are no absolutes in mystery. Everyone's right is

I made my own choice.”

"Stretch out your hand, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, there may be a surprise."

Lyle looked at the eye of the wind, which was already as dark as ink. Although he was a little worried, he still stretched out his hand.

Just when the fingers were about to touch the core, there was an obvious touch from the leather gloves.

It was a transparent little hand as tender as a baby. The small palm stretched out from behind the black eye of the wind and grabbed the tip of Lyle's index finger.

An indescribable joy suddenly came to my heart.

"It responds to you."

Lyle slowly rotated his index finger, and the transparent little hand also moved slowly along with the rotation between his fingers.

The joy lasted for less than a quarter of an hour, and the little hand retracted from the eye of the wind.

"Mr. Scholar, what is that?"

"The newly born will you are gifted with. The sword dance mandala has the effect of stimulating the potential of the human body. I will use all that power on the soul to catalyze the spirituality you have placed on your gift. Maybe it won't be long before it will

Give birth to a complete soul, yes, just like your child."

"But this is only the first step, which can be regarded as enlightenment. This catalytic behavior will continue for a long time, and there will still be a long time before the implementation of the endowment method."

After that, the light of the magic circle dimmed, and the water returned to its original spherical shape, except that it looked a little darker, and black dust was scattered around it.

Shui Shui returned to Lyle's shoulders, but there was still a large cloud of dust suspended on the magic circle.

"Today it can only absorb so much, and the rest is about the size of an apple. The foundation needs to be consolidated little by little. When everything is absorbed, I will start your granting ceremony, and your talent will be brand new."

"Thank you, Mr. Scholar."

"You're welcome, this also proves my guess. Do you know why your talent knows how to cast spells?"

"Because it's part of me?"
Chapter completed!